#nightfired

     "Sweet mother of monkey milk, a real life dragon?!"

     Vanellope couldn't help but admire the scaled lizard aloud from where she stood. Sugar Rush didn't have any dragons, but she was pretty sure they were the coolest things ever. Lizards that could fly, breathe fire and scare people? It's any girl's dream. 

     Fishing through the pockets of her hoodie, she'd unveil a bit of string, loose change she had picked up from the ground, and an opened bag of Swedish Fish. Crinkling the packet, she'd dump several of the red gummies out onto her hand, in which she'd proffer towards the scaly creature in a attempt to draw it closer.

     "Hey, it ain't much, but maybe you'll like em."

(Yes. Yes, he has. For just Cloud, skip to 6:32 and realize that this was a BAD IDEA. And yes, I know Toothless’s tail is broken; but for the sake of the meme…)

Hive City is on fire, again.

This time, though, there’s a source. Cloud’s atop a building, on his way towards the fire, when something swoops by overheard, and a bolt of blue fire ripples through the air. A building explodes from the impact, spraying glass and metal shrapnel.

Cloud tracks the shape through the sky. It’s fast, but not fast enough, and it’s keeping to a basic pattern. Cloud unsheathes Vendetta, clicks it into place along Vigilante’s length. One more pass, a bolt of fire, and…

There

Send a “¬_¬” for some bad advice from my muse!!

”..Now I’ve seen it all.”

Black dragons are to be feared in the land of Azeroth. This much is obvious. One might assume that the one known as Toothless was given the name as some sort of elaborate practical joke. Perhaps if they came to know and understand Wrathion, they would be quite correct in that assessment.

His nature is quicksilver, and his affection hard to gain. His motives are something that only other dragons would know...and whether their word is to be trusted is not clear.