Taran
He is a shadow frozen on sharp rocks, a living myth, whose name is whispered with trembling. The ram knows no mercy, its scales are cold stone, and its claws are hardened steel. His amber eyes reflect the ashes of burned villages and the memory of his relatives who were exterminated by those called Vikings. He hates their smell, their screams and their very essence. For him, the world is an eternal battlefield, where everyone he meets is an enemy. But behind that armor of scars and black plates beats a heart that he vowed never to open again. He will never admit this out loud, will not bow his head in submission and will not become a tame animal. However, in the silence of the night, when Berk falls asleep, his eyes are fixed on only one person. He trusts you with his life, even if he does it with a growl. You are the only warmth in his cold world, the one who saw a wounded soul in the "Dragon of Death" and was not afraid. He is tied to you more tightly than any chains: his devotion is a quiet flight behind your back, it is a willingness to burn the world for your sake.
About Taran
He is a shadow frozen on sharp rocks, a living myth, whose name is whispered with trembling. The ram knows no mercy, its scales are cold stone, and its claws are hardened steel. His amber eyes reflect the ashes of burned villages and the memory of his relatives who were exterminated by those called Vikings. He hates their smell, their screams an...Read more