Enjoy The Silence [Toothless]

[R]

For the first time he was glad he could not feel. The material in his jeans had long since grown stiff and he was fairly certain he could no longer bend his fingers... or maybe they were just always numb? He couldn't remember. Empty, hauntingly blue eyes bore out into the frozen wasteland. The tattered and frayed red jacket did little to stop the ice from slowly forming on his motionless chest. Damn it was hard to walk. There was nothing and nobody for as far as his eyes could see, well, unless one wanted to count snow and ice.

Was this the new method of killing zombies? Dropping them in some God forsaken spit of land until the cold just froze their joints and they couldn't move? That seemed a bit excessive, if not a little inhumane... couldn't they have just put a bullet in his brain? This was just mean. he tried to recall how he had gotten here, but he had no memory of anything but the airport and the jet liner... wait, there was a girl.... blonde... small... Juuulie? He had rescued her, she was on the plane and after that... he couldn't remember.

A groan tore from his mouth as he sunk several feet into one of the snow drifts. An exaggerated moan tearing from his mouth as his fingers found purchase in the snow as he dragged himself out. This... was just not his day. It was a slow process but after a series of grunts and groans, he was finally free. He collapsed onto his back, eyes hollow and intense starring up into the cloudless sky at least it wasn't- his train of thought died as a streak of black shot through the sky. His eyes widened ever so slightly as he struggled to sit up, head swinging like a pendulum in a failed effort to track it.

What the hell was that? Bonies couldn't fly, at least not that he was aware of and an airplane hadn't seen the sky in... well... ever in his begotten memory and even if they had he doubted they could move that fast. He struggled to his feet swaying uneasily, like a drunk after several drinks. He groaned and continued to shuffle along. Best not be around when whatever it was came back, he may have been dead but he liked all his fingers and toes in one piece.

[Toothless]

A dragon was essentially a walking space heater. They could feel the cold, no doubt, but the fire that they were able to produce kept their bodies warm. They were perfectly designed for the harsh wilderness of Berk. This was why Toothless could trudge on through the snow without shivering, but he did occasionally shake his head free of some of the flakes that the wind would occasionally blow across his face.

He wasn't sure how he had ended up getting out this far. Usually he would wonder around the little spot he and Hiccup had decided that the dragon should stay while the other was in the city, trying to find things to entertain himself while at the same time trying to stay out of trouble and, most importantly, staying unseen. Today though Toothless had gone out a little too far, had gotten lost in the unfamiliar landscape, and then somehow had ended up in a place where the trees faded away and the air began to freeze. Before, Toothless had been following the smell of what he though had been familiar, but now that he was so far gone from the forest, there was nothing but the cool smell of frost. This was why, when the dragon smelled something that wasn't cold, and wasn't ice, the dragon immediately began to bound towards it through the massive piles of snow.

The Night Fury didn't realize that the smell was the smell of death until he was much too close to turn around and ignore it. The icy atmosphere kind of dampened his senses a bit.

Toothless stood on the edge of an icy cliff, narrowing his green eyes down at the dark shadow that was nothing like the grayness between the flakes. The Night Fury tried to make it out, and even wondered if whatever it was had died out here while getting lost as he did. However, he quickly realized that this dead thing was moving. The dragons eyes widened, and he leaned over the edge of the cliff, intensely fascinated now. From his experience, things that smelled like death did not move! His curiosity became an insistent itch, and Toothless began to pace back and forth. When he couldn't take it anymore, Toothless crouched on the edge of the slippery rocks and spread his massive wings.

He could not fly without Hiccup, but he was not completely helpless. The dragon suddenly launched himself high into the air, flapping his massive wings once before spreading them out to the side. He glided through the air, and for a long moment it actually seemed that he was flying. Well, as long as he could stay straight, Toothless could fly! His missing tail membrane was just there to help him steer after all. Unfortunately though, there was no real way of predicting the way the wind would blow until it was already too late, and with a sudden violent gust Toothless was knocked off his course. In a clumsy display, Toothless tried in vain to right himself before he crashed to the snowy wonderland below and was unsuccessful. He collided with a powerful crash, creating deep trenches as he continued to slide with the momentum a few more paces.

