Gluespit returns, now with titan form! - customizable bases

Alright, here goes! Sorry for the long wait, my family's desktop died earlier this year and we just now got a new one.

Name: Dauntless

Form: Baby

Gender: Male

Story: I thought it was going to be a typical raid; I was riding Banshee, my titan screaming death, and had several other dragons nearby, ready to strike. We were hovering in the thick cumulus clouds, out of sight of the ship below. I watched it carefully through my spyglass. It was a hunter's ship alright, massive, dragon-proof-metal-clad, and with multiple sails bearing Drago's old seal. Most importantly, it sailed alone--a perfect practice target for my two adult dragons, Mocha (woodreaper) and Vixen (nightsealer). Vixen had become quite the destructive force, but thankfully seemed to have a good sense of what to attack and what to leave alone. The only problem was she attacked on sight, instead of hanging back. I hoped to fix this, but for the time being I had made her a leather "hood" much like what would be used in falconry. Unable to see, she perched on Mocha's back and remained surprisingly calm in her darkness. Whether she was truly calm or merely brooding until I released her upon the ship, I could not tell, and couldn't really focus on her mood right at the moment. Mocha huffed and glanced at me in disgust.

"Hurry, please!" she croaked (her ability to mimic, with constant exposure to human speech, permitted her to understand and speak English fairly well) "I want more coffee!"

"You had enough of that today," I replied matter-of-factly. "You drank nearly my whole supply, and if you keep drinking it, you will become caffeine dependant and overly hyper."

"Mocha no get hyper, just want coffee!"

"Later!" I insisted. "Right now we need to focus. I can see the captain and a deathgripper on the deck. I bet they are heading to Auction Island with a load of dragons to sell."

"Okee, so we free the dragons, then go to trade with foreign natives for more coffee seeds."

"Beans," I corrected. "And right now, this is more important. This ship is getting close to this little atoll just under us. We may be able to run the ship aground and free the dragons below deck. That deathgripper will be a problem, though. I will most likely need you to put it to sleep with your breath mist. The captain I can probably fight off if she gives me any trouble. Banshee, you ready?" The massive white and red dragon growled in agreement. I pulled the hood off of Vixen's head so she could see. She blinked a few times until her eyes adjusted to the light, then she began scouring the sea below us. It did not take long for her to spot the hunter vessel and dive for it, followed by a few other high-damage-capable dragons. Mocha slunk down behind the ship, out of the captain's view, her eyes fastened upon the deathgripper. The captain drew an ax and the head of it erupted into blue flames. She swung it at the attacking reptiles as they pummeled the deck with fireball after fireball, splintering the boards and showing the dark hold below. The deathgripper had his say in the fight, and began stinging each dragon as he came across it in the fray. All except Mocha, who was tracing his every wingflap, every step, every strike. When Vixen grabeed his tail in her claws and began biting it, the larger beat began chasing his tail, trying to get the offending lizard off of it. This was Mocha's chance. She opened her jaws and puffed out a steady stream of mist, enveloping the deathgripper. It spotted her and began trying to strike, but Mocha slithered this way and that to avoid each strike, biding her time and continuing to breathe the gas. The deathgripper's yellow eyes finally rolled back and he fell to the floor unconscious. Now, it was my turn to board the ship. I had Magpie, my smothering smokebreath mix, fly me wingmaiden-style to where the captain was. Banshee dove under the water, waiting for my signal for her signature attack. The captain whirled around to face me, brandishing her blazing ax.

"What did you do to my dragon?!" she thundered, swinging at me.

"Nothing worse than what you've done to the poor creatures chained below!" I answered, blocking with my double-bladed staff. my opponent let out a war cry and swung at me again and again, each time I blocked or dodged the blows. "Now if you don't mind, I'll take them off your hands."

"You are not taking these dragons anywhere!" she roared. I ducked to dodge the incoming bash from her golden shield, but stepped on a splitered fragment of board and toppled as the blow struck. The captain pointed her ax head at me and said, "Where will you be going now?"

"Oh, the same place you are--for now," I answered. I rolled to avoid the ax coming down and ran to the edge of the ship, where I called for Banshee. The captain ran at me, but soon fell to the floor as the ship lurched. Large white-and-red coils wrapped the ship around the middle and began pulling it towards the atoll. As the wood creaked and the sides began to cave in, dozens of dragons flew out of the hold, uncaged and free, courtesy of Mocha and her stealing the keys from the captain.

"No!" the captain yelled. She hollered for her deathgripper to round them up again, but he was still too drowsy to even stand. The ship began to break apart as the hull hit the shore and Banshee tightened her coils. Magpie dove for me to get me off the deck just in time, but the captain grabbed my feet and was lifted along with me.

