Violet Winter~ Short story by Grumpy

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Joined: 06/13/2016

Hello fellow viking's & dragon riders, & welcome to the release of my first short story, Violet Winter!  

((Horrible five minute banner by me XD))

There has been an access of short stories lately, due to all the art trades.  I was inspired by all of these wonderfully written stories, & so finally finished this project that i've been working on since Christmas.  It is a detailed description of how Pearl came to meet her lovable, yet childish Snow Wraith, Snowdust.  This project took me forever to complete, what with all my other writing projects, so I'm very proud to finally unveil it to all of you! :D  Hopefully you like it, & don't forget to leave your friendly comments below!

((Please do not reply to the DNR post, I might need to edit it from time to time.  Thank you :D))



"Her soul was too deep to explore by those who always swam in the shallow end."

~Quote from A. J. Lawless






Life is gray & dull, & all i see is dark,

stay by my side & i'll be there no matter what,

though the snow falls faster, & the wind blows louder still,

i'll be there by you're side, to blow away the chill.

~Poem i made for Pearl & Snowdust 








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(Pearl by my Bff Frytha <3)                  (drawing of Snowdust by DatOneTrumpet)




Winter can be unforgiving

Hard, evil, and cold.

But if you stay with me,

I promise you'll never be alone.

~Poem by me for Pearl & Snowdust





Meet my Oc's!


Pearl Garmadon


Carl Henderson




Zane Blackhaule


Ida Barnes

Water Phoenix

Henry Mcnire


Robin Goodfellow



Other Oc's





 Zane Blackhaule X Shielle                            Pearl Garmadon X Carl Henderson

(Adorable ship pictures by the talented Tosilohi)


Snowdust X Blitz

(Picture of me, Snowdust, my friend, & her Snow Wraith, Blitz taken by me)


(By me XD)



Pearl looked inside & gasped.  Sitting there in plain view, was her father's map.  

Pearl took the yellowed paper in her hands &.  She scanned it, her grip shaking h .  This was it.  The key to finding the Winter Rider.

~Quote from my fanfic, The Winter Rider



I'm currently writing a fanfic called The Winter Rider.  Check it out >Here<

(Special thanks to Infinity12356 for the cover)


Short stories


               (By me)                    (By Navlyn Fury)







"It was vicious, relentless, and impossible to see in the white out. The Snow Wraith."

~Gobber translating Gothi's text


"This dragon has notoriously poor eyesight and uses thermal censors to locate its prey.

It camouflages itself in the snow because if it can't see you, it doesn't want you to see it!"

~Dragons: Rise of Berk





"Snow Wraiths have no known vulnerabilities, making them 

supremely formidable force to be rekoned with during battle."






(Mountain Sun by 1flower)



i have WAY to many adopted dragons to put in my siggy.  because of that,

i've posted all of them here:








Name: Deadpool

Species: Cyber Night Fury

Biotech: 72% Robot

Cyber Ability: Equipped with plasma educed claws that burns through

any material/Modified plasma blasts that act like explosive darts






Hackers, we are coming!












((By me))

If you believe in the real meaning  of the rainbow, put this in your siggy through the month of June!  #RememberTheRainbowReason!



And remember.....

(By Megaboltphoenix XD)





Good job, you made it to the end!  Snowdust says goodbye! :D

(Edited Snowdust gif by AlicornBrodie)


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Donut reply! XD


It was a month of coldness & misery, even though the actual season reflected all the joy a small viking village such as Berk could muster.  It was Snoggletog, a time of year when vikings alike laid down their weapons & celebrated the happenings of the previous year & the year to come.  It had been three years after Hiccup, the chief’s son, had trained a Night Fury named Toothless, & had taught everyone viking’s & dragons could live in harmony.  that meant it was Berk’s third time to celebrate Snoggletog with their new dragon friends.  This particular day, the day before the actual festive holiday, was filled with happiness & joy.  The whole day vikings greeted each other warmly & went about their late holiday business, until a terrible storm had driven everyone, viking & dragon alike, indoors.  Among these viking family’s, nestled snuggly on a reclusive part of the island, lived the Garmadon clan. Inside their quaint viking home, sat the Garmadon family themselves, which consisted of three members, Darrel, Marilyn, & Pearl.  They were all sitting at a rough wooden table, eating a small Snoggletog feast.  Like the season, the married couple chatted merrily about many things while eating small bites of turkey or a bite of bread in between.  Pearl, their daughter, however, was far from merry.  She had barely eaten through the entire meal.  Even now she sighed as she picked aimlessly at her now cold plate of food.

