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This is my take on Grimmel's backstory. It's based on his little monologue about his past, a couple strange coincidences, and my gut feeling. Enjoy.

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Hi!!! (Oh, much better)

I'm the Dragoness (or Ness, if you prefer. I'm not picky).

First thing you should know about me: I am forever and always a

 

PROUD MEMBER OF THE CHURCH OF JESUS CHRIST OF LATTER-DAY SAINTS

(also known as Mormons, but we prefer the title above. Long, isn't it? ;)

 

Second thing you should know about me:

I AM AN AVID NIGHT FURY LOVER. ANY FALSE OR PRETENDED SUBSITUTES FOR MY PRECIOUS DRAGON WILL BE DESTROYED ON SIGHT. #sorrynotsorry

Also, thanks to Dragonriders Fury for indulging my Night Fury obsession with an incredible banner! It's awesome!

 

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Hmmm what else...I love playing/composing music, drawing, and writing...if you can't find me I'm probably messing around with Shadow or in detention with Keefe...yup, that’s about it.

Now, on to business!!

 

Table of Contents

For your convenience

i. everything you need to know about me

ii. Le Fanfictions

1. My Vikings

2. Fandoms

3. Art done FOR me

                          

___Fanfictions by Yours Truly___

 

The Dragoness Backstory: Fanfiction

Distortion

 

 

 

 

 

My Vikings

This is first because it is boring and I want to get it over with.

Primary Viking: Heather Autumnsword

 

Personality: Feisty, determined, loyal, and sweet. Her favorite pastime is playing Dragon Tactics.

Clan: the Wildborn

(I LOVE this banner. Thanks, EmeraldHuntress!)

(This one was made by The Bohemian Critic--thank you so much, it's beautiful!)

Clan Position: Leader

Trophies: 1250+

Stars: 2 1/2 gold stars

Primary dragon: Midnight (Sand Wraith, but I pretend she's a Night Fury)

Other dragons include (but are not limited to)....

midnight (the kooky grandma, now a titan) (by AndreaEaston, thanks!)

Icyfire, the first of five Zipplebacks

Stormfire, the first of three Skrills

Shockwave the Screaming Death

 

 

Secondary Viking: Sapphire Wraith

(Picture pending)

Personality: Shy, stubborn, insecure, Sometimes rude, but doesn't really mean it.

Stats

Clan: the Wildborn

(I couldn't resist, I loved them both!)

Clan Position: Elder

Trophy count: 230+

Stars: 2 silver stars

Primary Dragon:

Iceshard (Sand Wraith)

(She had a little too much algae to eat)

Other dragons she has....

Mistfire, lookin' so purdy during her favorite holiday (also by AndreaEaston!)

Lady, Sapphire's Silver Phantom

 

 

 

 

 

FANDOMS

Ordered by preference, of course

(used to be top ten, but I have too many things that I love!)

 

HTTYD books/movies

(obviously, but I HAD to put that in there, it really is my favorite)

            

 

         The books were SO GOOD. No swearing, no (extreme) violence (does getting eaten by a lava dragon that dives into a volcano count? Or Grimbeard the Ghastly killing his own son?) Okay, scratch the violence, but it really is pretty awesome. The characters are SO well put together, each with his or her own little quirks that make them unique, and they’re all (mostly) lovable in their own way (Alvin and Exellinor are irredeemable). The little lessons Cressida Cowell teach by inserting them into the plot are truly inspired. Can’t wait for her to write more!!! (Also, I love the quirky way she capitalizes random words to make them a little bit more important. It’s just funny to me.)

I'll leave off mentioning all the characters of the movies, because you guys know them all aready! But you may not know the Heroes who came first...

First (of course), Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III.

Rather a longish name for a smallish Viking. Hiccup is a member of the Hairy Hooligan tribe. He has bright red hair and about a million freckles. the series starts when he's ten-and-a-half, and progresses until he is fifteen and King of the Wilderwest. His best (and, for a few books, ONLY friend) is Fishlegs.

Fishlegs is scrawny, allergic to reptiles, pretty much scared of everything, and the only sane one of the group (well, the only sane one when Hiccup is making a Plan). But he's fiercely loyal to Hiccup, and a good deal stronger and braver than he thinks. 

Next is Camicazi, who's a little too brave and fierce.

She's a Bog-Burglar, a member of an all-girls tribe of people who, well, burgle things. She is a very accomplished thief and a master escape artist.

 

Narnia

 

Second in the fandom world is--you guessed it--Narnia. I have loved this world since before even HTTYD, I think. Though I'm not quite ready to meet Alsan, I would love to slip through the wardrobe for a few days--or years.

 

Keeper of the Lost Cities

"Team Foster-Keefe will always be cooler."--Keefe

....

Yup, couldn’t have said it better myself. Team Foster-Keefe all the way! Though could Legacy pleasepleasePLEASE be about the actually storyline and not JUST Fitzphie and matchmaking and stuff that doesn’t matter to the rest of the elven world?

(Also--psst! Any Keeper fans who have read Legacy, PLEASE TELL ME EVERYTHING!!! I NEED TO KNOOOWWW!!)

 

 

 

The Magic Thief/The Lost Books/Sarah Prineas in general

 

The Magic Thief: MY PRECIOUS LITTLE CHARACTERS I WILL PROTECT YOOOOUUUUU!!!

I LOVE this series, it ended far too quickly for me (maybe cause I read it all in one day, hmmmmm). Connwaer and the magic and all of it are just so HILARIOUS and EXHILIRATING and FRUSTRATING to read about and STOP BLOWING THINGS UP, CONNWAER!!!

 

The Lost Books: MORE! MORE! I NEED MORE! (Seriously, when does the next book come out?)

Anyway, it’s about Alex, a librarian, and Kenneret, a queen, and her brother Charlie. Oh, and the books are alive (that’s enough to make any bookworm hyperventilate with happiness, isn’t it? ;D )

 

Dragonfell: YESYESYES THIS IS WHAT IT IS TO BE A DRAGON!!....ahem. 

Attention to all the dragon-touched: This is a must-read. Go. Read it.

 

Maleficent

ALL HAIL THE MISTRESS OF ALL EVIL, MASTER OF MAGIC AND ALL FAERIES UNDER HER REALM!!

...and birds. And wicked-looking staffs. And cute little blondies called Beastie.

Wasn't a fan of her outfit for like 90% of Maleficent 2 but the rest of it was great! Better than a certain movie I could mention *cough*TheHiddenWorld*cough*.

 

 

Wizards of Once

Come out, come out WHENEVERYOUCAAAANNNNN...

 

 

Dwight in Shining Armor

I get a kick out of this every time I hear Dwight's shriek in the intro. BYUTv is the best!...at making things funny, clean, and SUPER awkward. But it's still great.

 

 

Brotherband Chronicles/Ranger's Apprentice

HOORAY HOORAY THEY COMBINED HOORAY HOORAY I COULD SIIIIIIIING!!!

 

Story Thieves

My favorites are actually Kiel and Owen. No girls this time around, which is really unusual for me. But these two are special. Hope they have all the adventures they can imagine...and maybe a few safer ones.

 

The Ever Afters (EAS)

This series is pretty good. Aurora--excuse me, RORY Landon is so gutsy and flawed and lovable and I love her.

 

Half Upon a Time

Not James Riley's finest works but still pretty good.

 

Brave (Merida)

Just gotta say, I LOVE this girl. Best Disney princess ever.

 

Pete's Dragon

Best song ever

 

 

The Map to Everywhere

One word: Unrealities.

Three more words: Future Dragoness fanfiction.

 

 

If you reached the end of this fandom section, and you haven't read some of the books, you might have noticed some spoilers. I am an avid lover of spoilers and all insider knowledge, so....sorry for ruining it, I guess? But at the same time....NOT! XD please don't hurt me...

 

 

 

 

 

 

ART DONE FOR ME

Look! See how pretty!

Okay, just a heads up, I am still collecting art from previous requests, so if you did something for me and it isn't up yet, I promise I haven't forgotten; I love all the art that is done for me!

 

This was done by the incredibly talented Katarile!

 

 

 

This adorable picture was made for me by Hestia82

 

THIS is my perfect Night Fury, Shadow, drawn by LissaFish.

 

Shadow (again) by MajaPercuilum.

 

Shadow and The Dragoness together (by The Blobfish Queen).

The ever-mischievous Shadow (again, jeez XD) by AndreaEaston!

