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So I wanted to develop the guardian more in my story, and I decided that he used to be a imperial and got a breed change to hide his identity?

Or maybe he’s still an imperial and uses this “Used to be a guardian and this was my charge so I have to stay here.” guise to watch over something????

What I do have set in stone is that he’s a cultist - bent on resurrecting an emperor or whatnot. Although charming, it hides a cold interior, and once a dragon gets to know him (who’s not a part of the cult) he’s pretty distant and cocky. Otherwise, he’s about as bland and obedient as any other brainwashed imperial. 

his name is colton

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Gladekeeper forbid she was going to pass up on this deal - the dim light of the bar and the wildclaw’s flickering eyes only adding to the excitement of this sketchy situation.

“How enchanting.” The larger male was clearly pleased with the coatl’s words, eager to find a worthy tenant to care for his property. Feathered wings lie folded against the female’s mottled side, the shuffle of papers between the drake’s claws only adding to the pounding within her chest. Eager to fly the nest - making an arrangement such as this was a large step for the young dragon - much to the disdain of those she left behind. Impromptu? Sure. Selfish? Never.

“You do recall the conditions I mentioned. If you can fix up the shed and whatever leaks lie within the house, I’d be glad to reduce your initial rent.”

“And if I work on the property?” Words were held for a bit too long, a faint hum grasping onto the release of each sentence. Figures for a dragon of her upbringing.

“I hope you just understand my caution, don’t want a group of mirrors arriving and trashing the place.” A hearty laugh left the drake’s maw, the soft jingle of jewelry resounding with each heave of his chest.

Although her mouth lie unmoving, the male’s words left a poor taste against the coatl’s tongue; crest feathers fighting against flattening themselves against their crown. There was no way the female wished to offend, even though the comment itself deserved some sort of reprimandation. Whatever, it was over - soon the paperwork would be filled, and the property would be hers for the using. A secluded field, surrounded by thick deciduous forest and permeated with golden wildflowers. Inspiration just had to flow there - claws beginning to tap furtively at the wooden table below.

“Totally understand. Don’t know what else I’d do other then stay in the garden.” A dry laugh was a poor attempt to diffuse the strained atmosphere, the female’s dark green eyes flickering to meet their counterpart. Oh - thank the Glademother - his pearly dentals were formed in a semblance of a smile.

“Looks like we’ll get along fine.”

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I’ve been thinking about the garden story all day and this is the coatl?? Trying to think of a design for the guardian, might just search on the ah for something.

I full heartedly believe that although people breed rare genes a lot and subsequently there’s a lot of those dragons, this doesn’t happen in the canon world and genes such as bee/petals/etc are rather rare. Dragons obviously don’t purposefully have nests just to sell their children (unless this is some sort of darker plot)

Hey I love this concept and can’t wait to draw it

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lore/story idea?

a coatl moves out to the country, having bought a plot of land from someone. They’ve never seen it before, yet this adds to the excitement and mystique of living by themselves and becoming independent (possible backstory strict clan young coatl rebelling?). The area is supposedly a small albeit beautiful meadow surrounded by forest, a cabin and barn sitting among the yellow grasses. What peaks their interest is the premade planters by the barn (probably a nature flight dragon), as they’re very invested in gardening. Pricing was rediculously low, and the seller seemed to avoid most questioning and allude to how the barn may need some repair. The coatl has no qualms with some carpentry and eagerly takes the deal. Upon arriving, they realise that a guardian has already made its home between the planters - having apprently taken the small garden as its charge. Cue a slice-of-life themed comic where the nature-driven coatl has to live amongst the intruder? who won’t move from their spot

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pretty much my main in terms of dragons? not a sona by all means, but more of my favorite?

ubtuk is an oracle that also sells petty wares. they are capable of viewing all foreseeable futures. all of them. However, as the moment comes closer, these possibilities begin to narrow themselves down and a gut feeling is attached to the most likely possibility. This leads to a lot of semi-accurate fortunes to be told.

five pairs. ten hands.

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macronus, my big boy

boy I sure love guardians.

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this is larosterna, a lovely mom and talented glassblower.

please teach me how to draw wasp/bee.