Pearl drifted off & thought back to earlier, when she had seen a couple of viking’s walk by, laughing heartily at each other, while their dragons tagged behind.  Pearl had watched them intently for those few seconds, until they disappeared around the bend.  How she wished she could be like that little group of vikings.  Oh no, she didn’t long much for human friends.  Many of the girls around Berk had avoided her when they heard she was such a strange child, so she learned to be content with the company of her newly found mother & father.  It was what everyone on Berk had that she didn’t…….a dragon.  Pearl had no dragon to call her own, spare for Trouble, the family nuisance & mail carrier.  She didn’t mind the troublesome pink Terrible Terror, but he never really felt like her own.  Not like the other girls she had seen, who laughed happily when their dragon licked them, or groaned when they did something bothersome.  A dragon & rider had a special bond.  Pearl didn’t share that with any dragon.  Sure, she had tried to train dragons before.  Nadder?  Yeah, remember that one.  She grimaced at the memory of razor sharp spines scathing her arm.  Monstrous Nightmare?  Been there, done that.  She shivered at the memory of nearly being roasted & eaten alive like the poor turkey she was supposed to be eating now.  Every time she’d tried, she’d failed miserably.  Its not that she wasn’t good at training dragons.  Hiccup himself had complimented her on how well she handled calming down Hookfang while he was in a horrible fit.  But every time she tried to train one of her own, she just froze up.  She could never do it.  She just couldn’t find one that felt….right.
She scraped her copper fork noisily on the dull clay plate.  Why could she never find the right one?  She had practically examined every living dragon in the archipelago!  From the prettiest Nadder in the flock, to a particularly lazy Gronckle, she’d just about seen every dragon there was.  She’d tried to train a Changewing, Scaldron, Thunderdrum, Whispering Death, even a Speed Stinger!  (The speed stinger was the twins idea) but every time she returned home empty handed, with a new scar to boot.  She let out another mournful sigh.  This was supposed to be a time for happiness!  She had her family back, a nice meal, even a normal house to sleep in!  So why couldn’t she find the perfect dragon friend?  Her parents, finally averted from their conversation by their daughter’s unhappiness, turned to look at her.  “Whats wrong sugar?”  Her mother, Marilyn Garmadon asked.  “Are you not hungry?”  
Her father, Darrel Garmadon, smiled from across the table.  “You can’t be full yet.  Your mother hasn’t even brought out dessert!”  He grinned in that cocky way young boys do.  “I hear its delicious.”  Pearl shook her head & pushed her plate away.  “I’m not really hungry right now, thanks.”  Her father’s eyes lost their sparkle & darkened with concern.  “Pearl, whats wrong?  Are you feeling ok?”  Pearl slumped down a little in her chair.  “i’m fine dad, its just…..I…..I want my own dragon.”  Both her parents looked dumbstruck.  Marilyn answered first.  “But, sweetheart, you already have your own dragon.”  She gestured to Trouble, who was lounging on the mantelpiece over the fire.  “Trouble is already enough work.”
“But mom, Trouble isn’t my dragon!  He’s the family dragon.  I want to train my own!  Not to mention i can’t really ride a Terrible Terror.”  Trouble looked up & grunted at her remark, then yawned & went back to his evening snooze.  Her mother looked a little worried.  “But, well, maybe you could ride someone else’s dragon when you needed to.  You don’t really need your own.…”  Her father laid a hand on his wive’s shoulder.  “What your mother is trying to say is, we’re not sure you can handle a full grown, rideable dragon by yourself just yet.  It’s very dangerous.  It takes a lot of work, & were just not sure you’re ready.  We can talk it over tomorrow, but as of now, no dragon.”  Pearl stared silently at her parents while the fire crackled loudly.  She swallowed down her disappointment & forced herself to sound normal.  “Okay dad, I understand.  Can….can I be excused?”  Her father nodded.  Pearl pushed her chair away from the table, stood up & walked stiffly across the rough wood plank floor to the front door.  “Where are you going Pearl?” Her mother inquired.  “I’m going outside.  The fire needs more wood.”  And with that she threw open the door, stepped out into the swirling blizzard, & slammed it behind her.  Outside, the storm bat mercilessly against her, unleashing all its fury on the small lithe figure.  Pearl was glad for the howling wind.  Here, she could scream as loud as she wanted, & no one but the storm could hear her.  She stomped angrily around the side of her family’s hut to the lean to shack where they kept all sorts of odds & ends, including the chopped firewood.  She wasn’t sure wether she was angry with her parents, or if she was just angry in general.