 

Shadow (last time I promise! *crossing fingers behind back) by DyliehIdol1214. 

 

 

 

(Adoptables)

 

This is my beautiful Bookwyrm, Aldwyn (drawn by Flitt-thank you!)

And THIS is ocean-happy Ashera, also drawn by Flitt.

 

Russet, my mischievous Kyte. Thanks, LissaFish!

 

 

 

Luster, my proud secrai, drawn by LissaFish!

 

 

Okeydokey, I'm 

 

 

 

ALLLLLLL DONE!

 

 

Byee....

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Chapter 1

-THE RUNT-
He was born early, the poor thing. His cries were so weak, so frail. So it was a surprise to everyone that he was the one to survive, while his mother, the strongest in the village, was the one to die. It made no sense--but it had happened.
He was a runt. There was no getting around it. Where the other village babies were fat and flush he was thin and sallow. He was a strange child, he was. His hair was so pale--almost white. But his eyes--his eyes were what really drove it home. They were completely inscrutable, a glacial absence of emotion.
But perhaps it was not ALL his fault, though his father disagreed. Actually, his father was the reason those eyes were so solemn. That man never forgave his son for killing his wife--and not even killing her for good reason.
"A RUNT!" he bellowed. "A BLASTED RUNT! Oh, it wasn't enough for the gods to take away my perfect Helga, they had to take her and leave a crying, whimpering whelp! A burden!"
A burden. That was what Grimmel was to his father, the man he wanted to please most of all.
The other youth in the village, hale and hearty, sneered at him for being so small.
"Why, a Terrible Terror could carry you off!" Even the most unpopular wouldn't talk to Grimmel. He was the only runt, the only weakling, the only outcast.
He was alone.
But my father kept me, he told himself. He should have thrown me into the ocean for being a runt, but he kept me.
Some days that was all that would keep him going.

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"Where you going, you little hiccup?" Skorjin asked sarcastically. Skorjin had bright yellow hair and dancing green eyes that made all the old folks coo about how wonderful he was. Grimmel hated him.
Grimmel snorted a little but kept quiet. He knew perfectly well were Grimmel was going--the forest.
It was the only place Grimmel got any peace--away from the jeers and the stares and the ever-present hatred of his father. No one ever ventured too far in, for this far north and this close to the sea meant that dragons were a frequent problem.
Grimmel wasn't afraid. The scariest dragons he had seen were a couple Monstrous Nightmares and the odd Timberjack or two. They ignored him and he ignored them. It wasnt perfect, but it at least they weren't yelling at him. And if he was perfectly honest with himself, which he rarely was, he liked watching them--at least the smaller ones--chittering and quarreling and giving him beady-eyed glares. When a smaller dragon would get its food taken by a bigger dragon, he would give it a sympathetic grimace. But sometimes another dragon would come and comfort it. Those were the times he turned away, the scene hitting him in the hollow, bitter part where his heart used to be.

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TRACKING!!!

Ahh, following a Hiccup theme here, I see ;D

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My (many) dragons
 
Flightmares
Flickering (titan)
Nightspark (Darkling clan)
Tywyll
Gade
 
M. Nightmares
Crick
Nameless
Nytemare (Darkling clan)
 
Eruptodons
Volcan
Greyscale
 
Groncicles
Grockle
Blackice (Darkling clan)
 
W. Death
Chaser
Deadling
Unearthed (Darkling clan)
 
Zipplebacks 
Left n Right
Crash and Smash
CoalNEmber
 
S. Death
Jinx (Darkling clan)
Hex
Pytch (Darkling clan)
 
Gronckles
Hoverstrike
Underdepth (Darkling clan)
 
Stormcutters
Cloudlord
Sunflare
 
Nadders
Glimmerwing
Jacynder
Alli (Darkling clan)
 
Fireworms
Fyreryft
Fyreking (Darkling clan)
 
Razorwhips
Skybreaker
Nyghtslycer
 
Deathsong
Galaxia (titan)
 
Deathgripper
Nightreaper (titan)
 
Flamewhipper
Newt
 
Woolly Howls
Conri
Lyulf
IceWoolly (titan)
 
Speed Stingers
Velocity
Embire
 
Sweet Deaths
Unknowable
DeathOfMidnight
 
Skrills
Taron (titan)
Storm razore
 
Armorwing
Daggawing
 
Grapple Grounders 
Gadzooks
Gosh
 
Goregutter
Galant (titan)
 
Sliquifiers
Saphron
Darktide
 
Typhoomarang
Infernado
 
Shockjaw
Teslawing
 
Thunderdrums
TsunamiMaw
DarkMaw
 
Singetail
Singerena
 
Raincutter
Tidechaser
 
Mudraker
Muddle
 
Terrible Terror
Jonny (titan)
 
Triple Strykes
Harbinger
Unembered
 
Elder Sentinel
Endellion
 
Fire Terror
Saffire
 
Devilish Dervish
Nomed
 
Hobgobbler
Steeve
 
Silver Phantom
Windfall
 
Tideglider
Seastalker
 
Smokebreath
Mouse
 
Moldruffle
Moldy
 
Grim Gnasher
Morke
 
Night Fury
Madock
 
Light Fury
Arianwen
 
Skrillknapper
Spookess
 
Dreadstrider
Lance

 

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Flightingale the Steaming Stormswallower

Backstory: Flightingale never used to be a dragon. She used to be a farmer's slave, beaten, bruised, toiling away in the heat of midday. One night, she was standing by her window looking out at the moonlit mountains, when she heard a small scratching in her tiny room. She turned to see and sitting on her bed, looking quite pleased with itself, was a baby Stormswallow. Of course she was frightened, but it soon became apparent that it wouldn't hurt her. It leapt down to the floor and ran to the window, glancing from her to the window and back. She opened the window for it but it just stood there, looking at her sadly. She realised it couldn't fly, and in sympathy she picked it up, crept down stairs and quietly let herself out. Putting the dragon down she said; 'go on, young one, be free like I wish I could be.' It  started to scamper off but then it stopped and turned back. She waved it off and began to make her way back to the house, then pain blossomed in her shoulder. The young dragon had scratched her.  but it wasn't a bad pain, it spread through her like fire, kindling a dragons spark in her. That night Flightingale flew free as a dragon.

 

Ka Ledasio, the skradder, by the amazing Speedyleaf.

Backstory: She is the mysterious leader of the mysterious Whitetalons, a group of dragons who all have the middle claw of their right foot white. She is feared among people, respected among dragons. Like a shadow upon a shadow she soars through the night, like a phantom of fleetness she swoops through the day. Any who meet her bow to get regalness, her strong will, her quick, clever eyes. Like a ghost of a story she flits on the edge of memory, always there, somewhere, yet just out of reach like a dream. She saw Flightingale's first flight, the young Stormswallower grow, Gabryall's loneliness broken. She was there for them all, leading in dreams, thoughts, small whispered words in their ears. Is she real? Or is she just a fantasy? Flying at the edge of minds. Maybe you will meet her, maybe you won't, who know but her and Whitetalons. Maybe, just maybe, she is with you now.

Newt, my flamewhipper

Sath Hansworthy

Taron

Flitt and Flickering

Robotic Dragonblood Hiccup :D

 

 

Thank you!

 

 

 

Art by AndreaEaston

Gabryall the Catastrophic Sentinel

Clawwyng the Tingecutter

Skye, the curly nadder ↑ and Whppersnap, the deadly claw ↓

Kean ↑ and Adwen ↓

the Screaming Death Seance

The Flarehelm Siblings

Hoverstrike in mad mode

Flickering :D

Embire!

Tywyll

Gade

Flitt in flightmare form. :D

Windfall

Spooky Unnamed Deathsong

Crike the Pitchagon

 

 

Thank you!

 

Art by ImDerpySheylaYT

 

Crimson the Giarogia

The grumpy Connwaer

Direhark the Demonic Tailfire

Puffflight the Chichi Mitchy.

Acidian the Acid Death

Firespin the Fire Wraith

Bramble

Cynder

Nightingstorm the Light Gripper

Roseblood the Singerflight

 

Thank you!

 

 

Art by Toshi

Prettystryke the Tutugripper

Sath

 

Thanks!

 

 

Art by Lissa

 

Thorn the Desert Thistle

Fearnix the Punda

Fforest the Barrow Pegasus

Gryphinx the Secrai

 

Thanks!

