I. video/action (dated to the dawn of July 23rd)

[aslandish]

[ The video opens in darkness, the only sound to be heard the gentle movement of waves lapping against the shore. However, the very moment a tinge of light begins to creep over the horizon, a Voice begins to sing.

It is a Song the likes of which few have ever heard before. It rises as the light grows stronger, swelling with the tide and soaring as a bird may fly. It resonates in the air as well as the earth, a happy sound that could make even the most solemn of men dance to its melody.

The brightness of the morning spills over the waves, glistening with the newness of day. The Song crescendos finally as the sun peaks in the sky, only to diminish and fade into the sounds of the sea.

A few moments pass before the Singer finally appears. Great paws, golden and velveted all, appear first as he steps into view. A large, shaggy lion pads silently to the water edge, the breeze rustling its mane.

He stands there for a little while before turning and walking down the beach. ]


[ ooc: Please have a look at Aslan's PERMISSIONS POST before tagging! Aslan will be wandering around the beach as well as the outside part of the grounds all day. Feel free to run into him! He will respond to this video as well. Also, if you think your character might be able to detect/discern Aslan's true nature, feel free to have them do so! ]

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[aslandish]

[ A dragon, though a shocking sight for some, is not so for Aslan.

Regarding the creature openly, he does not approach -- not immediately. Rather, he makes a soft rumble in his throat, low but clear enough for the other to hear and understand.

Good day to you. ]

[no_eels]

[Toothless trills quietly in the back of his throat. The Wingless Vikings can communicate through the mind, too, and he's not as startled as perhaps he should be. But still, this is not... them. Or at least, he's never seen his Wingless friends in the shape of a giant cat.

He takes a few steps forward and then stops, his long tail swishing behind him, as he remembers how to respond. As a result, he's a little rusty.

Hello.]

[aslandish]

[ Aslan nods once in greeting, a measure of warmth in his look. Not all dragons thirst after treasure, and Toothless is not such a one.

Aslan hums again, the sound a recognizable note -- he knows the tongues of dragons and can speak them as well as he does the tongues of Men.

What news from the skies? ]

[no_eels]

[It's quiet.

Not many other things in Wonderland fly, much less fly like Toothless. Sometimes he's hopeful that he'll see Hiccup, returning from the woods or the beach. But not today. And if he hadn't run into him while trapped on the other side of the Mirrors, it seems that the Night Fury is, yet again, alone.

Except for his other friends, of course, for which he's grateful.

Where did you come from?]

[aslandish]

[ A place very far from here.

The spaces between the worlds was vast indeed, and only magic or a higher power could breach the distance.

What of you? ]

[no_eels]

[Berk.

Dragons have no need for names, and so Toothless' ancestral home, a warm volcano where he was born, has nothing he can tell Aslan. But the Viking village, where he lives now with Hiccup, has a name. The Night Fury nods.

Far. Too far to fly.]

[aslandish]

[ Aslan nods once. The dragon's assessment is true, indeed.

We may yet return in a time we do not expect.

This was an unpredictable place, it seems. He smiles faintly.

What do you make of this land? ]

[no_eels]

[Toothless considers.

Unkind. It likes to hurt.]

[aslandish]

[ It is so in many places.

And it is unfortunate in every case.

What good is there to be found here? ]

[no_eels]

[There are good Vikings.

Yeah, he's still calling all humans by what he knows.

And plenty of food.]