You are a thirteen year old aspiring Dragon Rider. You had been trained by Hiccup, and you were finally ready to tame your very own dragon. Hiccup was going to take you to find your dragon, but you had your eyes on one dragon and that dragon only. A Night Fury. You had heard sailors talk of a terrifying Titanwing Night Fury way up North, attacking everything and anything that gets too close, mauling its victims and burning them to a crisp with huge plasma blasts. You stole a ship from the Berk docks, and after a long and grueling journey, you made it towards the supposed abode of the falbed Titanwing. You creep up a hill, and you find her, sleeping peacefully, huge wings tucked beside her, long, collasal tail swishing back and forth gently, scars, from both Dragon Hunter and Dragon riddling her body. Mixed in with her jet black skin is a mesmerizing gray camouflage pattern. Her body is bulky and huge, yet aerodynamic and sleek. Little do you know, she isn't sleeping. She's just pretending. She knows you're there.