☾ nightfury at the gates (open)

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Who: Toothless and you.
Where: Outside the mansion, pretty much anywhere.
When: 6/23
Rating: This is a kid's movie! (G. I'll update if it changes!)
Summary: Toothless arrives back at the mansion without any memory of it. ...'Arrives' is probably oversimplifying it. 'Crashes' is more accurate.

The Story:

It's funny, but Toothless doesn't remember hedges in Berk. He doesn't even know what a hedge is, in fact, but the shape in front of him strikes him as Viking-made. Plants don't actually grow like that, do they? Is he on some weird new island where the plants are different?

All he remembers is flying — and then not flying.

Speaking of which, with a quiet cry of alarm, the Nightfury lurches to his feet. Hiccup! Was he thrown clear? Where is he? The area around him is large, and he can also smell — is that a beach, maybe beyond the treeline? For a moment, he stands unnaturally still, trying to pinpoint the sound of his best friend's voice. But all he hears are unfamiliar voices, and the rustling of wind through trees. It only makes the thrill of horror in his chest greater, and Toothless immediately sets off at a run.

Or he tries to, at least.

His thoughts being as distracted as they are, his mad dash is foiled by the fish pond being in the way. The Nightfury plunges, unintentionally, underneath the surface, and comes up with wide green eyes, scrambling for the shore amidst the frantic movements of fish beneath him. Such is the gravity of the situation that the fish don't even factor into his mind, just yet. He comes back up on land and this time sets off at a much more successful run, soaking wet and wings tucked tight to his body for greater speed.

Every once in a while, he lets out a loud, long, distressed sounding call — sort of the dragon version of Hey! Where are you? With the speed of his movements, hopefully no one will find themselves in his way.

[ooc: Both prose and action spam are fine by me.]

Comments

[disparage]

When Caroline had lost Toothless, she had lost one of her first companions in Wonderland. She hadn't thought she'd be lucky enough to see the dragon ever again, deeming Wonderland a cool, albeit, cruel, place to find herself trapped within. She hadn't understood why Toothless had been returned home, either. He was a soothing presence with Wonderland, taking to creative methods to express himself where he hadn't been granted a voice. She had tried her best to not think too hard about his absence, despite feeling it the days when she realised how lonely she felt with the recent loss of a few of her friends.

But when she's out and about in the gardens, having done absolutely nothing worth mentioning, she pauses when she hears a cry from the distance. As she has nothing better to do — and quite likes to follow dangerous and unusual sounds, rather than continue along her way to the mansion where she knows it's reasonably safe — she investigates, following the sound of the cry and the movements with an ear pressed to the earth.

Unfortunately for Caroline, however, the being responsible for the sound collides with her the moment she picks up on a scent and a fast approach. "Oof!" She falls to the floor, but wraps her hands around the rough and dry skin. When she glances up, her eyebrows rise, the breath seems to have left her (despite already being winded by the collision), and she grins — and perhaps tries to pinch Toothless, somewhat. "Toothless!"

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He really should be paying more attention to where he's going. But he's not. He's skittish and panicked and thoughts of Hiccup falling keep repeating over and over in his head. But the broken record does get knocked off the pin when he collides with a pretty blonde viking who...

...knows him?

Toothless is taken aback, freezing in place and staring down with a quizzical expression. Her scent isn't one known to him. He's never seen a viking dressed like her, either; he's pretty sure.

Not quite sure what to do, the Nightfury rumbles in confusion down at her.