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Who: Toothless and Everyone Ever.
Where: Wherever you wanna come across him.
Style: First, Third, I'll match whatever you wanna reply with. (:
Status: Open~

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[witchmaker]

The naysayers could naysay all they wanted, Angela was going to find her friends. They were here and she was going to find them.

The field wasn't the first place she looked, but it seemed just as possible as anywhere else, especially if something had happened and they'd all been scattered. She was headed up the hill backwards, taking advantage of the higher viewpoint it gave her. So far there was no sign of her friends, but she kept cautiously optimistic for now.

That is, until she tripped on a rock and landed not far downhill from a large black creature that she couldn't immediately identify. She froze, staring over her shoulder at the beast and hoped she hadn't made it feel threatened enough to attack or anything.

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Toothless had been pawing absentmindedly at the prosthetic tailfin to the left of where his tail tapered off and ended. He had scratched the paint a little, and whined profusely at it and taken to pawing without his claws touching the metal. When Angela tumbled her way down the hill and landed in a heap nearby, he turned his head slowly to look at the strange young human and trilled, softly. It was a greeting, if a rather lackluster one.

[witchmaker]

Well, it wasn't a growl, so that was good. Angela stood up slowly, brushing the dirt off her knees before she crept closer to the creature, still keeping enough distance not to crowd it.

"Sorry, I didn't see you." She watched the dragon for a moment. "Are you hurt?"

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Aware the girl hadn't seen him, Toothless bobbed his head once. Were he in better spirits, it may have been a sarcastic gesture. As she slowly approached, he set his foot down and stilled it atop the prosthetic fin, dropping his gaze to it and then raising his head back to Angela, shaking his head. No, he wasn't hurt. Just misplaced.

[witchmaker]

"At least you can understand me." Angela smiled a little. Then she crouched and looked at him a moment, tipping her head. "I'm looking for my friends. Everyone says they aren't here, though."

It occurred to her, then, that this dragon wasn't in a cave, where dragons usually belong. "Are you looking for something too?"

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The dragon's distress lessened somewhat when Angela stated she was seeking her friends, as well. It wasn't so much comforting that he wasn't alone in searching for someone, as it made him realize that this wasn't uncommon. Maybe that meant that people just got lost very easily in the village and surrounding area. Though deep down he knew better, as Hiccup had been in the village longer than himself, and his sense of direction was pretty accurate.

He nodded to the girl's question. It was common ground, at least. Something to build a comradeship out of.

[witchmaker]

"Is it another dragon?" She couldn't think of what else a dragon might be looking for-- other than maybe food. "I have a dragon friend named Flammie, but I doubt you're looking for her."

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Toothless shook his head, and took a small step forward, craning his neck outward and nudging Angela gently in the arm. I'm looking for one of you-- a human. My human. He's small, and he's got a silly nose and he's covered in freckles and his hair never sits the same way two days in a row and I'd really, really like to find him.

[witchmaker]

"Me?" It takes her a moment to figure it out. No, of course he wouldn't be looking for her. She's never seen a dragon like him before. "Oh, you're looking for a person. I guess we're in the same boat then, huh?"

She held a hand out, unsure if it was okay to pat him on the head. "This person must be special to you, if losing them made you so sad."

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Condoning the gesture by raising his head into her hand, Toothless crooned softly again. To say that Hiccup was special to him was an understatement. The boy was the only reason he could fly again-- the only reason he was still alive. Sure, he had been the reason he had been made flightless in the first place, but if it meant trading Hiccup's friendship, the dragon would gladly take the bola and the fall and lose his tailfin all over again.

[witchmaker]

Angela patted the dragon. She wasn't sure if she'd had the courage before flying on Flammie, or showing up here all on her own for the first time since she fled Altena, but it felt right. Even if they weren't the same species, at least they were going through something similar. That was enough. "We'll find them. Both of us will. Maybe it'll just take longer than we want it to, but we'll find them."

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Toothless was an amazingly intelligent creature, which at this particular moment was proving to be to his disadvantage. He had known, some day and a half ago, that something was wrong. It was a gut feeling. He had paid it no mind, figuring perhaps one of the fish he had eaten had been left sitting out a little too long and was simply upsetting his stomach. But this morning, when the feeling had gotten worse and he had gone off looking for Hiccup...

Well, he had realized about halfway to the hill he was currently perched on with Angela that he probably wasn't going to find the boy. He crooned again, leaning into her hand. He wasn't entirely certain of what she meant by it'll take longer than we want it to, but he appreciated her encouragement. He had recalled Somarium being referred to as a dream world. If Hiccup had woken up, perhaps it was as simple as him falling back asleep. He did have a nasty habit of forgetting to sleep at regular intervals, but the dragon had faith that it would happen again. He just hoped it didn't take too

[witchmaker]

Angela is starting to understand the same thing the dragon is. Maybe she's a little less intelligent a creature, though, because she hasn't given up yet. Even some time spent searching this strange place she's found herself in hasn't completely extinguished her hope.

Still, she's aware enough that pausing in her search for a rest probably won't matter that much.

"Is it okay if I sit with you for a while?"

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No amount of hope would denote a sign of lesser intelligence, at least not in Toothless' mind. While intelligent and sentient, he was still a beast and hope was not something he or his kind readily practiced, but he admired the humans for their use of it. It kept them strong when things knocked them down. Toothless didn't consider himself weak, at the moment, but he almost wished he had a feeble hope to hold on to. And maybe he did, with Angela's request to remain present.

He crooned, bobbing his head in a nod. Yes. Toothless figured he would actually quite like that.

[witchmaker]

The acceptance made her happy, it wasn't often she made friends with a dragon. Besides, they could probably both benefit from a little downtime. She sat beside the big creature, legs bent in case the dragon cared to rest his head on her knees. She continued to pet him gently on the head, for the moment content with the fact that she was currently taking solace from sitting with a lonely dragon.

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It was odd, really, that Toothless so enjoyed human companionship. Here he was, a Night Fury, the rarest and most intelligent of Berk's known dragons, sitting in a field with a near-complete stranger mourning the loss of his human boy while she mourned the loss of her own friends. At least for Angela, it made sense. Humans were social creatures by proxy. Dragons-- well, they did all tend to roost together, like giant reptilian birds, and they laid their eggs in the same volcano and lived and slept there, for the most part, but it wasn't out of companionship. They were reptiles and needed and desired heat, and as far north as they all lived, they had to find a common heat source. Nevermind that they all served the Queen in order to survive.

He folded himself, curled like a great scaly cat, around the purple-haired human's seated form. He appreciated her presence, and her affection, and her general understanding. Perhaps that was why he didn't so much mind the oddity of the situation.