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Oooo I'z likes more questions ^^

Glad you're enjoying this!
So a severe trauma CAN turn your hair white (I think--i may have just read too many books), so that was his hair color. But yeah, it was just his superstition. Deep down he knew he was in the wrong and this was kinda his conscience catching up with him. The Furies wouldn't have known whether or not the hair color meant something--he just felt hunted because of his conscience.
So the whole day-night thing--they do venture out during the day (shadows in the trees can work for camouflage too) but they dont fly. However they are much more active at night when they blend in to the sky.
As for the can they/cant they fly long distances, I do agree that they're mainly sprinters, but if they catch a good air current in the sky they can glide along for quite a while. At least, that's my interpretation for the movie Night Furies. My fanfiction is a wee bit different. ^^
And bring on the questions! It helps me think it all out. XD

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o.o soooo good 

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Name in SoD: lvyX 

clans: Harbrinerz & Owl Feathers.

main dragons:

Winter ( Male Woolly howl.)

cami ( Female sand wraith.) 

Ruby (Female Wolly howl.)

Nightmare hunter ( Male M.nightamare.)

SUN (Female Lightfury.)

Hatshepsut ( Female Razor whip.) 

Golden whip ( Female Razor whip.)

Assassin (Male Deathgripper.)

Dark Knight (Male Nightfury)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My clan Owl feathers.

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SUN edited by me 

 

 

 

SUN edited by me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Winter by: Dragonfly Ty!

 

 

  

 

 

 

By Akaumei. 

Winter  my Woolly Howl in  his human form.

 

 

 

 

 

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Ruby as a Adult

 

Winter in the HW adult and Titan

 

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Thank you!

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The Afteryears--1

-A NEW CHANCE-

Grimmel stalked along the trees silently, hand on his knife.
It had been many years after his triumph over the Thief. He had traveled up and down the coast of his homeland, scouring the forests and beaches for signs of the demons--and he'd found them, too. Almost ten villages would never be hounded by them again. His reputation was growing.
He was following a new lead now, farther inland than usual. There had been stories of wicked black shapes stalking travelers as they journeyed to and from a village. The villagers had heard of Grimmel and begged him to come rid them of their monsters.
So he came.
He smiled. He had grown to enjoy the hunt--the stillness of the forest, the charged silence that preceded the pounce, the fear of the prey. It was his new world and he gloried in it.
Which was why he was so ruthlessly dedicated to the task at hand. It was a challenge--this prey was proving to be elusive, and he appreciated its cunning.
He paused in a thicket and peered into the sunlight. Years of training was the only reason he did not gasp.
It was not a Night Fury--or rather, THEY were not Night Furies. It was a small pack of strange, grotesque dragosn with crab-claws for front talons, ridged plates on their backs, and long, slobbery tusks jutting out from their jaws.
Oh, these were a sight to behold. Grimmel kept perfectly still, content to watch.
And he certainly had something to watch, for there was a fight going on.
Two males, one old, one young, were clashing angrily. They locked tusks and beat their wings and shrieked in a strange, alien voice.
The young one flipped the old one over and screeched victoriously.
But it was not to be.
The old one twisted and raised its tail high. At the end of the tail was a barb. The barb plunged down, and the young one went slack.
The old one heaved itself to its feet and growled menacingly.
The young one got to its feet and bowed low. Its eyes were so tightly focused that, as Grimmel knew from hours of dragon-hunting, they probably couldnt see a whole lot.
Grimmel narrowed his eyes and withdrew. This was an oddity--no, an opportunity, if he had read the situation correctly. And he planned to use it.

* * * * *
SNAP!
The dragon's head, the Deathgripper, jerked up and swiveled towards the sound.
Grimmel waved the broken twig tauntingly and darted swiftly away. The Deathgripper roared and gave chase. But, as Grimmel had predicted, it couldnt run very fast because of its crab-claws.
It was a short chase. Grimmel slid under the tripwire and watched as the Deathgripper barreled right into it. With another alien shriek, it was scooped into a net--caught.
Panting, Grimmel surveyed his catch with a sardonic smile. He circled the net carefully, and spotted the tail near the bottom. He gently tugged the barb free, careful not to scratch himself. Then gently, firmly, he pressed the barb to the Deathgripper's skin and shoved.
It reared and howled, then suddenly stopped short. It stopped struggling, stopped moving.
Grimmel drew his dagger and cut the ropes. The Deathgripper spilled out and lay there, shivering.
Grimmel stepped in front of it and stared down. He smiled.
He had a new weapon, and this one would never turn on him, never go wrong, because it would only do what he commanded.
It was perfect.