 

 

Arts by others

 

Vennomm the Poison Dart Fury by LilyStark. Thank you!

Flickering, my flightmare, by SangoMichiko13. Thank you!

Lyulf by the talented ZestyDragonWing. Thank you!

Arianwen my light fury by SangoMachiko13. Thanks!

Shader the Lightning Rod by kasanelover. Thanks!

Irefyre the Ire Igneous by belubel, thank you!

Gale the nightlight by StellaMontague, thanks!

Skelly the Hopefury by WinterSilverCat. Ty!

 

flittIngerman and Flickering by the most talented Fireflash, tysm!!!!!

These four Whitetalon Phantoms by the most brilliant Madoka. Tysm!!!

Mythyque by SilverNight. Tysm!!!

Skybreaker the razorwhip by Kaydejesus. Ty!!

Newt, by warrior. Ty!

Moonflare by FireNightStar. Thankies!!

Flickering by Izzy. Tysm!! 

Aquasia by HoneyCloudy. Ty!

By Izzy ty!

 

by Kasanelover. Ty!

moonlit Grimmel. Edit by dil. Ty!

SeaFury by RainbowSkrillStrike. ty!

Dozeer, by kasanelover. Tyyyyyy!

Flickering, edit done by Midnight. Tyyyyyy!

Tiamay by Varku, tyy!

Jinx, by Frugal. Tyyyyy!

Arianwen, edit done by SilverNight. Ty!!!

By the amazing Izzy! Ty!

Frostback by Dragonfly, tyyyy!!!

Skelly the Dragonblood Boneknapper by Foxy. Tysm!!

Blakberri the Harvest Hunter, by Izzy. Ty!!!

Dragonblood Hiccup done by Dyll, ty!!!

Clink the Thistletail, by fossil. Tyyy!

Done by Zesty, tyyyysm!!

Nightreaper, by SilverNight. Tyyyyyyy!!

Galant by SilverNight. Tysm!!

Dragonblood Hiccup. Edit done by SilverHowletteWoods. Ty!

Flitt, drawn by the amazing Snow-wish. Tysm!

 

 

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Yesh

Yup. After seeing how skinny that guy is I could not believe he wasn't called a runt.

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Antagonist backstory paralleling protagonist? Yesh please.

Oooo trackin. This sounds like Cressida's original villian backstory (How to Break a Dragon's Heart?)

 

Liking what I see! In the movie Grimmel has potential but there's a few very big plot holes that need filling ^^

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^^

Yeah I wanted to elaborate on the movie. One thing that grimmel said--when I was a boy, UNLIKE YOU, when I found a Night fury, I killed it where it slept--i just felt like that was the BIG ABSLOTE MAIN difference. Other than that, they're incredibly similar.

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*steeples fingers* Interesting...

I'm definetly curious to see what you think happened.

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Mysterious, very mysterious XD

Curiosity is not a sin....but it is to be excersized with great caution (if you know who said that I will be very impressed XD)
In all seriousness though this will have a darker ending, what with being a villain backstory and all.

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Great now I'm curious as to who said that xD Grrrr Dragoness! I'm gonna have to go look it up now!

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...AGH

I feel like I've heard it before!!!! ARGGGHHH.
Alright, I'll keep that in mind!

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I think I know

It sounds like something Albus Dumbledore would say. Bet I'm way out, though XD (I think I'm in a hp mood XD)

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*plays Jeopardy theme song*

Ding ding ding! We have a winner!

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*bangs head on table repeatedly*

AAAAAAAH I WAS THINKIN THAT BUT I DECIDED I WASN'T RIGHT T-T
*flops around being a sore loser*

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Rawk?

J.K. Rowling?

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I like a lot of things!

I'm a huuuuuuggeee fan of Jurassic World

and the new HTTYD3!

Lock me outside? Of course! Do it! You will find a fire and a makeshift tent the next day.

i love riddles!

Give me a small mud puddle and I will just entertain myself!

i’m an outdoor kinda girl!

i guess I’m a bit of a pyromaniac...

 

 

What i dislike...?

Not much bu- BLUE! DON’T EAT THAT! DROP IT!

One second.. I gotta grab that..

 

...

 

 

...

Okay! I got it. 

I personally hate it when my RAPTORS *Glare* chew stuff up!

Hackers. Who like ‘em? They IRRATTE me!

People who nag me constantly! 

Also when people decide to debate me.

Evolution. *Gag* 

 

 

My Dragons!

 

Flamming fire - Monstrous Nightmare

Flurry -Gronkcicle

Crash Bandicoot - Erupton (My great protector.)

Phantom - Whispering death

Elemental Phaser - Glitched Whispering Death

Hydra - Scauldron

BonnieZ - Monsterious Nightmare

Mineral - Gronkle

Sharpshot - Deadly Nadder

GlitchedH - Scauldron

AcidStriker - Sliqufier

Annddd.... There may be more...

 

 

time for..... *drum roll* 

ART..

 

Just kidding! I can’t wait!

 

My amazing Poison-Dart-Fury by The always amazing: Lilystark!

My Giarogia! By ImDerpySheylaYT!!

 

 

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In-game friend code: PM me please...

In-game name: ScornerStrike.

Battle cry: FOR THE WRITERS

Battle cry 2: FOR NARNIA/REDWALL!!!

 

Wait.. is that..

 

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Hiya, Mello!

Some funnies for RAPTORS TO ENJOY!!

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Err.. Back up? ... RAWK!

 

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Back UP, Steve-O!

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Nobody.. Move... a muscle...

A quick reminder that Steve Irwin once chased and caught an emu ...

How does a human catch a speeding emu? answer: get Steve to chase it down XD

Credit to: Hookless. XD

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Chapter 2

-THE DRAGON-

It was in this forest, the one that protected him, the one that fed him, that Grimmel made his home. He knew every cove, every cliff, every boulder that made up his world. It was his, and he belonged to it.
Of course this didn't go over very well with the villagers. They whispered behind and in front of his back about how strange it was, to have this....connection, to such a chaotic and evil place.
His father didn't notice. He rarely noticed anything anymore.
Grimmel would just watch them with his icy, solemn eyes, and when they turned their backs on him for just a second, he was gone--back to the forest.
Back to the dragons.

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Grimmel kicked a rock half-heartedly. It skittered away into the undergrowth.
Today had been one of the harder days. His father was drunk again, throwing bottles and shouting.
Grimmel growled a bit. He hated the looks of pity and disgust everyone gave him when it happened. So to the forest it was.
He stormed deeper into the trees, scrambling over boulders and fallen logs. In his anger, he didn't notice that the familiar moss-covered trunks were growing taller and thicker, the rocks larger, the canopy thicker. He was moving so fast and so far that he didn't realize that he was in unfamiliar territory--the Deep woods, where he had gazed and longed at but had never worked up the nerve to explore.
For it was the Deep woods that were truly feared by everyone, even him. They housed the wildest, most ferocious dragons. Occasionally their eerie trilling cries would reach the village, and every hearth and torch would be burning in a desperate attempt discourage them.
Grimmel stopped at last, panting and sweaty. He looked around.
He was in a clearing, a tiny stream--no, more of a brook--burbling along at the far end. To his left was a small thicket of near-impassable brambles. And to his right....
A great tumble of gray-green rocks. Grass sprouting from the cracks. And on a ledge only a couple meters up...
A dragon, more beautiful and terrible than any he had ever seen before. Scales black as midnight, smooth and lithe as a snake, it was curled up like a cat with its wings tilted slightly outward, so you could see how big they were. Its snout was curiously round and flat, with two great big eyes in the front.
The eyes were closed.
Grimmel realized he wasnt breathing and sucked in a shudder of air. It was asleep. He could sneak away before it woke up and it would be none the wiser.
But something, whether it was greed or terror or something else altogether, kept him rooted to the spot. The minutes ticked away, first Grimmel's heart, then his stomach, rising through his throat.
Move! He told himself. Move! You're going to d.ie, you id.iot!
But his feet--the stubborn things--stayed put.
He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. When he opened them, he gasped and took a step back.
The dragon's eyes were open.
Those eyes would remain burned into Grimmel's brain forever. Yellowish-green--or were they greenish-yellow?--bored into his blue. The pupils went wide with surprise, then narrowed into reptilian slits. Those eyes were implacable. Merciless.
Grimmel closed his eyes and waited to die. He heard a slight rustle and they popped open again.
The dragon slunk silkily from its perch and paced no more than ten meters away, purring thoughtfully.
Grimmel, eyes wide, tried to back away.
The dragon's head whipped toward him and snarled.
Grimmel froze, heart pounding.
The dragon sat back calmly and cocked its head, considering him. Those eyes were inscrutable. Did it want to eat him? Roast him? Tear him to shreds and bury his carcass?
Those eyes seemed to pierce his very soul. And maybe they did, for glacial Grimmel could not meet those eyes any longer. He looked down and his feet and waited for searing flames.
But he could be resist one last peek.
The dragon snorted, deciding at last. It spun on its heel(s) and with two bounds was settled back comfortably on its perch. It watched him, tail swishing languidly.
Cautiously, Grimmel backed away. The dragon didn't move. Grimmel stepped father and faster until he could no longer see the clearing and he was running, running like lightning, back to the relative safety of his part of the forest.

