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01 | Arrival | Open
Mar. 21st, 2012 12:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lightning_and_deathToothless wasn't even aware he'd dozed off until he was waking up.
He was waking up cramped... cramped and uncomfortable in a small, dark box. When his initial struggles did little to dislodge him, he began thrashing wings, feet, head, tail- anything he had enough room to move.
Eventually, the dragon gained enough momentum and energy to burst through the lid and send it crashing against the floor. The noise startled him but not as much as the scenery when he finally got a good look around. His respirations came quickly, his pupils dilating and body cringing in on himself to be as small as possible.
Where was he? What is this place? Where's Hiccup? Astrid? Stoik, even?!
Toothless took in a sharp breath and released it in a loud, echoing roar that seemed to ooze loneliness, confusion, fear, and worry. When he neither heard nor saw the Vikings responding, he quickly leaped into the nearest dark corner and shrunk against the wall, curling his tail and wings around himself.
Ugh, his head hurt. The cool stone wall helped as he pressed the top of his head against it but it didn't help for long. He was worried about his humans... and their absence. Disoriented as he was, he stayed in his hiding spot to try and get his bearings straight before seeking Hiccup.
He was waking up cramped... cramped and uncomfortable in a small, dark box. When his initial struggles did little to dislodge him, he began thrashing wings, feet, head, tail- anything he had enough room to move.
Eventually, the dragon gained enough momentum and energy to burst through the lid and send it crashing against the floor. The noise startled him but not as much as the scenery when he finally got a good look around. His respirations came quickly, his pupils dilating and body cringing in on himself to be as small as possible.
Where was he? What is this place? Where's Hiccup? Astrid? Stoik, even?!
Toothless took in a sharp breath and released it in a loud, echoing roar that seemed to ooze loneliness, confusion, fear, and worry. When he neither heard nor saw the Vikings responding, he quickly leaped into the nearest dark corner and shrunk against the wall, curling his tail and wings around himself.
Ugh, his head hurt. The cool stone wall helped as he pressed the top of his head against it but it didn't help for long. He was worried about his humans... and their absence. Disoriented as he was, he stayed in his hiding spot to try and get his bearings straight before seeking Hiccup.
