entrancelogs | ☾ nightfury at the gates (open)

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☾ nightfury at the gates (open)

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.]

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_{[After last month and the circumstances surrounding damn well nearly drinking himself to death, Adam's been outside more often than usual, at least a few times a day to walk the dog, and sometimes on his own. He's been near death in Wonderland before, but it's a bit different when you do it to yourself and use one of your favorite crutches to do it. He's needed different ways to burn off energy that aren't... sitting inside and drinking alone. (Not that that was a very fun hobby to begin with, but it'd still eaten up time.)

Adam is lucky enough--or unlucky enough, depending on your perspective--to be outside on a rather aimless strolled when Toothless happens to start streaking around on the grass. He's followed the forest's treeline along the outer wall of the head maze and is crossing the grass to get back to the path when he sees it.

It. Whatever that black comet on legs happens to be. What the...?

Adam has to stop and squint extra hard before he recognizes the creature for what it is. He knows that dragon. In fact, Toothless is the only dragon he knows.]}

Hey! Hey!

_{[Sure, Toothless isn't a dog a person can just call over, but the dragon's sure acted like it in the past.]}

Where you going?

[It's an unusual question for a viking that he doesn't recognize to ask him. It stops Toothless dead in his tracks, and he turns to look at Adam with a questioning gleam to his giant green eyes. Where is he going? He has no idea. Anywhere. Somewhere with Hiccup, hopefully.

Somewhere he can find Hiccup.

Because right now, the viking is nowhere in sight, and it's making him anxious. But he does lengthily pause, now, to take in the sight of Adam. No armor, just like the other vikings he's seen.

He makes a loud sound in the back of his throat. What do you mean, stranger?]

_{[For the most part, Adam is unafraid to wave down a speeding dragon. The Toothless Adam remembers had fought off zombies when he hadn't had to, had shown him he could paint, had even let him pet him.

That Toothless had been... good.

He doesn't immediately realize this Toothless has been mind wiped like Dean, and he holds out his hand for Toothless to scent like one would a dog, a surprised laugh in his voice.]}

What's wrong? You're whizzing around out here-- _{[Like a bat out of Hell, he thinks to add before he stops himself. There are too many phrases that have "Hell" in it.]} --like you lost something. Where you been hiding?

[That Adam doesn't seem to be afraid is nice. That means he's probably not a threat and is familiar with dragons, Toothless imagines. Many vikings around here have not responded in the same way, and gaining their trust has been somewhat difficult. It seems he doesn't have to really try, though, with this one.

Toothless approaches slowly, eyes wide, to sniff at Adam's hand and put his scent down to memory. He makes a quiet, almost miserable noise in response to the question, worried sick about Hiccup but willing to take a break for a few minutes to meet a new friend. Perhaps Adam will be able to help him.]

_{[If only Toothless knew. He's already worked hard to reassure this particular human being that he's not liable to take an arm off unless provoked, something Adam hopes to avoid if at all possible.

He's never seen the dragon this hesitant before in all the times they've met; that gets him wondering. It's fair to say Adam had been a bit distracted when it'd been Night of the Living Dead and zombies had been shambling across the grounds, and when he'd been dreading the moment something like Toothless took a bite out of him, but still, Toothless' body language is... different somehow.]}

You don't sound so good, buddy.

_{[That sound. That's the sound of an unhappy animal. Is the dragon sick? Hurt? ... Upset? Is Toothless capable of feeling upset like people?

He looks the dragon over as he turns his hand over from palm up to palm down, reaching out with equal slowness to put his hand against Toothless' nose if the dragon is in a friendly mood. This whole question and answer thing would be easier if Toothless wasn't... well, a dragon.]}

[He only hesitates for a second before he gently presses his snout against Adam's hand, eyes closed. Any comforting touch, at the present, is a good thing, and the scent of another viking is a balm on the dragon's frayed nerves.

Hiccup is probably fine. Right? Whenever Hiccup isn't, Toothless has never had any trouble listening for him. Even across large distances.

After a quiet, long sigh, the Nightfury opens his eyes to peer curiously at Adam, not exactly helping in any confusion over his behavior.]

_{[Adam's oblivious to what Toothless is freaking out about, but he's not stupid, either. This is Wonderland. Crap happens, but not always at random.

Toothless could have gotten a whiff of something, like an event...? But that doesn't explain why he's suddenly come out of hiding after so long.]}

All right, let's try this again. _{[He rubs the dragon's very lightly.]} Are you okay? You're not hurt or anything, are you?