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Nuuuuu!!!

Nuuuu! Such an awesome dragon! No touchie angry boi! NO TOUCHIE!

 

 

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Hehe.....I solemnly swear I am up to no good?

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Chapter 3

-THE AWAKENING-

That night, when his father had finally dropped off, Grimmel quietly eased a faded, frayed book from a meager bookcase. It was a book of dragons, all shapes and sizes. The village used it to figure out what types of dragon pests they could get rid of and which were too dangerous to try. It belonged to Grimmel's family though, had for generations, and no matter how good a mood his father was in, he was absolutely forbidden to touch the treasure. So Grimmel naturally got it out whenever he could.
He paged through, looking for anything black. He saw a strange lobster-looking thing with a poisonous looking tail and a dragon that was super dark purple, but no...whatever that was.
Wait! A small entry, towards the back of the book. A poorly rendered drawing that looked more like a bat than a dragon, but he recognized it all the same. He read the words with his heart in his throat. Fast, elusive, didn't like humans...Grimmel's hands shook. He was lucky to have gotten out alive.
He turned the page, but there was nothing else. Just the short description and a warning. Nothing about special abilities or interesting quirks. He glared at the drawing. It really was terrible.
Well, he could find out. All its abilities and habits. Knowledge like that would be useful.
Grimmel didn't admit the truth to himself--that he didn't care what he learned. Something about that dragon had worked inside his head and he was fixated.
He was going back to the Deep woods, first thing in the morning, and nothing would keep him from his dragon.

* * * * * *

Grimmel dropped to the ground and squirmed forward cautiously. The clearing was just up ahead, and he didn't want to get his head blown off.
He wormed his way to a good hidey-place and looked around.
The dragon was not there.
His stomach fell. Where had it gone? It couldn't be far!
A sudden shadow passed overhead, and with a loud SWWOOOOOSSHHHH the dragon--the Night Fury--landed delicately in the middle of the grass, a couple of cod dangling from its mouth.
Grimmel landed forward, eyes brighter than they'd ever been.
It gulped them down quickly and shuffled at the ground.
Grimmel shifted a little closer.
The ears pricked up and the yellow-green eyes fixed directly on him.
Grimmel experienced a quick bolt of fear, but it died quickly. The dragon hadn't killed him before--why would it do so now?
Sure enough, it just snorted what sounded suspiciously like a laugh and padded to its perch. There, it sat back on its haunches and stared at him challengingly.
Well, Grimmel was a runt but he was no coward. He struggled to his feet and stood tall, chin up and fists balled.
The dragon leaped down and circled him, sniffing all over. It paused on his hand, where he'd held his breakfast. For one flickering second, something wet and touch tickled over his fingers. Its tongue. And then it was over, and the dragon was pacing again, purring. But this time the noise was deeper, and the eyes were not so fierce.
Grimmel felt it in his bones. The dragon had accepted him. It--she--seemed to smile.
Grimmel blinked in surprise. Impossible--no animal could smile like a human. But despite the impossibility, hesitantly, sheepishly, Grimmel smiled back.
It was the first time he had smiled in a long, long, time.

* * * * *

Grimmel stalked through the undergrowth, soft as a cat. If he made one mistake, the retribution would be swift.
A leaf crunched slightly under his foot.
His quarry pricked her ears and swiveled to look at him.
He grinned sheepishly. "Well, you can't blame me for trying," he said to the nonplussed Night Fury. "I like a challenge."
He'd been trying to take her unawares for a week now. But no matter how quiet he was, how hidden he though his position, she always found him immediately. She didn't quite understand why this tiny human kept trying to sneak up on her, but she accepted it all in good humor.
Just like she'd accepted him. The thought made him want to smile again.
He moved a little closer and she skittered back a bit. He shrugged ruefully. She tolerated his presence, had even seemed to enjoy it once or twice. But she never let him too close to her.
But that was alright. Bit by bit, she was getting used to him. And though he didn't notice, bit by bit, Grimmel was starting to come alive. His eyes were no longer so cold, his thoughts no longer so unforgiving. This caring for something had warmed him.
His heart was no longer gone. He had found something to care for again.

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Argh now it's getting personal. He done got problems

 

Is this female some sort of relation to Toothy? She couldn't be his mother because there's at least a ten year time gap (assuming Grimmel is about 10 and in Httyd he's at least 40)

 

also I did look up that quote and found that it was from HP- in my defence, I've never read or watched any HP XD

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Nope

No relation to toothless, just your average wild night fury. I made her a girl because it felt right. And Grimmel is about fourteen, give or take a few months.
Never read Harry Potter? Meh. You're fine. It's not all its cracked up to be. Donr get me wrong, it's a fun read, fun world, but it's certainly not the best one out there.

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oh ok

Oh ok. Makes sense about the eye color (although I'm biased because of Ebony. She makes me feel like most NF should have yellow eyes ^^)

 

Yeah I kind of figured. I'm not so much into magical as I am just creatures that don't exist. It's boarderline sci-fi, really.

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I think Night furies in the wild have eyes that range from green to yellow and slightly different shades of black. Not identical, but difficult to tell apart, like real reptiles (another reason I dont like the Night Lights. ASJDHSJSFGFDHD REPTILES DON'T WORK LIKE THAT!)

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Chapter 4

-THE FLIGHT-

"Spirit? Spiiiirr-iiiitt!"
When Grimmel had checked the clearing she hadn't been there. Her perch was cold, so she'd been gone for a while. He'd checked all her favorite hunting spots, too--quietly, of course, so as not to scare off her prey--and she hadn't been there either. And since he hadn't seen any super dangerous dragons--apart from Spirit, of course--he'd figured out that Night Furies were very selective about who they let into their territory--he didn't feel worried about calling for her.
He had finally come up with the perfect name for her. She really was like a spirit--ghosting through the trees.
And the air.
Grimmel spotted her at last. He was closer to the shore than he'd been in a long time, on a bluff overlooking the sea.
Spirit was flying. She wasnt hunting, that was clear. No, she was...playing, as only a dragon can, with such incredible twists and loops and turns that Grimmel's mouth fell open.
He knew dragons were magnificent flyers, of course, but nothing he had ever seen could rival THIS.
Spirit suddenly spotted him. She veered towards him, soaring over his head and landing softly behind him. She seemed to grin at him.
"Whoa," he breathed, reaching out. "I didn't know you could fly like that."
Spirit shoved her head against him, purring as he scratched her behind the ears. He smiled, happy to see how happy he made her.
She finally trusted him. After weeks of patience, she let him near her. They played games of chase, games of stalking, and even games with little bits of light. Spirit loved those the best.
Grimmel looked up at the sky. He wondered what it would be like to fly.
Spirit licked him. He grinned at her. Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't have to wonder for long.

