Training Different Dragons
Part 2: Hideous Zippleback
Flying this dragon alone is a challenge for those who don't know how. I mean, you think 'two dragons because of two brains', right?
If you know the right ways to do it, you can probably make it work.
Maybe you grew up with the loyal dragons. Perhaps you just know the commands.
Either way, you can absolutely use hand signals to get their attention.
They're very good at following commands, as long as you're clear.
Always feed them at the same time.
Pay attention to both at the same time.
Try not to have a favorite head.
Honestly, you're probably not quite as group-based. These dragons hunt alone in the wild.
They do spend most of their time on the ground.
Decent runners, when they're in a clearing.
You can get the gas in a vial and make a wicked weapon.
If you were with the riders, you'd be first line of defense. The explosions can make a path, the main path of destruction, while the others wrap it up. If you can follow commands, it helps.
You would have to detail your dragons scales sometimes. Clean them up really pretty.
Try using two names that can be combined smoothly into one for easier time yelling.
After an attack, the hideous zippleback landed, settling on the ground. The left head growled, the right whining as it looked at its wing. A scratch that would have to be stitched up near the edge. Getting the supplies, you got to work.
Watchtowers were down, causing everyone to look in dismay. It would take all day to rebuild them. Snotlout huffed, "That should have gone better. Our first line needs upgrades! We can't have some weakling leading it when they can't do it right. They even got their dragon hurt."
Everyone started pitching in their own thoughts as you kept fixing the wing of your zippleback. The right was licking at its wing while the left glaring a storm at Snotlout. A snarl could be heard from the already miserable dragon, irritated with its trainer being insulted. Keeping to yourself didn't seem to make the air less tense as the loyal creature stood.
A roar was heard before the Zippleback grabbed the riders shirt and dragged the human back to their shared hut to rest after battle, not caring about the disaster the hunters had made minutes before. Settling in their spot in front of the unlit fireplace, warm in their homemade nest, they rested comfortably, enjoying the pets given.