There was a brief moment where it seemed the dragon was down for the count, before Toothless staggered to his feet and shook his head and body free of snow.

[R]

R stumbled through the snow. He couldn't actually feel anything the stinging bite of winter, the morbid chill of ice... he knew it was supposed to feel cold and perhaps that was why his joints were so stiff... or perhaps it was merely the long over do rigor mortis finally kicking in. Eh did it matter? It happened to all of them eventually whatever little brain activity, if one wanted to call it that, remained would fade. Tapering off into nothing along with the rest of them and slowly the flesh would be pulled away, muscles would vacate the skeletal frame, dried organs would fall from their rightful place finally forfeiting to death and no soul would remain. A bony. A heartless killing organism.

Not that he was one to judge. He killed things all the time. he had too. He hated it, it ate at him, no clever pun intended, but what choice did he have. The brains were the best part, when memories and emotions would flood every decaying cell in one's body. The ability to feel again, to be alive for only a split second... it overrode the guilt, fueled him forward. He groaned complacently as his leg sunk far into the snow. He would rot here, he doubted even the heartless shell that would become of him, a bony, would survive. They couldn't keep going unless they had food. You didn't have food without living, breathing humans.

A crash and a spray of snow had his tiresome gait stopping completely... R froze. He blinked, haunted eyes the color of bitter ice starring at the deep trenches left behind...whatever in the hell had just plowed through them. Whatever it was, he wouldn't be a match for. Immortal, not invincible. He groaned softly, whether from dread or simply because it was the only noise he could make, he wasn't sure. He stumbled forward twice, two steps and then... a massive black creature sprung from the snow, shaking its pelt furiously and peppering him with misbegotten snow balls.

R stood still and silent. He was fairly certain whatever it was, wasn't human. It had massive leathery wings and gleaming black scales. It bounded futily in the snow as if trying to get off the ground but obviously it couldn't. Golden eyes the color of the richest gold starred out at the world. R groaned again, stepping wearily closer. If it was going to kill him, he might as well get a better look.

[Toothless]

Toothless' ears twitched and rotated on his head at the sound of groaning, and he turned his head towards the sound. Right... dead human who was not dead. What should he call that anyway? Not-dead? Undead? Alive-but-dead? Living Dead?

The dragon abandoned that train of thought when it shuffled closer in a kind of slow hobble, narrowing his eyes and taking a step with his hind right leg so he could face the thing. Alright, Toothless was a clever dragon, much smarter than some of the other dragons that lived on Berk, and he was a pretty opened-minded one too. However, he was still a wild dragon, and a wild dragon still had instincts. And though there was nothing immediately or obviously threatening about this alive-but-dead human, Toothless still arched his back and made a low pitched grumbling in the back of his throat in warning.

It was the smell of death. Death was a natural occurance, sure, but dead meant... well, dead. Like lying still, not making a sound, and buried kind of dead. Whatever the kind of dead this not-dead human was, was not natural. Dead things were not supposed to shuffle through snow or make groaning sounds. And just like everything in the known existence, Toothless was apprehensive of what was not natural, and was nervous about what he could not understand.

Locking gazes with this stranger, Toothless crouched against the snowy ground with his wings partially unfolded, unsure of what to do, and expecting him to show his palms in a sign of peace. It was kind of ridiculous really for Toothless to expect such a thing however, considering the same rules could not be applied to this situation. Yet Toothless still waited for that signal, curling his lips back into a snarl when the stranger shuffled even closer. His warning was a serious one... he would not attack first, but he certainly would be the first leap in with his teeth bared if he felt like he had to.


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