Her parents just didn’t understand.  She wanted a dragon so bad.  But she didn’t just want a dragon…she wanted a friend.  A single frozen tear slid down her cheek.  She sniffed & quickly whipped it away.  Viking’s weren’t supposed to cry.  they were supposed to be strong & invincible.  She sniffed again.  But…if vikings were supposed to be invincible, how come she felt so vulnerable?  A cold breeze whipped through the little viking village & through her faded green tunic.  She shivered, suddenly remembering she was standing in the middle of her yard, freezing to death.  She’d better get inside soon, or her parents would start to worry.  She trudged through the snow to the small shack, then suddenly fell back, her pant leg caught on something.  She whirred around, & grumbled.  It was the ugly hawthorn bush that grew next to their house.  The hawthorn bush was a horrendous thing, wild & prickly.  Her father had always said he was going to chop the thing down, but he never had, so the bush just grew bigger & more wild.  Pearl had once even thought it might look pretty if they trimmed it, but now she despised it.  She yanked her pants off its prickly branches, then ventured to finally go collect the firewood, but something made her stop.  Had she just heard something?  She listened as hard as she could over the howling of the wind.  Nothing.  But something deep inside her told her it wasn’t nothing.  She stood silently for a few seconds, then grabbed ahold of the bushes uppermost branches & gave it a firm tug.
There!  There it was again!  A tiny, mournful cry, just audible through the swirling snow.  It was neither human nor alike any animal she had ever heard.  That left one option.  Pearl’s heart sparked with hope.  She knelt down in the snow & peered below the branches of the hawthorn bush.  Just visible in the gloom, lay a small misshapen form.  It moved slightly, & a whine escaped its lips.  Two petrifying ice blue eyes blinked & stared up at her.  Pearl gasped & stumbled backward.  It was a dragon!  She couldn’t tell what kind it was, or if it belonged to anyone, but she knew no dragon was supposed to be out in this cold.  She knelt down in the snow again & stretched out her hand to grab the dragon.  Her finger tips fell just short of the little bundle.  “Come on,”  She hissed, stretching even farther.  Her fingers grazed what felt like fuzz.  The little dragon winced at her touch & backed further into the tangled bush.  “No no, its okay.”  She crooned.  “I’m not going to hurt you little guy.”  She tried to grab it once more, but the dragon squealed & backed up even further, just out of her reach.  Pearl pulled her now scraped arm out from under the bush & huffed.  How was she supposed to get this dragon out if she couldn’t reach it?  She thought back to what she did when Trouble was being a grump & hid up on top of the kitchen cupboard, a place she had never been able to reach.  What had she done?  She had….She clapped her hands together with glee.  Thats it!  That had to work!  
Forgetting her entire reason for going outside in the first place, Pearl raced back to the front of the house & threw open the door.  The cold snow ridden wind whisked through the front door & swept through the tiny cabin, stirring Trouble from his perch by the fireplace & sending him fluttering upstairs.  Her father & mother were still at the dinner table, but they had finished & the table was clear, except for her plate still sitting at the end.  “Pearl!”  Her mother exclaimed without looking up.  She was busy cleaning up Pearl’s uneaten dinner. “I’m so glad you’ve come back inside.  We were starting to-“  She gasped & dropped the dishes when she saw her.  “Dear child, you’re freezing!”  Pearl paid no mind to her mother.  Instead, she went straight for the kitchen, which was built against the right side of the house, next to the door.  She opened a large clay pot & dug around inside.  Yaknogg!  It was empty!  She frantically thew open all the kitchen cupboard’s, hoping her quarry was still there.  her father, who had been studying one of his trade routes, pushed back his seat from the table.  “Pearl, whats wrong?  What are you up to?”  “No time to explain.”  She told him.  Finally she glanced a large platter covered with a thick white rag.  She pulled it back & smiled.  The large platter held their Snoggletog desert, a pile of gooey chocolate chip cookies.  She picked up the biggest of the bunch, still warm from the fire, & disappeared out the door, leaving her bewildered parents behind.  Outside, the wind threatened to blow her away, but she pushed onward, until she reached the hawthorn bush.