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Aha

Ahh so that's how he got them. Interesting!

 

PS- thanks for explaining things in the comments above, that cleared up all my questions!

 

 

...Just a quick thing... the deathgripper's claws look more of praying mantis claws than crab claws ^^

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Ohhh

Oh, THATS what they reminded me of! I couldnt quite think of it!
I think I'll leave it as crab-claws, though. Feels like crabs would be more familiar to Grimmel than a praying mantis.

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that's true

That's true he probably wouldn't know much about the praying mantis

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The Afteryears--2

-KING OF THE SKIES-

Grimmel wiped his brow and surveyed his work with satisfaction. He had fashioned a sort of harness for a Deathgripper's head. In it could be places small vials of their venom. Now, they would be constantly getting a thin stream of venom, solving to problem of constant injections.

It had been a nightmare trying to figure out how large to make the needle. Too small and they wouldn't get enough. Too large and they would be out cold. But it had been worth it. Now he could fit them on the three Deathgrippers he had managed to subdue this far.

He had originally toyed with the idea of creating harnesses for other dragons, but he discarded the notion. It had been too much work to make a harness for just one species of dragon. If he tried to fit, say, a Deadly Nadder, not only would he have to account for differences in head shape and body weight, but tolerance to the venom. Deathgrippers were fairly resistant to their own venom, making it easy to dose them into obedience. Any other dragon would just get knocked out. Figuring out the needle size would just be too much of a hassle. Besides, he already had the perfect dragon hunters on his side now.

He smiled one of his glacial smiles and strolled out into the sunshine. He looked up at the sky. It was a bright blue, with no clouds as far as the eye could see.

He frowned. Boring. Clouds gave the sky life.

The sky...

Grimmel allowed himself to think of something he had not in years. Glittering stars and oceans of gleaming mists, searing winds and a horizon of possibility.

He had his own dragons now, of a sort. Once he trained them up properly, conditioned them to obey him, he could be back up there. But how?

He shuddered. There was no way he would ride one of those things. They were bony and slippery and not at all shaped for it. And riding would bring back too many forbidden memories. No, riding was out of the question.

"Think, think," he muttered to himself. There had to be another way. Something drifted past his face. He jerked away and turned to look at it. It was a spider, riding the wind on its silk. The silk spooled out and carried it, light as air, down to the grass.

He stiffened, then smiled. He knew what he was going to do.

* * * * *

Two weeks later, he had finished his project.

It was a huge, x-shaped contraption made of metal, wooden beams, and lots and lots of rope. Four beams would connect to the Deathgrippers, once he got them trained up. He would go in a little space in the middle, where he could look out on everything. There were crossbows for him to shoot and nets to catch him if he fell.

The sky would be his once again.

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more making of sense

I like the practical point that you're coming from here with the harnesses and the venom amount

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Thanks! Since this is an explanatory backstory I'm constantly trying to fill in plot holes by figuring out logical(ish) reasons for his behavior. I'm glad you think so too!

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The Afteryears--3

-COMINGS AND GOINGS-

Grimmel resumed his hunt with a ferocity unmatched. Now that he had dragons on his side that could never turn against him, he tore his way across the northern coasts, where he dispatched den after den, demon after demon. No dragon was safe when he was around. If he was in a good mood, he'd shoot it with a dart filled with venom from his crossbow and let his Deathgrippers have it. If he was in a foul mood, he'd cut off its wings and THEN feed it to the Deathgrippers. It gave him a dark sort of pleasure to see them thrash and flail. Each dragon that died made him a tiny bit bigger, a tiny bit safer.

But it was the demons that he really feared, those shadows of blackest night and deepest fears. He hated them, loathed them with all his soul, for what people fear people hate, and Grimmel feared the Night Furies.

* * * * *

One brisk spring afternoon, Grimmel made a surprising discovery. He was charting his map with all the lairs and leads he could find relating to the Night Furies. As he marked and drew, he noticed a strange pattern.

The Furies never ventured very far inland.

In fact, they only seemed to be touching it very briefly as a sort of out-of-reach place. All the best reports came from sailors....from the Archipelago some ways north and west.