[Toothless rumbles quietly. Were he hurt, he would point it out. Instead, he simply looks at Adam with a curious gleam to his giant green eyes. It's nice of this viking to ask. Clearly this viking is very familiar with dragons, to ask about their welfare.

If only he knew.

Instead, he presses his snout back into Adam's hand.]

Okay, so I'll take that as a "no."

_{[It looks like the dragon is trying to ask him a question, but he can't imagine what.]}

That's good. Though something might have happened to you. It's been a while...

_{[Can Toothless pick up on the concern in someone's tone? The questioning lilt? It's not like he can very well get a straight answer out of the thing, like why it hasn't shown its face in so long.]}

[A while? Happened to him?

Now the Nightfury cocks his head fully to the side. He's never been to this island before, or seen this particular viking. Why is he saying such things? Or maybe... Has he seen another Nightfury? Is there one who lives here — and is that why Toothless hasn't seen one in such a long time?

Toothless' eyes widen, head still canted far to the side, as he peers up at Adam with a snort of excitement.]

_{[Adam doesn't know how to interpret Toothless perking up.]}

What?

_{[Not that long ago, he would have interpreted that a sign of a hungry dragon about to dig in to a person-sized meal, but now he feels safe enough to pat the dragon's nose. Toothless is cute and all, and it's a little like playing a harmless game of charades with a puppy, but this is getting them nowhere.

Kind of funny, that he wishes he could speak dragon when half the time he can't be bothered to figure out the deeper meanings to what people around here say to him. He's really turning into a crazy animal person. One step away from cat lady.]}

All right, here we go, you're a pretty smart critter. Can you nod if I get something right? You like fish, don't you? Fish are good? _{[Adam nods along to get Toothless into it. Practice run!]} Are you looking for something?

[Toothless nods to the first. Fish are delicious and what he prefers. And then, understanding the game, he nods again. The Nightfury is confident that he'll find Hiccup eventually, but he's worried it might take a while with the apparent size of this island.

The forest seems to stretch as far as the eye can see, and Toothless can't get across land as speedily as he can the air.]

There we go! We figured it out! We figured something out. _{[Or, at the very least, figured out that Toothless can nod at the sound of a question. Smiling, Adam rubs him like he's a big, scaly horse.]} Good boy. Now what are we looking for?

_{[That's the million dollar question. Adam looks around, trying to find inspiration for an idea. His eyes settles on the edge of the garden path and the flowerbeds beyond it.

Hm... Dumb idea or extremely dumb idea?]}

Here.

_{[He gestures for Toothless to follow him, and snatching up the first twig off the ground that's useable, he decides to try and engage Toothless' artistic side. What's the harm? He clears out an area in a flowerbed and draws a basic house, a triangle on top of a square with a door.

Then he signals to the dragon to try.]}

Can you draw what you want? A house? A fish? Did a squirrel get the run on you?

[The dragon stares, and at first makes no indication that he understands what Adam is referring to. Not many know of Toothless' penchant for drawing things in the dirt.

Or his idea of drawing, at least, which is an abstract sketcher's fever dream. This Toothless never got artistic lessons on shapes in this very garden, and so his understanding of things is limited. Hiccup never seems to understand what he's scrawling, and if he's trying to scrawl Hiccup himself...

Delicately, he picks up a decent-sized stick and begins to drag it in the dirt. A long stick shape with a collection of circles on top. That's sort of what vikings are, isn't it?]

_{[Oh boy, here we go, we might be on to something, the dragon's got a stick and he means business...

Wait for it...]}

... You want a snowman on a pogo stick?

_{[The final product, though something, is less than clear and brings a crooked smile to Adam's face.]}

[That could have turned out better. Or maybe not. Toothless is proud of his squiggles, but it's apparent that vikings can't appreciate them. Maybe it's true art, in that case.

Toothless looks at that smile on Adam's face and lets out a lofty sigh.

What's a pogo stick, even?]

_{[Maybe the dragon wants a bubble gum tree? Adam doesn't know.]}

Sorry, buddy, don't know what you're trying to draw. Too bad I don't speak dragon, and you don't speak person.

[The Nightfury lets out a defeated, low whine. It really is too bad. Most of the time, he doesn't really care about getting his exact point across. Or it's a lot easier. But when he's trying to find Hiccup, on a strange island with strange vikings, it's a problem.

He gives Adam's side a gentle nudge. Thanks anyway, viking.]

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