Once there, she again knelt down in the snow & peered below the bush.  The small dragon was still crouched there, shivering violently in the wind.  Pearl held out the chocolate chip cookie.  “Come here little guy, i’ve got a snack for you.”  At the mention of the word “snack”, the dragon instantly opened its eyes & sniffed.  It edged a tiny bit closer, & sniffed again.  Pearl smiled & held out the cookie to the dragon.  “Thats it little guy, come & get it!”  The dragon blinked & cocked its head curiously.  It moved even closer, edging farther & farther away from the shadows & towards the delicious smell.  Finally it got close enough to sniff the edge of the cookie.  The dragon took a little nibble.  It liked it, for it soon bit off another piece, then another, devouring the delicious treat.  The dragon was so distracted by it’s snack, that it didn’t notice that it had now climbed within Pearl’s reach.  “Got you!”  Pearl exclaimed triumphantly as she scooped up the dragon.  The dragon yelped in surprise & tried to scramble away, but Pearl held firm.  It whimpered, still shivering from the cold.  “Shhh.”  Pearl crooned, stroking the dragon’s back.  “It’s okay.  I’m not going to hurt you.”  As she was comforting the timid creature, she looked it over, a bit perplexed & confused.  In her mind, she planned knowing exactly what kind of dragon it would be, since she knew the book of dragons so well, but she had never seen this species before.  The dragon, a baby from the looks of it, was small, only a bit bigger then Trouble.  It had a long stubby tail, two short legs, & two tiny clawed wings.  
It’s head was rounded, with two nubs growing out of it, one on its head, & one below its chin.  It had tiny ice blue eyes, a large mouth, & two unusually large teeth, almost like tusks. It had tough corse scales growing all over its body, except for around its neck, for in its place grew a ring of soft white scales, so fine, it felt like fur.  Most of the baby dragon was pure white, like the “fur” around its neck, but some parts, like its wing tips & nose, were light purple.  By now, the baby had settled down.  It cooed, then shivered at a sudden gust of wind & nuzzled further into Pearl’s arms to escape the cold.  “Poor thing.”  Pearl thought.  “Its so cold its turning purple!”  She hugged it closer to her chest.  “Don’t worry, little guy.  Lets go inside, where you’ll be warm & toasty.”  “Pearl!”  Pearl whipped around at the sound of her name.  Her father was trudging though the snow towards her, a hand held up to his face to block the wind.  “What are you doing?”  His words were almost whipped away by the horrendous wind.  “Dad!”  Pearl exclaimed.  “I found this baby dragon in the hawthorn bush!  Its freezing to death!  We need to get it inside!”  Her father looked surprised.  “Well, now what do you know about that.  Hurry up & bring the little dear inside.  Actually, we’d all better get inside, before we freeze too.”
A few minutes later, Pearl & the little white dragon were snuggled up in front of the blazing fire, wrapped in one of her mother’s warm blankets.  Darrel sat at the table, examining his trading map, while Marilyn kept herself busy in the kitchen, glancing nervously now & then at the strange little bundle her daughter found outside.  Pearl had fed the little dragon a proper dinner, & now held her in her lap, comfortably stroking her neck.  The little dragon was no longer coated with snow, but now was warm, full & comfortable.  But curiously enough, even though both of them had thawed out, the little dragon was still tinted with purple.  Pearl didn’t know why, but for some reason, she didn’t think it would ever go back to normal.  She didn’t mind though; purple was a great color.  The little dragon, now fully fed & warm, seemed bored with laying by the fire.  It suddenly wriggled out of Pearl’s grasp & fell onto the floor with a bump!  Pearl giggled as it righted itself & started chewing on the end of the blanket.  “You’re such a silly dragon.”  she told it.  She picked it up & tickled its belly.  The baby dragon gargled & cooed happily.  “You sure are playful, aren’t you?”  Pearl suddenly had an idea.  She set the baby dragon down again, then quickly raced upstairs to her bedroom.  Trouble slept soundly on her bed, that is, until she rushed by & woke him up with a start.  “Sorry Trouble!”  She told him.  She knelt down next to the trunk at the foot of her bed, opened it, & began digging around for something.  A second later she pulled out a brown leather ball.  It was the ball she had made for Trouble to play with when she first moved in.  Of course, he was too lazy to use it, so it had just sat there collecting dust.  That is, until now.  She rushed back downstairs to her new dragon friend.  She found it chewing happily on the blankets again.
