HTTYD: The Forgotten Island

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Vulture's tail flukes spread as he glided across the ocean, the Sand Wraith's long, spiked wings barely skimming the water's surface. From above, he appeared as a shadow soaring above the blue waves thanks to the black arrow-shapes running along the top of his head, down his spine and across the top of his wings. The sharp spine-like tail flukes, two placed on the tip of his tail, and two placed a little further up, and at the base of his tail, two secondary wing flaps. Crimson eyes narrowed, he sped through the air, black-tipped arms tucked into his chest. On top of his back sat a boy, aged 16, long white hair and a thin face with blue eyes. His name was Seaslug, and he was the soon to be leader of a tribe if dragon hunters. He, however, had a soft spot for the creatures, especially Sand Wraiths.

Across the horizon, land could be seen. It wasn't huge, but large enough to house a village. Well, that's what it was going to hopefully do. As he neared the island, Vulture angled his wings forward slightly, and he began to slow. He extended his forearms, grabbing hold of the top of the cliff edge. He folded in his wings, landing gracefully on the grass atop the cliff. His rider slid down off of his back.

A crash could be heard from above, and a three-tailed dragon landed clumsily beside Vulture. A small girl with long wavy brown hair and green eyes was sat on the back if the orange Triple Stryke. The young girl was followed by two others. One was a tall brown-haired, freckled Male riding a pale brown Stormcutter with grey-blue wings and crimson coloured claws, and the other a blonde haired girl about the same age as Seaslug sat on her Light Fury, a ghostly white colour with a blue tint to her wings and tail.
"One... two... three... where's Trash?" Seaslug leant against Vulture's wing.
"Trash got lost." The brown-haired girl spoke up. Hazel, born to a tribe where dragons are matched to their riders at birth. And there was no better dragon for the younger girl than her Triple Stryke, Sparky. Both were highly intelligent, talented, and very sassy.

"Of course he did." Seaslug sighed.
"He'll find his way. Seaslug, are you certain that you checked this place for any inhabitants? I wouldn't want to disturb anyone." Ronan, the Stormcutter rider, looked down uncertainly at his dragon, Calamity. He had come from Berk, the blue-eyed viking was a man of very few words, but when he did speak, he made sure he was heard. He was very much like Calamity, proud, mysterious, and regal. Both thought very highly of themselves. They had left Berk mainly because they wanted to join their friends on the new island.

The five friends had met at a gathering of tribes and leaders, all five shared a great interest in dragons. At the time, some already had dragons of their own. They had been meeting up every full moon, discussing adventures, tribe news, and local gossip. Recently, Seaslug had found the forgotten island and suggested they all move their to start a new tribe and to avoid the burdens which came with living in communities with strict traditions and inherited positions. Besides, it would be fun to start afresh.

The blonde-haired girl leaned back on her Light Fury.
"Well, if there is anything here, we can fight em. We have a Sand Wraith, a Stormcutter, a Light Fury and a Triple Stryke. Well, soon to be two." Finally, Erin. Tough, skilled in battle, sometimes a little obnoxious and very hyperactive. Her dragon Apocalypse on the other hand was more laid back. While he too was skilled in battle, he resembled more of a drunken peacekeeper than a deranged warrior. But the two kept eachother happy and balanced eachother out.

"Come on, all of you. I want to show you where we can build our village. I did a little exploring, but most of the island remains untouched." Seaslug began to lead Vulture through the forest.
"So you didn't make sure all of it was safe?" Ronan spoke up.
"Look, if there were any threats here, Vulture would have sniffed them out by now. And look, he's happy, they're all happy." The white-haired viking looked at each dragon in turn. First Vulture, then Calamity, Sparky and finally Apocalypse. "Nobody appears to be on edge. So for now, I say we keep going. We've gone this far, we can't stop now."
"He's right. We can't go back, we might aswell finish what we came here for." Hazel piped up.
"That's the spirit." Seaslug continued to walk as the soft drumming of rain on the dusty earth could be heard.