Grimmel narrowed his eyes. He was certain Night Furies didnt fly over the ocean...SHE could never be persuaded to...but he supposed it was possible. Given the plethora of rest stops, it was actually rather obvious.

Grimmel felt a flicker of irritation, but dismissed it. He had noticed it eventually, hadnt he? And he was almost done purging the coastal forests of his homeland and the surrounding areas. Now he had a new territory to attack, and he relished the idea of the challenge ahead.

* * * * *

Grimmel stalked forward silently. The two Deathgrippers following him were not quite as stealthy, but did a fine job keeping their noise to a minimum. Slowly, they emerged into a small copse of trees, where a dank cave. Just crawling out, clicking and drooling and hissing with the pleasure of a satisfying hunt, were three more Deathgrippers. Grimmel had sent them ahead, curious to see how well they could take their orders. Judging by the blood on their claws and tusks, very well indeed.

Grimmel smiled. His training was working.

Grimmel stepped into the cave. His dragons stepped aside and bowed deferentially. While he was still inspecting their work, he allowed another flicker of triumph to cross his face.

Grimmel kicked over the bodies of the adult Furies his Deathgrippers had eliminated. He started backward with shock.

One of them was white.

He leaned in to inspect it, lifted the eyelids to the dead, staring eyes, and examined the heart-shaped tail fins. It was LIKE one of the demons....yet, not. It involved none of the horror that the demons did, with their inky black scales and horrible green eyes.

With narrowed eyes, he let his gaze drift over to the bodies of the young ones. There were two; one was white with small black scales lining a pattern down its back. The other was exactly half-and-half--intricate patterns swirling across its scales.

He wrinkled his nose. This was why you couldn't mix dragons. The results were strange and unappealing--at least in his opinion.

He looked over them again, the strange family of night and day. Slowly, an idea bloomed in his mind. He knew Night furies mated for life....and these strange white ones, they were close enough to the demons to be...useful.

He smiled again. Very useful.

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A light fury? O.O

I was not expecting a light fury to turn up, that was quite a surprise XD

Yeek! So good!

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Gasp. read when signed out and forgot to comment D:

Like Flitt I was surprised to see a baluga whale. But they are a key part of Grimmel's story and I kinda hoped you'd explain that. :3

 

Thought now I don't since he's using the hatchlings and they're nowhere to be seen later on :'(

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The Afteryears--4

-THE THRILL OF THE HUNT-

It was his most ingenious plan yet, and he was very proud of it.

It was so simple he was a little surprised no one had thought of it.

Night Furies lived in dens of twenty or so. Find one, you find the pack. They were incredibly territorial and loyal. All one had to do was lure one of the demons out for a bit. Once they got spooked, they would fly back to the den, thus betraying the whole pack into the hands of the hunter. In this way, one would be able to wipe out whole colonies at a time.

The only catch was actually luring the demons out. They were very skittish and hard to see, even in broad daylight. 

And they always knew when they were being hunted.

But now Grimmel FINALLY had a way to combat this, in the form of the White Ones.

Now that he was looking for them, floods of reports came in. White dragons disappearing in bursts of flame, fiends in the form of a Night Fury, but wraith-like. Some even believed they were the ghosts of Night Furies, come to avenge their deaths.

But Grimmel knew better. He knew exactly what they were.

They were bait.

Night Furies mated for life. All he would have to do was find a White One, leave it in the open, and wait for a young Night Fury to investigate. One slip-up was all it took, and then they would be his.

The only trick was actually CATCHING a White One. The reports hadn't lied when they told of them disappearing. They really DID turn invisible. But that never fooled his Deathgrippers. They could still SMELL the fleeing dragons. One sting, and they were down.

It took a few tries to get a live White One. His Deathgrippers were a little overeager, but he got them back into line. And he finally had his prize.

Grimmel prodded the downed beast with the tip of his crossbow. He smirked. Its scales were softer than a Night Furies. All that fire they flew into probably wasn't good for hard, durable scales.

He smiled down at it. "You are going to be an excellent assistant," he told it.

It didn't respond.

*   *   *   *   *

Grimmel watched from the treetops, a single Deathgripper crouched next to him.

They were watching the White One wake up from its drugged sleep. It would be too disoriented to fly for a few hours, which suited Grimmel perfectly. They were near enough to a site he judged good for a Night Fury den, and its bewildered cries would soon draw them in. After that, it was the classic hit-and-run, and the den would be his yet again.