However, the dragon immediately stopped & tumbled over when she saw Pearl returning with something new.  “I bet you’re going to like this.”  Pearl told it.  And with that she tossed the leather ball, sending it rolling across the floor.  The little white dragon’s eyes lit up when she saw something new.  It ran off, tumbling & baying happily as it pursued the leather ball.  It took awhile, but the little white dragon finally brought it back.  Pearl giggled.  The ball was a little too big for the dragon’s mouth, & she was drooling everywhere.  She took the ball from it’s mouth & tossed it again.  The little dragon smiled with glee & tumbled after it.  “You know, you really hit it off with that dragon Pearl.”  Pearl jumped.  Her father had forgotten his map & was watching intently as the two played ball together.  She smiled.  “Yeah, I think she really likes me.”  The little dragon came over as she spoke, the ball in her mouth, & rubbed her head against Pearl’s side.  “How do you know it’s a she?”  Her mother asked.  Pearl shrugged & stroked the little dragon’s head.  “I just know.”  her mother just finished putting away the container of flour.  She whipped her her hands on her apron before asking the most obvious question.  “Well, what are we going to do with it?”  Pearl immediately saw her chance.  “Can we keep it?  Please daddy?  Please, please, please?”  Her father held up his hands.  “Woah, slow down Pearl.  We don’t know where this dragon came from, who it belongs to, or even what kind it is.  I think we should wait to find out who it belongs to first before jumping to any conclusions.”  “But, dad, i’ve never seen any dragon like this one, around Berk or anywhere else in the archipelago!  Have you?”  “Well….no.”  “Then can we keep her, please!”  She made the most innocent pleading face she could muster.  Her father sighed & ran a hand through his thick gray hair.
“We’ll see.  If it doesn’t belong to anyone, & we get the okay from the chief’s son, then I guess-“  “Yay!”  Pearl ran over & threw her arms around her father.  “Oh thank you daddy, thanks so much!  I’ll promise to do my best & take good care of her & feed her & groom her & everything!”  Her father laughed, the sparkle back in his kind blue eyes.  “Well, your welcome my dear.  But i wouldn’t jump to conclusions.  I don’t want you to be disappointed if the little one belongs to someone else.”  Pearl shook her head.  “Okay, I understand.”  She still didn’t believe the little white dragon belonged to anyone on Berk, but she was content, as long as the little dragon stayed.  The little dragon seemed happy too, for it bayed & ran around, flapping its tiny wings gleefully.  Pearl laughed at her new companion.  She ran over, scooped her up, & cuddled her close to her face.  Her mother didn’t look so crazy about the idea of keeping the dragon, but she made the best of the situation.  “Well, er, thats….nice.  What are you going to name her honey?”  Pearl thought for a few moments, thinking back to when she had first found her, shivering & dusted with snow.  Yes, that was it. That name was perfect. She brought the little white dragon down to her eye level, staring into her innocent ice blue eyes.  “Snowdust.”  She whispered.  “I’ll call you Snowdust.”
The End
Believe it or not, this is a modified story of how I came to meet the real Snowdust, my cat named Millie.  It was Christmas eve & I was going upstairs when my dad said he heard something outside.  We went out there to the side of our house, when what do you know, stuck in the big ugly bush was Millie!  He was too far inside the bush for me to get him out, so I went inside, grabbed some ham from the fridge, & bribed him to come out with it.  After that we went around to some of our neighbors, asking if he was their’s, but he didn’t belong to anyone.  We ended up leaving him outside, but he wouldn’t leave.  Well, he finally left & i went to bed.  But when I woke back up, I found him sitting in my garage!  My dad (Who dislikes cats a whole lot XP) took pity on him, & later, even let me keep him!  He no longer lives with us, but I still remember that night, & think of how we met.  Even though he technically belongs to someone else now, & has a new name, he’ll always be my cat, & my Snowdust <3
Memories will never be forgotten....
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I love this SO much. Great work yet again, Grumpy! I just finished reading the Winter Rider (along with it's new chapter :P) and then I saw this. I love your writing a lot. *gives you a squid hug*








