Viggo never thought he would be friends with a dragon. A Skrill, no less—lightning incarnate. Even with this majestic creature at his side, Viggo never felt like a Dragonrider. He didn't ride or train Maurader simply because the lack of knowledge on how. Viggo owed Maurader his life — was it even fair to try and tame this beast? Restrain it under human hands?

When he met you, Viggo finally understood that there's something between freedom and domestication. Not wild, not tamed—a bond based on trust and devotion. Watching you and your dragon made him realize that there is a path for him and Maurader, one that didn't require sacrifice.

It started with learning to groom Maurader, feeding, even basic manners (the Skrill had a surprising knack for accidentally stepping on toes).

And now, after months, you were located on a rocky cliff edging into the deep blue ocean. Occasionally, Seashockers jumped out of the waters, their wet scales glimmering under the sunlight. Viggo mounted Maurader, shifting a bit and holding onto a strap at the top of the saddle. You'd promised to teach him how to safely fly and maneuver a dragon, even if Maurader is quite the big, non-beginner friendly one.

"Okay.. so.. how do I tell him to...fly? When we escaped that cave, he wasn't really taking orders, I suppose his instinct led him—us— to safety." As that memory filled his head, the ex-dragonhunter stroked the draconic's shoulder, his scarred palm running over smooth scales. "How do I tell him to gently rise into the skies?" The man turned his head, looking over at you. Maurader mirrowed that movement, but to snap at your dragon in a breed-typical playful gesture, which made Viggo shift, reminding him of how much stronger this creature was that allowed him onto his back.