* * * * *

Grimmel slowly eased the door open, looking cautiously around. It was an hour before dawn, and while he didn't expect anyone to be out for another fifteen minutes, it never hurt to be sure.
His heart pounded as he slipped into the forest, double-checking to make sure he wasnt followed.
Today was the day. He was going to fly.
He'd practiced riding Spirit around on the ground. That alone was exhilarating--it was as if they became one creature, intent on the same thing. Spirit had tried to take off with him on her back before, but he made her let him off each time before she did. He didn't know why--he longed to fly, but he didn't feel ready.
But the last time, Spirit had given him one of her big-eyed pleading looks. She wanted him to fly with her.
And so he would. He was ready now.
Grimmel reached the clearing in a couple of minutes. Chasing a dragon for hours on end tends to make a very good runner out of a person.
Spirit seemed to be waiting for him. She was pacing in front of the dense thicket in the clearing. When she saw him, she lit up and bounded over, licking his face.
"Hey!" he laughed, hugging her neck. "You ready?" he whispered.
Spirit stilled and gave him one of her slit-eyed, reptilian looks. Then, slowly, she crouched and pulled back a wing. An invitation.
Grimmel climbed on easily and steadied himself. "Alright, Spirit," he said. "Fly."
And she did.
The wind was cold--so cold. Probably did nothing to help Grimmel's glacial look. But what did help was the smile on his lips and the laughter in his eyes.
They were so high the ground didn't even matter. It simply fell away, ceased to exist. The clouds and the air and the glittering dark were all that lived in this world of sky.
And then the sun rose, and the clouds turned to fire.
Grimmel's heart thumped into place. THIS was where he belonged--in the sky, chasing the light, with Spirit.
Forever.

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Interesting...very interesting...*strokes spagetti beard*hmmm...

Tracking so bad right now! 8D I'm curious what his TE will be to make him hate Night Furies so much....*pondering face*

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Sooo, first things first. When I made this account I choose hookless as my username because hookfang and toothless were my two favorites out of the gang's dragons, and I combined their names. I just want to clear that up so people don't take it the wrong way. :)

 

Siggy header made by awesome AndreaEaston! Thankies :D

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My Viking! (new account made on 9/20/19 but I'm no noob XD)

Name: Bolt Stormhunt

Gender: Female

Clan: Harbingerz (Go for the gold! :D)

Rank in clan: 28th

Current Trophy Count: 1,312

Favorite activities: Dragon Tactics, Racing, Battle Events, Fishing, hanging out with my friends and chatting (when I don't have a chat ban xD)

Backstory: Pending

Personality: Pending

 

Current main dragon: T'Challa the Sand Wraith

Birthday: Rescued 9/20/19

Gender: male

Backstory: Pending

Personality: Pending

 

Secondary dragon: Bork the Thunderdrum

Birthday: Hatched 9/21/19

Gender: male

Personality:

Bork is like a big, silly puppy. He's extremely playful and will fetch just about anything. He's a precious cinnamon roll and really isn't mean to anyne or anything. You can always find him with his tongue lolling out and his tail wiggling around. He is the welcoming commitee and also acts like a happy big brother to all my dragons (except my Nadder and Sand Wraith, who are my only dragons older than Bork). He also had an obsession with cardboard boxes as a hatchling, and that has since carried over to adulthood. I have lost many boxes due to Bork trying to squish into them.

Here's a wonderful picture of Bork by Soulofthefoxy! Thank you so much!

And here is baby Bork in a cardboard box! Also by Soulofthefoxy! :D Thanks for this wonderful surprise! 8D

 

Clint the Deadly Nadder

Birthday: Hatched 9/20/19

Gender: male

Personality: Pending

 

Vanko the Hobblegrunt/Threadtail

Birthday: Hatched 9/22/19

Gender: male

Personality:

Vanko is a devious little boi. He's always getting into trouble and under everyone's feet. He wants to be recognized and praised for his achievements, no matter how tiny or menial. He is rather snappish and somewhat of a glory-hog, even to me...He's the sort of dragon that claims he's of regal blood and wants to rule over everyone...even though he's not cut out for any sort of work-intensive job..and not very noble at all...He is the personification of the phrase "problem child" (someone please send help...he's such a terror...already trashed my farm twice, almost ate a sheep, and locked the chickens in the fish trap...o_o XD)

A picture of Vanko by the Incredible Izzy! :D Thanks so much! <_< I'd been wondering where that chicken got to...

 

Johnny the Typhoomerang

Birthday: Hatched 9/23/19

Gender: male

Personality: Pending

 

SpaceTime the Hideous Zippleback

Birthday: Hatched 9/24/19

Gender: male

Personality: Pending

 

Caitlin the Shivertooth

Birthday: Hatched 9/25/19

Gender: female

Personality: Pending

 

Benny the Grunkle

Birthday: Hatched 9/27/19

Gender: male

Personality: Mostly pending but he's a calm, sleepy boi :3

 

Rhino the Mudraker

Birthday: Hatched 10/2/19

Gender: male

Personality: Pending

 

Nick Furry the Woolly Howl (yes. The wordplay was irresitable xD)

Birthday: Hatched 10/3/19

Gender: male

Personality: Mostly Pending but he is a commanding leader boi

Beautiful art of Nick by Dragonfly! :D

 

A few smol things about me...

Other than httyd, my biggest fandom is the MCU, particularly where my precious Ironfam and Spiderfam is concerned x) I also do MCU headcanons!!! If you have a request, feel free to pm me, and I'll see if I'm willing to do it! Sizes will vary...

Other fandoms I'm in (other than HTTYD and the MCU): Maze Runner, Jurassic World, don't know if this is a "fandom" per se...but Monsters Inside Me...glorious, educational show but not for the squemish among you...Just because I can watch it and eat at the same time doesn't mean others can/want to X'DDD

I am an arteeeesssssttt....but have never made an actual request thread xD

Just your local night-owl and enthusiasm junkie...

About 99.999% of all things I say are banter, jokes, and not at all serious. It's all in good fun and I rarely am serious about anything here...

However, I can be very serious when I want to, and it usually shows, especially if I'm defending friends. Though I don't naturally seek out and/or participate in drama, if I feel the need, I'll add my two-cents then disappear.

I enjoy memes...ok? I just do...also puzzles, riddles, and puns...XD

I AM A SMOL SNEK ENTHUSIAST 8D

 

 

Also...

(this banner was made the the crazy talented EmeraldHuntress65! :D Thank you so much!)

 

I'm a Christian! 

 

My favorite bands directly relate to that. I love to sing.

~Matthew West~

~Evan Craft~

~Casting Crowns!

~Hillsong United~

~TobyMac~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This one isn't Christian, but his music is inspiring and will always have a special place in my heart <3

The legendary

~Avicii~

Rest in peace, Tim Bergling. You will forever be missed, always be loved, and never be forgotten.

 

 

My bestest forum buddies:

From the bottom of my heart, I'm grateful that you guys are my friends. I really don't know what I'd do without you guys. I love you 3000 :D

Just a little heads-up to any drama seekers out there. If you insult or badmouth my buddies, I will swoop in and will fight back with no mercy. I'm very protective, don't ya know! BD

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My fellow Inklings :D

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Me and you both, pal!

Ooh, yes.
I'm thinkin' that Spirit dies or something along the lines of that.

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Have to see...

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       You should be a writer! I saw everything you were describing! :D its awesome! I think I could use tips from you!

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                                                               Welcome to my Signature!!!!

                                         

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                     For the most AMAZING friends I could ever ask for EllaAcademyOfBerk and oXTillyXo!!!    Now for my other wonderful friends Janovia and RyanTheGreatTheFinder!!!    

 

                                       

                

                                 My friend code is EOSLAS I will try to friend as many of you as I can!

 

                          My main dragons right now are Toothless (Night Fury), MoonDust (Light Fury), Deadly Shadow ( Zippleback), Demons (Prickleboggle), Fang Blazer (Monstrous Nightmare), Hurricane (Titan Deadly Nadder), Sphera (Whispering Death), Titan (Gronckle Baby), MadamMuglug (Gronckle), Warrior (Scauldron), Bonekeeper/BoneScream (Boneknapper), Storm (Thunderdrum),  Haru ( Woolly Howl ), Saphira (Deadly Nadder), and Phoenix (Monstrous Nightmare)

                                                                

                       You can call me Lady fighter, Lady, or fighter anything is fine. My name is based off the medieval times when female knights were called "Lady".  

                                

                                        I am the proud Leader of The Furious Alpha Furies                       

                                         

                                                        

                                                           

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                                                         My favorite classes is: Strike,Boulder,Stoker,Tidal, and Tracker.

                              

                                           

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                               FangBlazer by the talented Peregrinecella

 

 

                          

                        FangBlazer by the awesome Icee Glacier!

                              

                                                    FireStorm by the talented Peregrinecella

 

                                          

                                             MugLug done by the awesome ZestyDragonWing!

                                             

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Thabk you so much! I'm actually *trying* to write a book. It's hard to find time, but it's getting there.

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I have a bad feeling you're

I have a bad feeling you're going to make me cry. Still tracking anyway.

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Summer Melody and Spinner, by me.

Summer melody head sculpture. By me.