"Save my dragon. Now!" she demanded. Mocha already lifted the half-conscious deathgripper in her claws and carried him to the shore. Magpie swooped low enough for the captain of the wrecked ship to drop to the ground and run to her pet. Once I hit the ground, I followed.

"What have you done?" she moaned. "What have you done!" She spun to face me, her blue eyes blazing with fury.

"Saving the dragons on that ship from being sold or worse," I answered, crossing my arms. "You and your deathgripper will be fine, I just had my woodreaper put him to sleep with her sleeping gas breath."

"You don't understand, do you?" she retorted. "I was saving those dragons myself! I managed to steal one of the warlords' ships and was taking their captured dragons with me to safety! I'm not sure how far ahead I was of their armada. I know they sent one after me." I didn't believe her at first, but when I saw that the "captured" dragons were staying close to her instead of flying away, even trying to help her deathgripper wake up, I realized she was telling the truth.

"I'm so sorry," I gasped. "I thought you were a hunter!"

"That's what everyone was supposed to think, at least until we got away," she said, sliding her now-extinguished ax back into its belt sheath. "Now my ship is sunk, these dragons are a long ways from where I'm taking them, and now I don't know how to move them before we get found by the warlords." She sank to the ground, her face in her hands. Her deathgripper staggered over to her and rested his head on her shoulder. She began petting him and trying to maintain her military composure.

"I can help, I think," I said softly. "I have several large, strong dragons with me. Maybe they can carry some of the dragons on their backs while we ride ours. The island my hut is on is argely deserted and has plenty of resources, so you and they can rest there with my dragons until we get you another ship." To this the captain agreed. My typhoomerangs, silver phantoms, and the hybrid offspring of some of them all spread their wings as "ramps" leading to their backs. The liberated dragons were hesisant to board their new rides, but when the deathgripper led the way, the others soon followed. The young woman rode Banshee with me as we headed back to Dragon's Edge, largely deserted except for me and my sister, when she visited. On the flight home, we talked.

"I never got your name," she said. "If I am to be helped by the person who started this mess, I should at least know that much."

"Phoenix," I replied. "Phoenix Flamebourne." Her blue eyes narrowed a bit as she thought.

"My name is Tempest Seaheart," she said. "I spend a lot of time rescuing dragons."

"That's good. Where do you live?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood. She said, "I do not live in any one location. I'm more of a nomad, you might say. I sail the high seas, mostly. I never stay in one spot for very long."

"Oh, why? I asked." Tempest pondered things for a moment, then said, "Forgive my directness, but you are still a stranger. I do not tell much to strangers. Still, this much you can know. Things are dangerous for people like me. It is not safe to stay in one spot long."

"Oh," I breathed, my heart beginning to ache with memories. "I can understand that."

"Can you truly?" Tempest asked. I nodded and said, "Yes, I can truly. Things are not safe where I am from, and most places I go I am not safe long." Tempest only replied with a "Hmmmmm." We stayed silent after that, and as day turned into darkness the silence began bringing up reminders of my current situation, things I wanted so desperately to ignore. My thoughts were interrupted by Vixen diving down aout twenty feet, making a wide circle, then flying back to me in a frenzy.

"What is it, girl?" I asked. She kept fluttering about my head. I gestured for Mocha to check it out, and the shadowy dragon swooped down near flickering lights of campfires. When she returne,d she was visibly shaken.

"Bad men, bad dragon," she croaked. I asked what she meant, and she told me of a group of men with a trained howlian at their camp. Tempest drew her ax and said, "We should act! If they have a howlian, who knows what will happen to the dragons in this area?" I pulled out my spyglass and had Banshee hover over their heads so I could observe them. Most looked like the ordinary hunter type, spiked helmets and all that, but the one talking to them and pointing to locations on a map in the firelight was different, wearing a long brown coat and matching fedora. When I saw who is was, I gasped and sank lower into the saddle in shock.

"What? What did you see?" Tempest asked. She grabbed the spyglass and looked at the camp for herself.

"Hmm, typical hunter type, except for this one wearing odd clothing. Who on earth dresses like that?"

"Bounty hunters do, that's who," I answered. Tempest said, "I've seen bounty hunters before. This one looks like no one I've ever run across. Who is it?"

"To answer both of your questions," I sighed, "Bounty hunters from my time period dress like that, and he is Phineas Vizelli, the best bounty hunter who serves---" My voice stopped. I couldn't bring myself to say any more.

Tempest looked through the spyglass again.