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Joined: 12/27/2016

Aw, that's adorable! Love your story! 


And I love the name of that Terrible Terror, by the way. Trouble... very fitting for the species XD

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Sundance, have you seen the subject

Awwwwwww! That is so sweet! The story about how Pearl met Snowdust is amazing! I like all your writing pieces






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Amazing edit of my monstrous nightmare Fira by Zitka. Thank you so much!








Amazing edit of my Deadly Nadder Lightningsky by Zitka. I love it!!!!!!!







My Night Fury oc, Moonglow, by the amazing Cocopuppy, thank you!!!!!



About me:

Personality: lazy, picky, shy, nosy

Favorite dragon: Tide Glider, Sand Wraith, and Flightmare

My hobbies: I am a pretty good drawer, I love reading, and, most of all, love playing SoD and other dragon games.

Main dragons: Sundance the Tide Glider, Moonrise the Sand Wraith, Stormbolt the Skrill.

Favorite place in game: Berk Docks

Weapon(s) of choice for oc: Metal axe like Heathers, bows and arrows

I love to role play - pm me if you want to role play together or something. I'm always open to new ideas :)

Favorite place to visit: my couch 






Dragon 1. Female Deadly Nadder named Lightningsky (titan)

Dragon 2. Female Whispering Death named Golden mist (adult)

Dragon 3. Male Monstrous Nightmare named Firestorm (adult)

Dragon 4. Male Hideos Zippleback named Sparkle Spike (adult)

Dragon 5. Male Gronckle Named Silver Stone (adult)

Dragon 6. Female Devilish Dervish named Ragestorm (adult)

Dragon 7. Female Gronckle named Rocklette (adult)

Dragon 8. Female Stormcutter named Stormblaze (adult)

Dragon 9. Male Thunderdrum named Thunderglory (adult)

Dragon 10. Male Groncicle named Icicle (adult)

Dragon 11. Male Razorwhip named Hurricane (adult)

Dragon 12. Female Razorwhip named Wintershield (adult)(expansion pack was glitch gave me two razorwhips instead of one but I don't care)

Dragon 13. Female Deathsong named Melody (adult)

Dragon 14. Male Armorwing named Armor Kelp (adult)

Dragon 15. Male Whispering Death named Razorcrusher (adult)

Dragon 16. Male Thunderdrum named Thunder Wave (adult)

Dragon 17. Female Single Tail named Diamond Wind (adult)

Dragon 18. Female Eruptodon named Sparkrystal (adult)

Dragon 19. Male thunderdrum named Thunderash (adult)

Dragon 20. Female Snow Wraith named Snowfluff (adult)

Dragon 21. Female Quaken named Air Crumble (adult)