 

a little information on me.

I am homeschooled, I love reading and am pretty good at math.

I plane on going for a degree in animal biology, and marine biology.

I love dinosaurs, especially raptors, I used to pretend to be one when I was little, and now it's just a habit to act a bit like one, especially when running.

 

I love the ocean, and would live in it if I could. It is always so energizing to play in the waves, and being worn out from that is one of the best feelings.

 

I don't like traveling, but at the same time I love it.

when I was little I used to have to travel alot, so I'm kinda worn out from that. But I love the new sights and things to do.

 

I am a Christian, and I despise anyone who claims to be, and then doesn't act like one. (Examples) stealing, mocking someone in a cruel way, swearing like it's cool and fun.

 

hobbies:

drawing, writing, reading, sculpting, creating props, daydreaming, running barefoot in the local forest.

 

likes:

rangers apprentice.

transformers.

dinotopia.

httyd.

Jurassic park and Jurassic world.

ark survival evolved.

minecraft.

goofing off.

being outside.

the ocean.

sleeping in.

sneeking around.

scaring people.

randomly building things.

 

dislikes:

Fake Christians.

endings in books that lack the awesomeness of the rest of the book/series.

quick mud.

sticks at the bottom of quick mud.

 

I tend to hang around boys more than girls. I can't understand most girls. And boys are more excepting of my tendency to find the activity that I would get the most dirty in and then doing it. (There are like five girls who I would rather play with than anyone else that I know)

 

if there is a really difficult spot to cross for a creek, then I will except the challenge.

 

I can scale over a ten foot tall tree in a few seconds.

 

I am the farthest jumper in my homeschool co-op.

 

I am about the slowest kid during the day.

night is a whole other story.

 

I'm a night owl.

 

My famous quotes:

"beware! I have a STICK!"

 

*holding a spoon* "FEAR MY MIGHTY WEAPON!"

 

me: "guess what is in my pocket!"

mom: "hopefully a gold coin and not a lizard."

me: "eh he he.. he."

mom: "ha ha get it away from me."

(it is a blue tail skink who now lives in our garden eating slugs and cut worms.)

 

mom: "do you have an animal in your shirt."

me: *proudly holds up a fence lizard* "yep!"

(it also lives in our garden eating grasshoppers. Her name is Rose.)

 

 

WARNING: may spontaneously talk of transformers

 

I​ronhide is the awesome!

Ironhide was supposed to be in transformers prime.

but his character was cut. I cry over it.

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Maybe? But welcome anyway ^^

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Threw me for a loop there

Agh you got me. I thought Grimmel wanted to get close to the NF just to kill. it :(

 

...he does have a reputation though.

 

Good read, trying to wrap my head around why someone would hate something so much after all that. Waiting patiently for the tears :'3

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Hehe....

Yeah, no, this part is to explain how he could just hop on the Light Fury's back and fly her well enough to evade Toothless and Hiccup for so long.

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Ah ha, good point. I never really thought about that but he clearly has dragon riding skills

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Chapter 5

-THE GATHERING CLOUD-

Years passed. Two, to be exact. Grimmel was still the runt, the outcast, but strangely, no one teased him anymore. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, erect and confident. Maybe it was the wild gleam in his eye or the lithe strength in his limbs. Whatever the reason, he had grown a wary respect in the heart of the village. Well, except for his father. HE was the same as ever.
But Grimmel didn't notice any of that. He only noticed his dragon.
They flew every day, but never too far from the shore. For some reason, Spirit would only travel a few leagues before refusing to go any farther and turning back. Grimmel figured it was just because she couldn't fly very far. It was a bit maddening, though, because it meant they couldn't fly away for good.
But that was alright. He could deal with that, as long as he had his Spirit.

* * * * *

It was summer, turning to fall, when the crops were ripe and ready to harvest. The fish and game were plentiful. The villagers rejoiced at what looked like a promising harvest. They wouldn't have to be hungry this winter.
But they hadn't reckoned on the Thief.
Someone--something--was close by, stealing the food brought it, tearing apart nets in its quest for food.
Joy turned to puzzlement and then to fear and anger. This...this...THING must be caught and killed. It was harming the village.
Grimmel shared the anger, but not for the same reason. He didn't care about the food--he didn't see most of it anyway, as his father took most of it from him. No, he was angry because all this hunting kept him away from Spirit, and when he did get to see her they couldn't fly unless it was at night. It was too risky to fly during the day--the villagers were so on edge that if they saw anything amiss it would all be over.
One day, one of the villagers made a shocking discovery.
Long, cruel claw marks slashed down the mast on Skorjin's father's ship.
"The Thief is...a dragon," they said in hushed tones.
Grimmel stared in shock. He never seen marks like that.
The villagers murmured and shouted, trying to figure out what to do.

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-THE GATHERING CLOUD-

Years passed. Two, to be exact. Grimmel was still the runt, the outcast, but strangely, no one teased him anymore. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, erect and confident. Maybe it was the wild gleam in his eye or the lithe strength in his limbs. Whatever the reason, he had grown a wary respect in the heart of the village. Well, except for his father. HE was the same as ever.
But Grimmel didn't notice any of that. He only noticed his dragon.
They flew every day, but never too far from the shore. For some reason, Spirit would only travel a few leagues before refusing to go any farther and turning back. Grimmel figured it was just because she couldn't fly very far. It was a bit maddening, though, because it meant they couldn't fly away for good.
But that was alright. He could deal with that, as long as he had his Spirit.

* * * * *

It was summer, turning to fall, when the crops were ripe and ready to harvest. The fish and game were plentiful. The villagers rejoiced at what looked like a promising harvest. They wouldn't have to be hungry this winter.
But they hadn't reckoned on the Thief.
Someone--something--was close by, stealing the food brought it, tearing apart nets in its quest for food.
Joy turned to puzzlement and then to fear and anger. This...this...THING must be caught and killed. It was harming the village.
Grimmel shared the anger, but not for the same reason. He didn't care about the food--he didn't see most of it anyway, as his father took most of it from him. No, he was angry because all this hunting kept him away from Spirit, and when he did get to see her they couldn't fly unless it was at night. It was too risky to fly during the day--the villagers were so on edge that if they saw anything amiss it would all be over.
One day, one of the villagers made a shocking discovery.
Long, cruel claw marks slashed down the mast on Skorjin's father's ship.
"The Thief is...a dragon," they said in hushed tones.
Grimmel stared in shock. He never seen marks like that.
The villagers murmured and shouted, trying to figure out what to do. Dragons had occasionally attacked, but never in such quiet, systematic raids. This was something they had never seen, and what people fear people hate.
"SIIIILLLLEEENNNNNCCCEEE!!!" roared a voice.
Everyone fell silent.
Grimmel's father stalked to the front. He was completely sober.
"The islands to the west deal with dragons all the time," he growled. "They have the perfect solution--kill the vermin!"
Everyone gasped. Dragons were so fierce, so dangerous. To KILL one...? It was unthinkable.
Grimmel's father grinned dangerously. "That's what my book said."
Well, that cinched it for everyone. If the book said it, it must be true. And if it was true, then it was doable, and if it was doable then....
They were going on a dragon hunt.

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sorta double post?

I think this is a double post... but towards the end the words are different. 

 

Still intrigued! ^^

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Arrrrghhhh

I sometimes go back and add more to the end so it flows into the next chapter more smoothly. This time it must have glitched.

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No worries!