"Phoenix, I think we should move now. He is about to feed the howlian." I snatched the spyglass back and looked, then gasped. I pointed out the camp to Magpie, who camoflauged herself to be invisible, swooped down into the camp, and plucked the bundle right from Vizelli's hands before he could give it to the howlian. The massive dragon smelled the intruder and snapped at her, but she soared out of range as fast as she could, carrying the dark little bundle with her. When she returned to me, she deposited it in my arms. Two yellow eyes peered at me, and the figure of a baby gluespit began moaning and trying to wake up.  Tempest looked him over and said, "Deathgripper venom. I've seen it before. This Vizelli character is probably using venomed dragons to help keep the howlian submissive. Howlians naturally follow human lead and annihilate dragons, but there may be reasons this bounty hunter wants the dragon kept calm." I cradled the baby gluespit in my arms and tried to sort things through in my mind. In the meantime, Tempest decided that since her deathgripper was alert again, she should attack the hunters' camp. There was no talking her out of it, just action. She swooped through the camp with her flaming ax, her deathgripper lighting the area on fire so she could free the caged dragons, then jumped back on his back and met me in the air again, this time with even more freed dragons. As we flew higher into the sky, hopefully out of view of the hunters (they could see better thanks to the blaze caused by the deathgripper), I spotted Vizelli as he squinted and watched. His woodreaper slithered up to him and hissed, "She got them all. Now there will be no sale." Vizelli smirked as replied, "The hunting operation is only a means to an end, my dear Nimrod. We wanted to find the Phoenix, and thanks to her brazen friend, we have seen her for the first time since coming to this time period. The emperor will be very pleased, even more so when we bring her back for him to deal with."

***

"So, what did you mean by 'your time period?'" Tempest asked. I was hesistant to answer, but her piercing stare compelled me to tell the truth.

"I am from the future, and am able to travel through time," I answered. "And apparently, now Vizelli can, too."

"And he is a bounty hunter, which makes you an outlaw in your time period."

"Correct."

"So, you really can understand my lack of safety," Tempest mused. "Perhaps I can trust you to help me, after all." I looked at her in surprise.

"You aren't surprised I can travel through time?" I asked.

"Surprised? Yes, not many people can, at least not as far as I know. But I was in a place where the technology was so advanced certain members of the city could do such things. But enough about that. What are you going to name your new friend?"

"I'm not sure, to be honest," I answered, scratching my head. "I haven't really thought about what to call him."

"How about Dauntless?" she suggested. "Gluespits are a fearless species, and this little guy is not different."

"Oh? What makes you say that?" I asked, trying to keep the conoy on the right track home.

"Look," Tempest said. I looked to my side and saw the little feller climbing all over Tempest's deathgripper's head, squawking and taunting him, despite the dragon's obvious displeasure and constant growling and snapping at him.

"I see," I laughed. "Not many baby dragons would be brave enough to taunt a deathgripper, especially one that is in the middle of flying!" We both had a good laugh, and reached Dragon's Edge without further incident. The dragons were left free to roam the island, and we got our rest.

***

The next morning, I awoke to the sound of Tempest calling to me. I sleepily stepped down from the loft to see the warrior woman pointing at a very contented Mocha, who was slurping down coffee from her large dish.

"Is she supposed to be drinking coffee?" Tempest asked in shock. I nodded and said, "Yes, but I don't understand where she got it. My supply was nearly gone..." Mocha stared at me defiantly and croaked, "We did not go get more, so I got more."

"Oh no, Mocha where did you get that?"

"Bad man's camp. They had many bags in storehouse. I grabbed all of it and brought it with us home. Now we no need leave for long time!" She stuck her mouth back in the bowl and slurped down more of the black drink, then said, "We may need more of the chocolate beans and sugar cane. This is good, but not like true mocha coffee." Tempest's jaw dropped and she shook her head in disbelief. I sighed and put a hand on her soulder, then said, "That's what happens when you feed a young dragon coffee. She is bad enough, Vixen can take it or leave it, but I sure do hope that none of the other dragons..." I stopped mid-sentence as I spotted Dauntless climbing up the edge of the bowl, plunging his head in the coffee, then looking back at me with a big mischeivous grin.

"Not another coffee drinker!!!!"

sorry couldn't edit so here is the history

History:Sticky web is young and clever titan wing dragon who never cared for anybody but herself. She decided that she needs to be better at stealth so she flew off to berk so she could see what she can learn more. The dragons huntera were under her she didn't until they used a dragon root arrow. She fell in the water, the dragon hunters were about to get her with a net until a dragon fired at the dragon hunter's ship. Sticky web looked up to see a pink night fury with a girl riding it. The pink night fury grabbed sticky web but she was to tired to fight back so she fell asleeo. Later when she woke up she realized she was in a human house, Sticky web turned head to see the girl who rode the pink night fury was treating her injuries. The girl patted her "it's ok we will heal you" she said softly to sticky web, She knew when the girl said we, she met her and the night fury. Sticky web knew that she would be safe with this girl and the night fury so she decided to be one of the girl's dragon.