6 - fury of the night - action
[Toothless' movements through the Paradisian grounds are soft and slow. He has a wondering, cautious look to him, his head occasionally swinging from side to side as he looked at his surroundings, almost as if they were unfamiliar to him. And that wasn't in the least true-- they were quite familiar to him. Creepily familiar. He'd been knocked out for two weeks, and, during his coma, had experienced over a couple month's worth of time.
For an animal with such a sharp memory, all the forgetting and remembering had been very strange. Staggering, even. It's why he moved so delicately through the trees. When he catches sight of the castle, however, his eyes brighten, and he immediately moves towards it. With a bump of the nose, and then some scrambling with his forelegs and claws and the handle, and then another shove, he comes into the castle lobby.
For a couple moments, he just stands there, looking around and sniffing. When he's done, he lifts his head and parts his jaws slightly, allowing a loud, beckoning croon to emanate from him. It's not unlike the cry of a whale, but there's a distinct, unnamable quality to it that makes it clearly different from the call of a large, water-dwelling mammal. It sounds a little bit sad, a little bit afraid, but mostly, hopeful.
In other words, he's calling for his friends.]
((Guess who's back~~ ♥))
For an animal with such a sharp memory, all the forgetting and remembering had been very strange. Staggering, even. It's why he moved so delicately through the trees. When he catches sight of the castle, however, his eyes brighten, and he immediately moves towards it. With a bump of the nose, and then some scrambling with his forelegs and claws and the handle, and then another shove, he comes into the castle lobby.
For a couple moments, he just stands there, looking around and sniffing. When he's done, he lifts his head and parts his jaws slightly, allowing a loud, beckoning croon to emanate from him. It's not unlike the cry of a whale, but there's a distinct, unnamable quality to it that makes it clearly different from the call of a large, water-dwelling mammal. It sounds a little bit sad, a little bit afraid, but mostly, hopeful.
In other words, he's calling for his friends.]
((Guess who's back~~ ♥))