No worries it happens. I just wanted to say something in case someone accidentally replied to the duplicate post

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Chapter 6

-THE BLACK HAZE-

Grimmel sharpened his dagger and slipped it into the sheath strapped to his forearm. When the most recent patrol came in, it would be his turn to search the woods for the Thief.
Grimmel was fitted for war, for it was a war the village was waging. He had his dagger of course, as well as a short sword hanging from his belt. He was wearing leather strips for bracers and wrapped around his boots for added protection. He dispensed with the usual helmets and breastplates--those were heavy and obscured his vision, and he preferred to be light on his feet. Playing with Spirit had given him the reflexes of a dragon.
Grimmel's father stalked into the room and snorted. "And what good do you think you'll do? Scrawny, weak--wont even wear decent armor."
Grimmel set his jaw. Just wait until we catch the Thief, he thought. And then you'll see what I can do.
And then maybe his father would finally be proud of him.
After about an hour, the next patrol, the one Grimmel was in, had gathered in the center of town. Everyone looked around fearfully, gripping their spears and swords tight.
One voiced what the others dared not. "What happened to the other patrol? They should have been back already."
Grimmel's father looked grim. "We'll look for them on the way."
It was a grim party that ventured into the woods. While his father thought that HE was leading, Grimmel subtly steered them along the trail the other patrol had taken. A deep feeling of unease had overtaken him, leaving him twitchy and even more glacial than ever.
They continued like this for more than half an hour, everyone's nerves fraying.
Just when they were at the breaking point, they stumbled into a clearing. Not Spirit's clearing in the Deep woods, but something similar. In fact, Grimmel thought he recognized it--it was one of Spirit's old ambush sites, where she waited for unsuspecting deer. She hadn't used it for about a year now.
But something else had. And they hadn't attacked deer.
The villagers gasped and Grimmel pressed his lips together to keep from doing the same.
They had found the patrol.
Blackened, scorched co.rpses littered the clearing. The remains of their last stand. They looked like they'd been in a wild explosion.
Grimmel nudged the nearest body over with his toe.
It was Skorjin.
Grimmel's mouth twisted. He'd hated Skorjin. But no one deserved a fate like this. Not even Skorjin.
Cries of sorrow and dismay echoed as, one by one, the villagers identified friends and loved ones. The cacophony of hurt seemed to swirl around and into everyone, a thick white fog of grief.
They carried the bodies back to more cries and more grief. No one slept well that night. Least of all Grimmel.
His father was in a terrible, horrible mood. It was a combination of fear, frustration, anger, and grief--not a good mix for anyone to bear.
"Blasted waste," he growled at Grimmel as he passed. "Told ya you wouldn't be any good. Shoulda thrown you into the ocean the moment you were born."
Grimmel paused. "Well, then why didn't you?"
Whenever he asked this question, the answer he usually got was a hand to the face. But instead his father turned to face him, blind fury written over every inch of him.
"Because your mother wasn't as strong as she thought. She wouldn't let me, and I've paid for that moment of weakness a thousand times over." He stalked out of the room and stormed up the stairs.
Grimmel stayed frozen, staring into the ffire. He'd thought that nothing his father could say would hurt him anymore. But how very wrong he was.
It had all been a lie. He hadn't been wanted, had never been wanted. The only person who had wanted him was dead, and nothing would bring her back.
He didn't sleep, just stared at the ceiling. His heart was beating black and heavy.
Thump.
Tha-thump
Thump.
Tha-thump.
Thump.

* * * * *

It was a few days after, when Grimmel was on patrol, that he realized that he hadn't visited Spirit in days. What with the burials and his father's outburst, he hadn't had time to tear himself away.
Tonight, he promised her silently. I'll come tonight.
There was a brief period at night when there was a gap in the patrols. That was when he could sneak through.
He crept through the darkness like he was a dragon himself, flitting so softly, so smoothly, you would never have noticed him at all. He passed through the main square and slipped closer to the woods, where the sheep were penned.
A stealthy CRACK! brought him up short. He knew that sound. It was the sound of a sneaking dragon.
It was the Thief.
Slowly, he advanced towards a large haystack towards the corner of the sheep pen. The rustlings grew louder and louder, until Grimmel, heart pounding, drew his knife.
The keen-soft sound cut through the night.
The rustling stopped. And then a head popped up.
Grimmel barely registered straightening from his crouch or the knife slipping from his fingers. All he noticed was the familiar face--as familiar to him as his own hands--staring back at him, with those beautiful yellow-green eyes, and a deep, crushing disappointment and betrayal.
The Thief was...Spirit.
"Spirit?" he whispered hoarsely, as if begging for it not to be true.
But it was. Oh, but it was.
Spirit's ears twitched up to a sound only she could hear. She growled, eyes turning to slits, and disappeared into the night.
Grimmel made it back to his house, and then his bedroom, somehow without getting caught. He rolled over and over in his bed, dozing off and on, soaked with a cold sweat.

His dreams taunted him.
'Runt.'
A flicker of movement in the forest.
'Blasted nuisance.'
'Run along, little hiccup!'
A rasping tongue.
Skorjin's body, charred and dead.
Wings soaring, a sky of stars.
Falling, ever falling, into a pit of betrayal and hurt and green, glittering eyes.

Grimmel's eyes opened.
It was morning. The sun was shining.
Grimmel got up and swung his legs out of bed. He buckled on his dagger and sheath and headed downstairs.
His father was away on patrol. Good.
Grimmel strode towards the forest. He had business there.
He walked the familiar route like a stranger. Everything seemed right and yet so, so out of place.
He reached the clearing. Spirit was sleeping on her usual ledge. Her ears twitched but she didn't wake up.
Silently, with the ease of long practice, he pulled himself up beside her, sitting next to her neck--his usual spot. Once there, he cradled his head in his hands and on his knees.
Echoes of his dream throbbed in his skull. She had been his best friend--his only friend--for two years. He KNEW her--she couldn't... she wouldn't...
But she had.
His breath came in rapid bursts. A black haze was building in his head, clouding his eyes and his thoughts. She had killed. She had stolen. Thief. Murderer. If he did this...then no one else would suffer.
And his father would be proud of him.
Hands shaking, he slowly drew out his knife.
Spirit twitched again. She was in a lighter sleep now. She would wake soon.
Grimmel stood. The next few seconds were a clouded blur. A silver flash, a sickening tearing of sinews and flesh, and a blur of black scales, and then two yellow-green eyes were staring at him in complete shock and hurt, and Grimmel knew in his bones that those eyes would haunt him for the rest of his life.
Then the eyes closed and fell away, and Grimmel's world shuddered and broke.

* * * * *

Grimmel walked slowly into the village square. Villagers peeked out and saw him. Then they saw the bloody knife in his hands and their eyes widened. They stepped out and followed him as he pressed ever onward, towards the main hall that they were using as a base. Grimmel's father stood in front of the door, talking to some fellow leaders. They fell silent as he approached.
He walked up to them and threw down the knife. It spattered red over the faded wood.
"I killed the Thief," Grimmel said coldly.
Silence.
Then, a slow, measured clapping. His father was applauding. "Well done," he said--and he meant it.
Grimmel lifted his chin and turned away. Once, he would have basked in that praise-and part of him did, in a detached way. But the life that he had once had seemed to have drained away. He was more lifeless and glacial than he'd ever been.
He walked away, hands stained red. The villagers watched, awed, and whispers followed, but instead of jeers they were whispers of praise and thanks. He had saved them from the Thief. He was their hero. He had saved them.
But he had lost himself.

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SO, so sad. :'(

 

 

I don't believe it was even her- She seemed like she was herself being harassed. Besides, the scorching and and explosion like description could have been reference to a stoker class dragon- or even a zippleback.... or- with the long, never before seen clawmarks, the scorching, and Spirit's concern, perhaps a Deathgripper!

 

Heart wrenching story, Dragoness. I think you did an excellent job and I really liked the references to Cressidas work.

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No, it was her. The next chapter reveals why. If Grimmel had just trusted her or trained to stay away from humans, this never would have happened.

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Oh, I thought the story was finished >shrugs< Hmm. Either trusted her or trained her to steer clear of humans. You actually make me feel sorry for Grimmel, his trust was broken by every person (and in his eyes) creature he met.

 

I'll be waiting for the next update!

