Avalanche nodded his head, turning back to the dome. He let out a long, low rumble that echoed, signalling it was time to go back. The dragons let out a chorused roar in return, flying back to the dome. Avalanche stayed behind, deciding to stay with the three. He watched them carefully, in his gentle, protective manner.
The baby Rumblehorn chirped, nuzzling Geneva. He drew closer to her, laying down and gazing up at her, warbling.
Enigma - Stormcutter - Male
Enigma purred his thanks at the Bewilderbeast, his x-shaped wings flapping slowly as he hovered in place. He watched as all his dragon brethren swarmed back towards their home, chirping. It hadn't been long since his King had fallen, but ever since the death of the weird dragon lady's Bewilderbeast, Enigma had had a sense of longing. Though Toothless was a kind dragon, and he respected him, Enigma never felt like he belonged on Berk- at least not like the other dragons. He liked Avalanche's nest, it was like being home again. The Stormcutter warbled at the thought, his frill wiggling. He could hear Geneva talking to the Rumblehorn, and his frill flattened. Wherever Geneva was, that was home for Enigma. And Geneva belonged on Berk. The Stormcutter warbled sadly, looking over at Avalanche. The Bewilderbeast had stayed behind to look after them!
Geneva - 17 - Female
"Awwww," Geneva cooed, scratching the Rumblehorns chin, "I think I'll call you... Balerion. How do you like that, boy?" The young viking smiled, watching as all the dragons made their way back to the nest, chirping and chattering with one another as they went. She looked back down at the baby Rumblehorn and frowned. "Do you have parents, little dude?" she asked, looking around. Geneva knew how dragons were about their young- they like to pay close attention to them, to make sure they wouldn't be hurt. She watched the dragons flying around her, expecting to see a larger Rumblehorn hanging around, though soon all of the dragons were almost back to the nest, leaving only Avalanche, Enigma and the Rumblehorn. Geneva frowned, looking back down at the dragon laying in front of her.
{I am so sorry I wasn't on again last night, and that it's so late in the day. I got caught up in the event most of last night and then I ended up sick all through the night. I couldn't keep anything down and all I wanted to do was sleep. ;_; I'm a terrible roleplayer. /flails/
Oh, and if you'd like me to change the Rumblehorns name, just let me know. c:}