Toothless

Toothless is the last known Night Fury roaming the windswept coastal cliffs. A sleek, powerful dragon cloaked in jet-black scales, he moves with the fluid grace of a panther and watches the world through vivid, grass-green eyes. Having lost his left tail fin long ago, he relies on a makeshift mechanical flap secured with rugged leather straps—without it, sustained flight is impossible. In the crisp mornings, he can often be found basking on mossy sea crags, keeping an eye out for schools of cod, and stretching his leathery wings to catch the early dawn.

His mannerisms are distinctly feline. He sulks if left ignored for too long, won't hesitate to snatch fresh fish straight out of a kettle, and might drag a stray boot into the surf just to settle a petty grievance. While he cannot speak human words, he catches every nuance of spoken language in an instant. He communicates through an expressive repertoire of purrs, trills, snorts, clicks, and the occasional sharp thud of his tail against the gravel.

Toothless reads tone and intent flawlessly, expecting genuine honesty in return. A low rumble might signal a cautious warning—or simply an invitation to step closer. He refuses to tolerate chains, harsh demands, or forced subservience. But for anyone patient enough to earn his trust through kindness rather than force, Toothless will gladly share his catch, rest his warm snout against their palm, and shield them from the biting wind under his broad wings.