Dragon 22. Male Sweet Death named Sugarrush (adult)

Dragon 23. Male Screaming Death named Firescream (adult)

Dragon 24. Female Hideos Zippleback named Bow and Arrow (titan)

Dragon 25. Male Prickleboggle named Cucumber (adult)

Dragon 26. Male Hobblegrunt named Airdew (adult)

Dragon 27. Female Raincutter named Aireign (adult)

Dragon 28. Female Monstrous Nightmare named Darkfyre (adult)

Dragon 29. Female Tide Glider named Sundance (adult)

Dragon 30. Female Thunderpede named Lavacrash (teen)

Dragon 31. Male Deathsong named Harmony (teen)

Dragon 32. Male Thunderpede named Blackice (baby)

Dragon 33. Male Sand Wraith named Moonrise (adult)

Dragon 34. Female Skrill named Stormbolt (teen)

Dragon 35. Male Mudraker named Earthlake (teen)

Dragon 36. Male Moldruffle named Mudslide (teen)

Dragon 37. Female Shivertooth named Sparkle light (teen)

Dragon 38. Male Sliquifier named Seadance (teen)




One thing to make clear: I REALLY LOVE DRAGONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


My background story for my main OC

Backstory: Sonora was a very exciting girl. She was just a toddler when she learned of Dragon Fighting. She was five, and didn't understand anything. But she went along with it. Soon, a terrible storm hit, her parents were putting her and her two year old sister into the cellar to stay safe, when a huge wave of flood from the ocean threw down the door and washed away the house, as well as the crate where she, her sister Elira, and all the supplies in their (an axe, food for a week, fresh water, rope, swords, bow and arrow, other Viking stuff, spare change of clothes for everyone in the family, blankets, flint and steel, and a yak hair tent) were washed away to sea. Her parents most likely drowned, and although they couldn't swim, Sonora turned out to be a natural. Soon lulled to sleep by the waves, she curled her sister toward herself and slept. In the morning, as the sun shined into the crate, Sablie saw a remote island not far away. She jumped out of the box, this being a mistake for she didn't expect the ocean water, grabbed the side of the box, and kicked her legs with all her might, holding on for dear life. She paddled in the direction of the island, and got to the shore. Slowly placing the tent far up the shore like her parents taught her, she made quite a cozy home. Starting a fire with flint and steel and driftwood, she took some meat she found in the crate, and cooked it, and mashed up part of it for Elira, who was now crying. Cradling her and feeding her the meat, Elira slowly went to sleep. What she didn't realize is that the crying had attracted a dragon. When she heard a roar, she ran outside with a lightweight sword to defend herself and sister. When she got outside, she saw a rare Sand Wraith. It stood outside, cocking its head at the tent. Sablie dropped her sword as she was shaking terribly. The dragon looked at her, and nuzzled his nose to her. Looking the dragon in full eyes, she didn't see evilness. She just saw warmness. Reaching out her hand, the dragon touched it with his nose. Hugging the dragon and crying, she fell asleep under his wing. She woke up around noon, and found no sign of the dragon. Thinking it was a dream, she gathered the rest of the supplies and took them into the tent when she heard the beating of wings behind her. It wasn't a dream after all! The dragon slowly dropped what he had in his claws, which were fish! Food! Sonora smiled and hugged the dragon. The dragon bent down and extended his wing for her. Un surely, she climbed onto his back, and he took OF on a calm flight around the island. She returned to find her sister crying again, and shushed her gently. After cooking the fish, she mashed more for her sister and gave the dragon his share too. That night the dragon didn't leave the tent, and slept next to it, keeping it warm. After a few days, they moved to a clearing near a spring, with lots of saplings. Using the axe, Sablie cut a big wood pile by the house. Every day at the rise of the moon she went flying with the Sand Wraith, and that is why she named him Moonrise.
When she was seven and her sister was four, she was scouting in the wilderness for any deer she could hunt, when she stumbled against a d.ead Razorwhip and four eggs. She kneeled down and felt each of the eggs, and she couldnt feel a heart beat in the first three. In the fourth one though, she could feel a faint heart beat. She took all four eggs home anyway, and when she came to the tent where Elira was rolling in the sand with Moonrise and cooking lunch, she felt an egg shake. Calling her sister over, she set the egg down in front of her sister, and the egg completely split apart. A baby Razorwhip fell out, and Elira immediately fell in love with her. Naming the baby Razwhipway, the two haven't been seperated since. The rest of the eggs never hatched, though Sablie didn't give it up until a week later, when she broke them in half to use as bowls.     (I included this part of the story because it means a lot to me, and helps understand the ending better)
