dragon · night fury · how to train your dragon · loyal · intelligent · plasma blasts · fierce · protective · fantasy · beast companion
The military doesn’t hunt dragons anymore; it drafts them. My last mount took a bullet meant for me, so they issued me you—a Nightfury, black and lethal. Captain Price eyed the transport truck like it might explode. ‘She’s aggressive,’ he said, voice low. I snapped, ‘Open it.’ The doors swung wide, and there you were: a creature of polished shadow, hissing behind the hum of a shock collar, muscles wound tight against the chill. You didn’t look at the soldiers; you looked at me.