Full Name: Gunhild 'The Thunderous' Haddock
Alias(es): Gunnie, Wild Eyes, Sister, Brother
Titles: Heir to the Throne of Berk
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Height: 5'9"
Hair Color: Amber
Eye Color: Green
Dragon(s): Dark Melody (Slithersong)
Weapon(s) of choice: Sun and Moon, Gronkle iron shield
Race: Human
Friends/Allies: The Dragon Riders, Ishgar, Vita
Faction: Hooligan, House Haddock
Status: Alive
Occupation: Dragon Rider, Warrior of Berk
Location: Isle of Berk, Dragon's Edge
Alignment: Good
Father: Stoick the Vast
Mother: Valka
Grandfather: unnamed paternal grandfather, unnamed maternal grandfather
Grandmother: unnamed paternal grandmother, unnamed maternal grandmother
Other: Spitelout Jorgenson (Uncle), Snotlout Jorgenson (Cousin)
Full Name: Dark Melody
Species: Slithersong
Class: Mystery
Fire type: Amber like substance
Features: Colorful wings, fins on head, long spines along back, long horns, barbles
Abilities: siren-like luring song, mimicking sounds, immobilizing its prey, immunity to eels, blinding
Colors: blue with black stripes
Size: large
Habitat: dense foggy jungles
The Slithersong is a large Mystery Class dragon and a close relative of the Death Song. It is known for luring you in with its enchanting melody, and then going to immobilize you with a ferocious strike. Then it will shoot an amber substance that will harden and leave their victims unable to move. The Slithersong is a solitary dragon which tends to live alone due to its diet of other dragons. However, Dark Melody has been trained and doesn't consume other dragons. Instead she eats a variety of meats: boar, mutton and deer. Dark Melody will not consume fish though she does enjoy eel. Dark Melody is a rather sassy dragon, similar to Hookfang, and doesn't allow anyone but Gunhild to ride her. The one time she has allowed anyone to ride her was Hiccup, but he has been unable to since.
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Touch The Sky
FanfictionThe first time he laid eyes on her he felt his deranged heart soar. She had wild green eyes and freckles dusted across her pale cheeks. Brown locks that reminded him of the softest winter furs. The sound of her thunderous war cry was music to his ea...