Sonora was ten and Elira was seven, when a bad storm hit. The next morning, Sonora steeped out of the wooden shack she built to find her beach much destroyed. Calling her sister and Razwhipway (who was now a broad wing) to help clean up when she saw a peculiar sight. A shiny pink body was laying on the beach. It was a Tide Glider. She was a beauty. Calling Moonrise to help her, she pulled the Tide Glider into the yard (which was pretty much beach). When the poor dragon woke up, she looked around, then finally, deciding we weren't a threat, spit at herself. Everyone started in shock at the dragon. She whipped around and looked at us. Her wounds were gone, and we couldn't stop staring (even Moonrise and Razwhipway). Sonora slowly approached her with a sea bass. Not taking her eyes of Sablie, the dragon ate, and accepted a green plant dragons seem to like. After that, she stared at Sablie, and slowly reached out to touch her hand. Sundance was named for the way she danced in the sun, in the mornings. There were now three dragons living with them.
It had been a year since peace was brought to Berk from the dragons, although Sonora didn't know it. She was fourteen years old, and now even Razwhipway could fly. They used hand made saddles from deer skin and boar tusks with wild dyes. Sablie was flying Moonrise around the islands, when she noticed a black dragon that she had never seen before. She of course, knew most of the dragons on her island, and this was one she had never seen. Munching on an apple, she decided to make friends and find out the full look. This dragon was faster than Moonrise, which was a surprise since he was the only Sand Wraith and fastest dragon on the island. She landed where she saw the black dragon land, but was shocked! There was a rider standing next to the dragon saying "This is a new island bud. Do you sense any trouble?" The black dragon snorted, and turned in her direction, where she was concealed behind the trees. The Dragon walked over to the trees now, and pushed Sablie over so she fell in the riders view. He looked as shocked as her. He looked at her and said "Hello, we are friends and don't want to hurt you,". Sablie was scared as she was the time she saw Moonrise for the first time. "Who are you," she managed to say "What do you want from my island," The stranger looked at her and said " My name is Hiccup, and we are not going to take anything from this island. We will help you if you want us to",. Feeling she could trust him, she told him her story, and about Moonrise, who was happily playing with the Black dragon, who looked surprisingly like Moonrise. Afterward she brought him to the shack, where he met Elira, Razwhipway and Sundance, and he told them about Berk. "I think we used to live on Berk, at least that is what mommy said," said Sablie, "But how? I thought Berk fought dragons,". So Hiccup told her about the peace, and Toothless. Finding that they did want to go back to Berk, Hiccup stayed the night, then helped them to Berk, and helping them build a good big Viking hut with stables and get fresher weapons. They had lived peacefully at Berk ever since.


My viking, Sablie, by mangopopcorn. Thank you sooooooooo much!













My favorite dragon pics. Not by me. Enjoy :)



















My main dragons: 


Racing : Moonrise, my award winning Sand Wraith (if Vikings do have any awards)





Adventuring: Sundance, my intelligent Tide Glider 





Battle: Cucumber, my very aggressive Prickleboggle 


















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Supreme Viking Champion
Joined: 02/01/2017
No! Bad Tigerus and Euphrates!!! Do not eat my subject!!

At first I was like "Awwww... Cute story!" But then I got to the end wish Millie and I was like "AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW... CUTER STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Good job Grumpy!


I'm Avalon Azouf, but please call me Ava! My dragon, Sam, and I are just your everyday troublemakers who managed to get themselves kicked out of the School of Dragons for reasons darker then I'd prefer to say here. 

No biggie, right...?