As the White One stirred, the Deathgripper hunched a little lower and hissed very softly--a warning. 

A demon was coming.

Grimmel shifted forward a little and narrowed his eyes. Everything was going to plan.

The ridiculous dragon circled the newcomer warily, sniffing it all over. Once it decided the White One was not a threat, it chrred and helped it to its feet. The fool trusted its own downfall.

Grimmel curled his lip. Then he thought better and whistled sharply instead.

The Deathgripper burst to life and charged the Furies, slobbering at the promise of a meal.

Another whistle brougt it up short, however, when the Night Fury bolted to the sky.

"Track!" he shouted sharply, and the Deathgripper soared away after it, to follow it home.

Grimmel eyed the dazed White One coldly. "Well done," he said ironically, and shot it with another dose of venom.

Very useful indeed.

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O.O

He's so cold O.O 

 

Well done, Ness! You're such a great writer :D

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Awwww :3

Thank you! And yes, Grimmel lost his ability to feel much after what he did to Spirit.

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Aha

Ya went with the more wraith look of the original design. Good call ^^

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Wait, they had a wraith design?

No, unfortunately, since this story's purpose is to explain why Grimmel is, well, GRIMMEL, I'm not changing anything from the movie (however much I may want to -_-).

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The Afteryears--5

Grimmel sat at his makeshift desk in his tent, which served as his headquarters. Being the hunter he was, he had no time or patience for a fixed dwelling. Why stay in one place when your home could move with you?
He shuffled some papers and made a mark on a map. Reports of the demons were beginning to hidedown. Grimmel wasn't sure if that meant there were less of them or if they were getting sneakier. Probably both, he assumed. But that was alright. There was still plenty to do.
He looked outside and frowned slightly. A postal courier was approaching his tents nervously.
Grimmel sighed, frusterated. He had work to do. His most recent White One had succumbed to hunger and exhaustion recently and he needed to track down another. It's own fault, really. It should have eaten what he fed it. He had leads to follow to the north and east. He didn't have time for mail.
When the courier got closer, Grimmel's Deathgrippers sprang to life. Hissing and drooling, they swarmed over to the man and crooned hungrily.
Grimmel watched the man shriek and cower for a few moments, an amused smile playing across his face. Then he raised his hand to his mouth and whistled. "Down! He is not a threat."
The Deathgrippers obediently backed away and resumed their posts.
The man gasped and coughed as he got to his feet, trying to recover from his rather undignified screaming episode. "That was incredible, sir, thank you, sir," he gasped. "I can see why Her Majesty and the Masters want to meet you."
Grimmel's eyes sharpened and he stood up quickly. "What? Who is this 'Majesty'? 'Masters'?"
The courier nodded emphatically. "Yes, yes, Her Majesty Griselda the Grisly. That's why I'm here." He produced an official-looking scroll, sealed with a symbol Grimmel had never seen before. He took it with interest as the man went on. "She and some of her colleagues have been doing business with various hunters of repute, such as yourself. They have a keen interest in dragons, see."
Grimmel opened the scroll and scanned it. So far, in keeping with what the courier was telling him. Interest in dragons, fine hunters, etcetera etcetera. But then one last paragraph caught his attention. 'We have heard you have dragons of your own. Perhaps we can show you a new way to control them.'
"I'm to take you to them, sir," the courier said nervously.
Grimmel pretended to consider, but in truth his mind was already made up. Not only did the message intrigue him, but they did business with other hunters. Perhaps they would have more leads on the green-eyed demons, or even a better way of hunting them. Capturing White Ones to use as bait was effective, but tedious. They never lasted very long.
Grimmel held out the scroll abruptly to the confused man. "You said you could take me to them?"
The courier straightened proudly. "Yes, sir!"
"Then do so, if you will. Take me to these...masters, you said?"
The courier nodded, then shook his head. "They are my masters, sir, but to higher-class people like you they are the Warlords."
"Very well," Grimmel nodded. "Take me to the Warlords."

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*Gasp!*

Yay! More!!!! 

What on Earth does he feed them? O_O

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Yesh I finally had time to write!!!

tHe EsSeNcE oF nIgHtMaReS!!!
Just kidding. He feeds them fish, but they're usually so depressed from extended captivity they just give up and stop eating.

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YAAAASSSS!!

Oof, poor Furies :(