entrancelogs | we go where no one goes

Who: Toothless and you! (open!)
Where: Outside the mansion... and against the side of it.
When: October 29th
Rating: G
Summary: Toothless is back from his canon update. And confused, very confused. Also, the side of the mansion might have a dragon imprint for a short while.
The Story:

It's a fairly sunny early afternoon. Inconspicuous, almost, aside from Storybrooke making way to Wonderland. Birds are singing, fish are happily living a dragon-free existence. But it isn't to last. A winged shadow swoops over the grounds of the mansion — sleek and graceful, at first, and then flailing as the shadow realizes he doesn't have a rider anymore. Toothless stares around at Wonderland as memories come back to him, willy-nilly, and even his new back fins aren't enough to stop the rapid approach of the mansion itself. There's just not enough time.

The Nightfury gives a very loud, almost long-suffering roar as he collides with the side of the mansion, scrambling with his legs — unsuccessfully — to find purchase. He slides down past, and over, several windows, still rumbling loudly as he ends up in a black, leathery heap at the side of the mansion.

For a long moment, the heap is still, and then slowly Toothless rights himself. He examines himself for a moment before licking a paw and raising it to his face, wiping off the dust that he collected from the side of the mansion itself. His side that hit the mansion is sore, but nothing serious has been done. Dragons have to be tough to do what they do.

And now that he's probably scared someone to death inside, he's back. Though his feelings are mixed, given the lack of Hiccup in the vicinity. It could be like the first time, he supposes — ending up on the wrong sides of the mansion. Toothless cleans himself up a bit more before he gets to his feet, making a noise in the back of his throat that distinctly sounds like grumbling.

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Toothless is trotting next to Charlie when she stops, and he comes to a skidding halt in the grass, blinking, as she smacks herself. A furrow appears in his face — almost as human as someone raising their brows — as he blinks, but the confusion from his bright green gaze is lifted a moment later by her comments.

He trills softly, posture straightening as he puffs out his chest. Why, yes, he can get fish by himself!

Sometimes.

If he's feeling lucky.

"Awesome." And she starts off again, marveling that even in her wildest daydreams she never pictured just hanging out with a dragon, helping him find a meal.

"Would you be up for trying out new stuff to nom on sometime?" It's a random thought that occurs as they draw closer to the beach. "We can totally do some kind of taste test thing sometime. See if maybe you're down with some turkey or something."

Toothless looks up at Charlie as they walk, blinking. He keeps pace beside her like a giant dog, trotting along with surprising grace on his reptile-like paws. In fact, with more observation, he more greatly resembles a leopard or large cat. Though his devotion to his viking friends is definitely on the order of a Newfoundland or Bernese Mountain Dog.

He trills softly in response, tilting his head to the side. New things have been a mixed bag, but overall the Nightfury will eat just about anything.

"Awesome. I'll have to brain up some stuff for you to try sometime." Like, maybe she could carry around a bag of treats for him. Treats are always great, no matter if you're dragon or human. Maybe she could look into something fun for him to play with, too. He's gotta get bored sometimes, right?

At this point, they've reached the beach, Charlie shielding her eyes from the sunlight to look out over the water. "Here's hoping there's some lucky fish out there with your name on it."

While the Nightfury is better equipped to observe the sea at night, he's no slouch during the day. Toothless looks out over the water for only a second before he makes an excited noise in the back of his throat, like a child's whee, and sprints forward. He displaces a fair amount of sand as he goes, but nothing that will hit Charlie as he heads post-haste for the water.

He'll need to keep to the shallows, of course, as he can't swim in deeper water by himself; he needs his tailfin for that, and half of it is missing. If he had a rider, he could manage. But he doesn't, today. All that means, however, is that he resembles more of a dog than a shark as he splashes into the water and dips his head under the surface, looking for fish.

Charlie takes a seat on the sand, wrapping her arms around her knees and watching him enjoy himself. It's certainly not a scene she ever thought she would witness, but that's just one of the neat things about Wonderland. Sometimes, it's hard to remember there are some good things, midst all the bad ones.

She takes this time to think back on the whole treat idea - maybe she could do a little library research. He likes fish, obviously, maybe she can get with Tohru about that sort of thing. In the long run, it's not that big of a deal, but he's gotta get bored around here sometimes and dragons can't exactly plop down in the library with a good book, can they?

Too bad they can't find a way for him to talk - that would probably make all their lives easier and probably more fun.

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