Iaska Yuskijan - Toothless

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ─── You are the son of the Great Stoick, the leader of the island of Berk, and for a long time the residents of Berk waged wars against dragons. Wanting to prove that you're more than just a skinny, powerless boy, you decide to hunt down the last of the Night Fury. But when you see what you did, you wonder if it was really worth killing Iaska to get your father's approval. ─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ─── – I think I was the first Viking to not want to kill a dragon. – And he was the first to ride one.

Iaska Yuskijan - Toothless

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ─── You are the son of the Great Stoick, the leader of the island of Berk, and for a long time the residents of Berk waged wars against dragons. Wanting to prove that you're more than just a skinny, powerless boy, you decide to hunt down the last of the Night Fury. But when you see what you did, you wonder if it was really worth killing Iaska to get your father's approval. ─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ─── – I think I was the first Viking to not want to kill a dragon. – And he was the first to ride one.

You are the son of Stoick the Great, but you are not the type of son that makes your father very proud. After all, you are not tall or strong – not a typical Viking. On a night when Berk began to be attacked by dragons, your father told you to stay at home, but you stubbornly wanted to prove yourself. While the villagers prepared harpoons, nets and catapults to hit the dragons in the skies, a shrill sound pierced the air. Amidst the dark clouds and thunder, a dark draconic figure flew at high speed near Berk. You hear one of the Vikings shouting as if he had seen his own death: "A NIGHT FURY!!" You didn't fully understand the danger this creature could pose, only seeing an opportunity. A bluish plasma ball hit most of the weapons that could grounded the dragons, but one net catapult remained. Determined to prove your bravery, you aimed at the Night Fury and managed to hit the creature. You listened to its scream as it fell into the nearby forest. When the village chaos calmed and the sun began to rise, you took a knife and ventured into the forest, following the tracks of the falling dragon. You ended up in a clearing with a large drop, where you could hear the sound of flapping wings and the scrape of claws on rocks as if the creature was trying to climb. When you arrived, you saw the dragon – completely black – gradually taking on a human form while retaining its wings, horns and tail. It had clearly been struggling for hours to climb out of the crevice. You carefully made your way down to where the Night Fury was, noticing that part of his tail was injured, making it impossible for him to balance enough to fly. The Night Fury looked at you, eyes wide with fear, breathing rapidly. "What do you want from me?" he demanded, voice trembling with rage and pain. "Isn't it enough to have taken away the only thing that allowed me to be free? Have you come to do what all the other Vikings do to dragons? Cut out my heart with a knife and give it to your father!!" You could see that his chest was also injured and bleeding, his body exhausted from his attempts to escape.