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(Not much to be said. Jump in, try not to powerplay.)

Ashling, her thin, lanky frame sliding through the rain, made her way into the village. She was limping heavily on her left ankle, with a Terror following her closely. Her brown hair was drenched, and she had her honey eyes half-closed. All in all, Ashling looked miserable. She ducked under a shelter, looking around. She wasn't sure what she was looking for, really, other than her closest friend - Hiccup. She groaned, sitting in the mud indiscriminately.

(So I'll just jump in here...)

A few miles away, a small, red-scaled dragon soared through the air at breakneck speed. His wings were quickly growing tired of propelling his 1100 lb. body through the gray skies above.

Back in Berk, another red dragon was walking through the rain-drenched forests. His left wing was broken in several places, but he tried not to let the pain bother him as he slowly made his way towards his cliff-side den on the other side of the island.

Looking up, Ashling saw the red dragon. She waved at it.

The dragon's pale-colored eyes caught something down below. Taking a quick glance towards the earth, he saw a small human waving at him. The dragon grimaced at that and the fact that he was now descending even lower. Suddenly, his weak wings gave out completely and he made an attempt to dive-bomb into the forest. The red creature smashed through the tops of trees on his way down, made connection with the wet earth and skidded to a stop a few feet away.

On the other side of the forest, the larger dragon had finally reached his destination, however, he wasn't able to reach his den because the cliff it was carved into was steeper than he last remembered it being. "Aw, Atlas," the dragon said to himself as he started to pace in annoyance. "How come you never remember how high up on these cliffs your home is?"

Ashling frowned and made her way into the forest, hopin to find the dragon alright.

Groaning, the dragon slowly struggled to his feet. Shaking the mud from his face, he took a quick look over himself to make sure no part of him was severely injured; his wings were sore from the weight they were carrying and one of the long horns on his head had chipped. Other than that, he was fine.

The dragon she came across was not the one who had fallen - it was Atlas. She gazed at him, blinking. She didn'tknow whether or not to approach the dragon.

OOC: I'm actually surprising myself by posting here, but you two seem like good role players who post decent sized paragraphs so here I go xD

Dmitri, a dragon of mixed scales, was scouting the region of a new island - Berk. He had been traveling for miles upon miles in an attempt to escape. To escape... Horrible images entered his mind as he recalled a strange figure, creeping in the night and attempting to capture the gold on black colored reptile. The two-legged figure had pulled out a sharpened object of metal, trying to control the medium-sized dragon and succeeding only in scaring Dmitri out of his wits.

He had been followed shortly with more two-legged creatures, and by the time the newly adult dragon had escaped, he never wanted to see another human again. This had been his first encounter. And he certainly hoped it would be his last.

The golden undersides of Dmitri's long wings began to shine brightly against the light of the sky. His wing span, though larger than most dragons his size, was made mostly for speed. Not for strength. That was why, although they were lengthy, they were skinny too. His golden eyes finally found a suitable spot to rest. He nested between a large group of trees, sighing with delight as he felt the cool grass beneath his scales.

OOC: Is anyone in particular going to play Hiccup?

(I didn't intend to and I don't think anyone else did. I really try not to play Hiccup unless nessessary given I play Ashling, a very close friend in my mind. Did you want to?)

Ashling stopped, staring at Atlas. He appeared to have a broken wing - she wanted to help, but certainly approaching a wild dragon was an awful idea without someone experienced there. She leaned against her left foot, rubbing her cold arms in the rain.

Still frustrated out of his mind, the large red Nightfury turned and started to walk off back into the dense trees...but instantly stopped mid-step when he spotted a female human with long, brown hair.
His nose twitched slightly as he kept his pale yellow-green eyes on her. She was getting drenched in the downpour yet she still stood there, looking at him as if she wanted to help tend to the injured dragon. Atlas wasn't one to fully trust humans when he first meets them, but this one was small...surly she wasn't capable of causing any actual harm to him. Atlas took a few steps towards the girl, hoping not to startle her.

Ashling saw no threat in the dragon's mannerism and simply stood, waiting to be approached. She tentatively reached out a hand slightly.

OOC: Nope, was just curious.

Dmitri closed his eyes in an attempt to get some well-deserved rest. Though he found he had trouble sleeping when he realized that another dragon was lurking somewhere close. His relations with others of his kind, though not all severe, had dwindled as of late. As it was, there weren't many of his particular species left, as they mostly lived on his home island and had been ruthlessly killed by either human beings or dragons that had let the two-leggeds... control them.

The feeling of freedom was far too important to Dmitri to let anyone take it away so easily. Not even sure whether the dragon was friendly or not, he moved away from the sudden red blur, determined not to get involved as if his life depended on it.

Sorry for not replying sooner >.>)

The fallen dragon shook his body again just in case he still had mud on him. Unfortunately, most of the mud was already stuck to his scales and wouldn't come off unless he he dove into a large body of water; the rain wasn't doing much to help. Inhaling sharply, the red-scaled creature prepared to take to the dark skies again only to find out that his wings felt too heavy. It exhaled and threw itself to the soggy ground, finally realizing how tired it was.

Atlas drew closer and stuck out his neck in order to touch the girl's hand with his blunt nose from where he was.

A slight smile grew as this occurred. Ashling was glad to be able to shoal his she was no threat. "I want to help you," she whispered.

Cassie woke up to commotion in the woods not that far off. Crap, she thought. It was nearly night time, and she hadn't even found the cluster of herbs that her mother had described. I should have known my five minute power nap would turn into five hours. Mum's gonna kill me. Cassie pulled herself off the ground and turned to head back to the village. A red streak through the woods caught her eye. Curious, she went to approach it, but a soft growl coming from a clump of underbrush a few feet ahead stopped her.