Astrid Hofferson | 20 | female | human | HTTYD | loc: ??? | tags: ???
Astrid trashed around, still asleep, stuck in a horrible dream. She cried out for Stormfly in her sleep, but no beast came to comfort her, no friend to rouse her from her troubled sleep.
She woke up with a start, and cried out for her dragon. When she heard nothing, she began to realize her surroundings. Astrid was in a small, dark shed, made from rotting wood. She began to panic slightly, continuing to yell. "Stormfly! Stormfly where are you?!! Toohless?! Hiccup...?" Astrid curled up, arms wrapped around her knees. She started to worry, abut her dragon, about Hiccup, about Toothless. Astrid hardened her expression and stood up. "Nothing will get done if I do nothing." She mumbled motivation to herself and took a few steps towards the door. She pushed on it, but it only shook slightly. Astrid realized it must have been locked from the outside, and she began slamming her body against the door. She could hear the chains shifting, and tried harder. The door burst open with a few more hits and Astrid fell forward into the dirt.
She got to her feet and looked around, only to see a wastland. Dirt, strange block houses, and dying trees dotted the landscape before her. Astrid suddenly realized she didn't have her axe, and pushed down her fear, slowly walking forward.
Stormfly | 7 | female | deadly nadder | HTTYD | loc: ??? | tags: ???
Stormfly snapped awake with a loud roar. She shifted, only to growl in pain. One of her wings was pinned under part of a destroyed building, and she winced in pain.
Stormfly looked around with alarm. Astrid was nowhere in sight, and she couldn't smell her over the smells of decay and destruction. Stormfly saw Astrids axe a few feet in front of her, sitting undisturbed in the dirt. With a low groan Stormfly pushed on the rocks with her head, knocking some off. She struggled violently, and her wing and lower body came free in a cloud of dirt.
Stormfly spread her wings, ready to lift into the air to look for her beloved rider, but a shooting pain came from her shoulder and she groaned. With a rueful look she tucked her wings to her sides. Stormfly looked over at Astrids axe, and picked it up, the sharp edge protruding from her mouth. She began to move forward, letting out groans and roars in in the hope that Astrid would hear/