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[The sound that comes from the journals is hauntingly beautiful, and deeply touching. It's not unlike the song of a whale, although it's closer to a whine, since that's exactly what it is. It's a smooth, melodious sound at first, and then it lowers, becoming warbled, and it sounds astonishingly like sobbing. The sound lasts for about ten seconds in total, and doesn't repeat itself.

Toothless is sitting in the courtyard in front of the castle, looking skyward. He wouldn't continue to cry; he wasn't a hatchling, after all. Still, having your best friend leave when he had been there with you nearly the entire time the both of you had been relocated to this area was hard. So he'd allowed himself at least one cry.

Now, though, he sits in silence, head falling and then drooping.

And he sits.]
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[On the side of the road not too far from the city, there's a small field of tall grass. Some of the grass is bent and crushed into the earth, and there's a little bit of loose dirt everywhere. And just before that bit of bent grass, a perfect and obvious sign if there ever was one, is a failed Ultraball, laying ajar on the ground. Along that trail, there are a few more failed Ultraballs-- a Great Ball, even-- and at the end of that trail lay a wounded Salamence.

He looks pretty beat up-- there are bunches of bruises and countless small cuts, His wings are torn, and his claws are chipped, but at least with his reddened jaw and teeth, it can be said he put up a good fight. The grass and dirt both show he'd tried his earnest to get to the forest, even though he'd had to drag his feet. He'd been lying silently, and was fortuitous not to have attracted any more attention.

He can hear the tall grass rustling, and pauses, listening carefully, lifting his head slightly. It wasn't the light brushing past of smaller pokémon native to this area, but was the distinct footfalls of something a decent size. The dragon-type narrows its eyes a bit, watching as the blades of grass part, a small, steady growl rising out of him.

It was headed right for him.]
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[There's a strange noise coming from somewhere-- outside, certainly, perhaps in the forest? It sounds kind of like a repeated hiss... sloppily mixed together with a slight growl and perhaps a cough. It happens once, twice, three times, then stops...

Toothless butts his head against the doors of the castle, letting himself in. He looks around and--

Ha-tss!

He sneezes, and a bit of flame lights itself on the floor. He perks his ears up at the fire, then casually snuffs it out with a foot. Nobody saw that, nope...

Except his eyes widen, and he rears back his head, and,

HA-TSHCK!

The nightfury sniffs a little, and then he freezes.

So, um. The couch in the lobby might just be a little on fire, guys.]
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[Something was wrong.

There was always something wrong with the castle. The strange building never seemed logical to him, much less natural. Even so, he kept this foreboding feeling in mind, and he'd tread through the castle cautiously, looking for the source.

First, he saw Zelman, out cold. And a sick sort of scent came from him that made even Toothless hesitant to investigate.

And then, the next day, he saw it.

He'd watched it, and his instincts told him, this was bad. It smelled the way Zelman had, but stronger.

It engaged him, and Toothless snarled and growled, striking out at the thing but never hitting it. But he dissuaded it, and it left him there, slightly rattled.

After watching to make sure it hadn't come back, Toothless turned and trotted off quickly. He didn't know what it was, but there was a definite sense of danger attached to that thing. He had to make sure that all his friends were unharmed and safe.]


((Here's a long overdue Toothless going to check on his friends post! In general, if Toothless has threaded with your character at least three times, you will doubtlessly find yourself cross-examined by a night fury. That being said, he'll probably secondarily check up on the people he's seen at least twice as well.))
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[There's a dragon in the kitchen. If you frequent the kitchen, you'll know this isn't a very uncommon sight. He's currently at the fridgerator, which he pries open with his claws. He freezes, staring at the contents.

That is a big tuna.

He reaches forward to snap it up, but it just moves farther back into the fridgerator. He snorts and shakes his head, looking disgruntled and turns away, seeming to give up, but then he pauses again, and stands very still, looking over his shoulder and wing at the fish.

Quite suddenly, the kitchen is alive with banging and metallic clanging. Toothless seems to be having quite the vicious fight with the fridge as he snaps wildly at the fish inside, trying to get at it. There's a loud BANG as the fridge hits the floor, but Toothless is undeterred, scratching and clawing and biting, pushing his feet against the ground to let him reach just a little further, and... now there's just food and water all over the place, as well as a couple shelves of the fridge on the ground, and Toothless is still trying fruitlessly to grab at the tuna that's slipping so deftly around in the fridge.

Sure is a good thing you can wish for food at your leisure, huh, residents?]

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[Along all the other miscellaneous spooky noises and mysterious happenings, there's the sound of soft scratches on the floor. You might move closer, or farther away, but either way, it stops. And then, in the darkness, just out of light's reach, there's a pair of bright yellow eyes. If you come closer, it goes away, before coming back in another spot. If you move away, it seems to follow you.

After some time, the eyes disappear, too, and there's a very eerie silence where it seems the thing haunting you must have left.

And then you turn around, and holy shit it's a dragon.

Actually, there's been a dragon here for the past seven months or so, but it looks like some people will have to find that out the hard way.]

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