Night's Battle Cry [PG-13 - R]

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Ghostly pale blue eyes scanned the Viking villages that scattered in one part of the Island, where one fierce human Tribe lived and called Berk their home. The Night Fury huffed, perched up in a tall Pine Tree where all could be seen, and much could be heard. Other dragons rarely ever heard or saw this treacherous beast, and if they did, almost always did he scare them off, for being larger in size than your average Night Fury, and having an unusual color of eyes, that of blistering electric blue. While others would normally have green, or bright amber, this dragon had blue, a very uncommon color to be seen on those of any dragon. His tail curled, brushing the bark of the tree he sat so silently in, listening for outbursts of bone-chilling screams to erupt, for fire to be lit. Anything... His ears lifted, eyes narrowing as he detected a couple Monstrous Nightmares making their way to the food pile. The mighty roars of many Vikings erupted, and he knew another scrap between dragons and men had started, causing the Night Fury to make a sound of amusement. Not taking much interest in it, he rose from the tree, and soared away to find something more intriguing.

His eyes kept focused straight ahead as he soared merely a couple feet above the ocean, dipping so his wings skimmed the surface of the water, the speed of his flight causing strong ripples in the ocean. He flied upward, coming closer to Berk once again after a morning flight, blue eyes scanning the trees. Approaching fast, he curved his strong body to land safely in a tall tree. Panting, he looked down to catch sight of something unusual. A young man anywhere between 16 and 22, thin and frail unlike any human he'd ever seen in his life. Blue eyes narrowed with hostility as he let a small, barely audible growl escape his lips as he watched the boy with tense movements.