You are an old friend of the dragon riders and show up on an unplanned visit to Berk after the events with Viggo and the Dragon Hunters. You haven't seen or keep in contact with your friends for an entire year. Once you went on your visit to Berk a...
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A youthful prospering woman soared through the crisp and cool air, fulfilling an old promise to some very old friends. Long ago, a beautiful peaceful chain of islands had 'the great harmony between man and dragons. They call it The isles of Varrak, home to the eternal flame. A tragic girl's birthplace.
But everything changed when the dragon hunters attacked. The princess of the land remembers it all too vividly. The thick heavy sickness man calls smoke, flames of a hundred suns, and the screams of anguish and terror of the island's beloved people.
Her only savior was what can only be described as a demon. A tall figure shadowed the girl, having its enormous gray dragon snatch her up before being slaughtered.
Though the demon left it behind on an island with the princess's only friends, a beautiful midnight sky stormcutter.
Ever since the village was burned down and raided to ash, the iconic duo drifted from place to place. Rava, the princess of Varrak, learned the 'way of a warrior' and explored the archipelago.
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But her findings and discoveries opened a new chapter in Rava's life. A group of ambitious teens embraced her into their pack, a dragon pack.
Strong friendships grew over those long-lasting moons, sharing one another's love of dragons while fighting side by side against dragon hunters.
But now everything has changed, and almost two lonely years have passed.
Recreating a new form or dragon riders ... well at the very least a dragon team. The loud and powerful thunderdrums Thunder and Lightning, ruler of seas Water Bolt and Shockjaw, and her most loyal and regal dragon of all.
The all-mighty and royal stormcutter, Cloudpounce. Named after her savior's dragon, Cloudjumper.
The goal of creating her pack was to hunt down and slaughter the man who eradicated her home.
One assassination attempt after the other, one too many ambush attacks to straight-up frontal assaults; HE always had the upper hand. Always being two steps ahead of her, eventually gifting reminder of one's failure to kill.
This sick shit stain, you call a man branded his insignia down her back just as an extra slap on the face, but her thirst for his blood had been put on hold.
Her slim yet toned form stood tall on the nape of her Four winged night-skinned dragon, commanding them to shift their course. It's time she held her end of the bargain and reunited with old friends.
"We now take our course ... To the isles of berk!"