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Chapter 7

-THE MARK-
The nightmares were worse that night. Fractured glimpses of smoke and flames and screaming. Who was screaming? Stop--stop!
He jerked awake, blankets tangled, cold sweat running down his face.
He stumbled to his feet and took deep, steadying breaths as he leaned on the small washbasin.
He looked down and frowned. He was used to the warped, faint reflection in the shiny wood, but something seemed slightly...off. he couldn't put his finger on it. He was probably just tired.
He went downstairs. His father was gone, but he had left a note:
"Gone out to assess damage. See you soon."
Grimmel's face twisted into something that resembled a smile. This was the very first note his father had ever left him. He had finally won his father's respect. The thought wasn't cheerful, exactly, but it had a sort of grim purpose that seemed to clear his head a little.
He headed out to do....something. Without...NO. He wasnt going to think about that.
As he trudged down the path that led to the main square, the villagers stopped and stared at him. It was a look of shock and the tiniest bit of fear. It made him feel twitchy.
"What?" He finally snapped at a young boy who stared at him particularly hard.
"Did you do something to your hair?" He asked.
Grimmel blinked. "What do you mean? It's the same as it's always been."
"No, it's not," came a creaky voice. Grimmel turned to see the Elder, the oldest person in the village, so old she didn't remember her own name.
Elder withdrew a shiny, flat something from beneath her old gray robes. "This is a looking-glass. Look."
Grimmel looked.
His hair was no longer blonde. It was gray-white, like snow in the shadows.
He took a half-step back in surprise, then leaned closer, scrutinizing his reflection. It seemed to fit him, somehow, more than his blonde hair ever had.
"You are marked now," Elder smiled toothlessly. "The gods take notice of heroics such as yours, and they leave a mark. It is a great honor."
The listening villagers murmured with approval and gave him admiring glances before dispersing to their work.
Grimmel nodded his thanks to Elder and swept away hurriedly.
Lost in thought, he didn't realize where his feet were carrying him until he was standing in the entrance to the clearing.
Her body was gone--the villagers had taken and burned it. And he had come through and taken every little shed scale and thrown them into the flames, too. He wanted her gone, completely. Forever.
He wrinkled his nose. There was a reek of old fish, coming from somewhere....there! The impassable thicket, on the edge of the brook.
He stepped over and peered inside.
Sure enough, there was a huge mound of stolen fish and bread and even a couple sheep legs, all smelly and full of flies.
He growled a little in anger and stood to go. But then he frowned and looked back.
Something didn't look right.
It was a pile of food, yes, but it had a very specific shape. It was all arranged carefully in a circular heap, and in the center, blending into the shadows, were...
Eggs. Three perfect dragon eggs. HER eggs.
Heedless of the scratching thorns, he reaches in and drew them out, barely breathing.
They were close to hatching--they HAD to be, the shells were so warm and thin. If he put his ear close, which he did, he could hear a high, faint heartbeat. The eggs were still alive.
He sat back on his haunches, stunned. This could change everything! Eggs meant babies, and babies...babies were not like full-grown dragons. They were impressionable, trainable. If he could make them on HIS side, teach them not to do anything without orders, they wouldn't be a danger to the village.
Beginning to grow excited, he ran a hand through his hair--and froze.
His hair. His MARK. These were HER eggs, HER children. They would see the mark, they would know what he had done--and they would hunt him down. He knew this with a sick certainty. Dragons didn't know mercy. They would not give him a second chance. Accusing green eyes flashed before his face. He scrambled to his feet with the terror of the hunted.
What people fear, people hate, and Grimmel feared these dragons.
He raised his foot and smashed down hard. The first egg crushed under his foot with a wet crunch and an oozing of stickiness. He stomped it harder, flatter, and then moving on to the next, driven with the wild terror of the prey.
At last he stepped back, panting, boots covered with muck, a horrifying mess of broken shell and glimpses of mangled wings and legs. Their eyes would never haunt him the way hers had.
He stood trembling with his fists balled. He knew now what his mark meant. He had to track down and kill all of these Night Furies, these demons of darkness, before they killed him.
He was Grimmel. And he would win this war.

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Explanations

Okay, so that's the end of the *official* backstory. So far I think I've covered:
-His 'scrawniness'
-His hair
-His dragon-flying skills
-His hatred of Night Furies and how he killed his first one
-His conviction that dragons are thieves and murderers

But I most certainly haven't covered everything. I think I want to write a few scenes about how he got his Deathgrippers and how he knew of Stoick and Berk. And then maybe as a bonus the few scenes he has in the 3rd movie from his point of view. Would any of you want to read that?

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How did you make me feel sorry for Grimmel?! That should not be possible! XD

You're such a great writer, Dragoness, I'd definitely read more.

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Aw, thanks!
Wait, you feel sorry for him? Even after that last chapter?

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For some reason, yes XD

 

Betrayed trust is one of the hardest things. It can make people do things they wouldn't otherwise do :c

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Yeah I'm with Flitt- it really is sad to see someone go that direction- even when all is said and done, it is their own choice.

...upon that note I'm curious, is there a reason why she ki.lled everyone in the clearing? It was her ambush spot, but it sounds like she didn't eat anyone soooo.....

...

Or was she just the thief and something else got everyone in the clearing?

 

 

You did a great job of creating explenations for this villian Dragoness! You portrayed his struggles, how he nearly came out of them, the utter betrayal of his father and how the dragon was stealing at the same time, his angry lashing out, the terrible guilt, and lastly the fear that drove him into the place he is in by HTTYD3. I think he could have been redeemed even after Spirit, had he only regretted his rash anger and chose to care for the babies.

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Hmmm more explanations needed

Okay, since it's kinda alluded to but never actually explained, I better tell Spirit's story.
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Spirit was an ordinary Night Fury until she met a strange, white Human in the woods. It followed her around, much to her bemusement. She ignored it at first, but slowly it grew on her. She became fond of this strange Human with its laughing eyes and dragon-like smile. She even gave it a name--Llathe, the white winds that blew the clouds to the horizon.
When it flew on her back, sometimes it would want to go out to sea. She always turned back, though. She knew those isles beyond were not kind to dragons. Besides, she had a mate on the mainland. She couldnt leave him behind.
A few months before she was to lay her eggs, she began collecting food. Her mate had been killed by a fallen tree, so she had no one to help feed her while she looked after the eggs.
The eggs needed to stay warm and hidden from predators. When they hatched, they would need a LOT of food--and so would she, since she couldnt hunt AND watch them.
There was a large den of Humans nearby. It was dangerous, but it had food. Lots of food. And since there was no other way to get the amount of food she needed from the forest, to the den she must go. They could always make more, anyway.
One day, she was bounding away, fish in her mouth, when a snarling pack of Humans attacked her with claws on trees. Frightened and angry, she blasted at Human after Human, some blasts hitting two or three at once. She fled back to her precious nest, where her eggs were waiting. That had been close--too close. From now on, she could only go at night.
When she got back, she sniffed the air. Llathe hadn't been here for a while. Maybe she should check on it soon.
She curled her tail tenderly around the nest of food she was building and drew it toward her lovingly. Soon her eggs would hatch. Llathe would like them, she thought.
A few nights after, she snuck into the den and found a large catch of fish. She gathered as many as she could into her mouth and made for the woods. As she did so, she heard the soft pitter-patter of Human feet following her. She froze behind a mound of dead grass.
A slight shhhhiiinnnkk told her it had drawn one of its claws. She raised her head, prepared to duck down and run.
But she needn't have worried. It was Llathe. This must be its den.
He stared at her with those pale eyes.
She heard the distant noise of growling Humans. She turned and bounded away. At least Llathe was safe.
The next morning, she was sleeping. In her sleeping state, she half-heard the soft pitter-patter of Human feet. But it didn't worry her for some reason, so she didn't wake up.
Then she heard a slight shhiiiinnkkk, like a claw. She stirred slightly, and then a searing pain that burned and froze erupted in her neck. She staggered to her feet in panic, the pain unbearable.
Llathe's anguished, twisted face was before hers. It smelled of anger and betrayal.
What had happened? Was Llathe hurt? Were her eggs safe?
And then everything dissolved into dark.
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Sooo yeah. It was her, and she did it for her eggs. She didn't know that Grimmel would take it as a betrayal.
Oh, and I guess I forgot to mention this covers why Grimmel thought Night Furies can't fly very far--Spirit wouldn't leave, but he didn't know the reason why.

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Ahhh ok

That makes sense. Obviously NF can raise their young on their own in the wild without support from human dens (liked that btw ^^) but without the male she would probably lose the clutch. 

 

Another last question -just because I ask them when I really like a story-  is it only Grimmel's superstition about the furies growing up and hunting him down? The change in his hair color was supernatural but the dragons wouldn't know what he did would they? But if so, and he raised the young and furthermore relented would they forgive him?

 

So so sad though, even as she died she trusted that it wasn't Llathe :'(

 

about the distance NF can fly- what is the official cannon for that? TBH I like the idea they can't fly far. All the fastest creatures in the world are sprinters and bats which the wing design of nf is based off of don't venture far from their homes. Another aspect is the fact NF are strictly nocturnal in the wild and would be very vulnerable during the day when their camouflauge backfires and they stick out like a sore thumb.

 

(just to be clear I prefer the not far thing but I don't mind if in your story they can/do fly far and you made a good explenation for why Grimmel thought they couldn't)

 

...I'm probably waaaay overthinking all this cuz that's how I roll but... curiosity... or ocd... I can't- stop! xD