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A long time ago, when the Earth was still new, there was a girl. But she was no ordinary girl -- she the most beautiful girl of them all, both inside and out. On her eighteenth birthday, the King of the Gods asked for her hand in marriage. When she refused, he grew so infuriated that he turned her into a frightening, ugly beast. So she ran away, hiding herself in the dark caves of the mountains, away from anyone who could see her. She loathed herself from that moment forward, her dreams of true love crushed forever. For who could ever love a beast?

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                   ✘ ✘ ✘ ----                                                    Odjur stared down at the man in silence. A man, it seemed, unlike                                 men. A man with two heart burning in his chest, a man who                                  smelled like stardust. Was he a wizard? A demon of some sort,                                  sent to finally end her suffering? Both seemed unlikely, but she                                  knew for a fact that there were two hearts beating in this thing's                                 chest.

                                                "Who are you? And how did you find me?"

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…Death

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Promo for all of my blogs <3

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                    ✘ ✘ ✘ ----                                                       Strangers? She moved into the caves to get away from strangers.                                  But apparently, even here she could be found. When she was                                   human, Odjur used to adore meeting new people. She would                                   blossom and glow in there presence, often singing and dancing                                  and cooking for them. But now, now that she was this... this                                  beast, the kind warmth had faded into guarded fear. 

                                                 "Who dares to enter my domain?"                                   Odjur demanded, staring at the stranger with cautious eyes.

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                    ✘ ✘ ✘ ----                                                       If there was anything Odjur had learned, it was that male                                 dragons were the most dangerous beasts in the world.                                 To catch scent of one so close to her territory not only                                  frightened her, but almost excited her. She'd known many                                 female dragons (they seemed to be plentiful), and all she                                 learned of males was from them. So to catch a male so                                  near by was almost a miracle, something she'd never                                  expected to experience even in her eternal life.                                                  "What brings you to my lair, great one?" 

                                  she asked. Male dragons, she'd learned, were very mighty                                   beasts, to be treated with the utmost respect and reverence.                                   She'd seen females lose eyes and gain scars from                                    displeasing males of their kind.

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「♱」———;;

Yes, this was one his more brilliant ideas. Sometimes, maybe— he should listen to Bobby and Sam. But, hey, at least he could prove to them that DRAGONS were REAL. Slowly, he put the cell phone back into one of his pockets. This damn thing could speak. I mean, should he really be surprised by anything?

               ❝it be dean. son of winchester. ancestors of cain                and abel and i come to ye(?) in peace..?❞

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                    ✘ ✘ ✘ ——                                                                      Silently, Odjur stared at the human. The contraption in his                                 hand was unknown to her, but the way he spoke was                                  distracting enough to put it out of her mind. For now.                                                  "You are quite obviously of the more                                                    stupid persuasion."                                 Odjur stared down at the human -- Dean Winchester, he                                  said. He was... Well, strangely beautiful. Humans didn't                                 mean much to her anymore, the standards of beauty that                                 Odjur had grow up around had changed drastically, and                                 that set humans a bit off for her. But there was something                                 about him, something that made the human-turned-dragon                                 trust him.                                                    "You know, if I were a real dragon,                                                       you'd be dead by now."                                 She settled before him, laying on her stomach and resting                                 down her head so they could be level with one another.                                                    "But, lucky for you, I'm just... cursed,"                                  the dragon murmured, eyes of blue fire settling on him with                                surprising gentleness,                                                     "I am Odjur. Please, do not ask for                                                      my true name, for I have forgotten                                                      it long ago. What brings you here,                                                     Ser Winchester?"

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Smoke came out from his nostrils as he thought of what the female had just him. He didn’t bother to say anything, the dragon only took off, roaring loudly as he approached the village. Oh how he loved the sound of the screams, it was like a dinner bell. He didn’t care much about leaving many surviviors, all he cared was filling his belly.

The Horntail took off after he was done, leaving a trail of burned things on his way back to that cave.

"Thank you for the information."

The male replied. There was no reason for him to be there, except that higher places were good when looking for shelter.

"Do you know of any empty cave around these parts?"

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                    ✘ ✘ ✘ ——                                                                    ”Towards the south,”                                                                 She turned away as he made for the village, surprisingly                                   passive as he destroyed and devoured the humans. It                                  could have been her, she thought. She could have been                                   human, still. Devoured by a dragon down in the village.                                   Granted, everyone she knew -- including her home village                                  itself -- was dead. Those below had no relation, no                                   meaning. But they were human. And she was human. At                                  least, she had been. Once.                                 When he returned, she considered his words and shook                                   her head.                                                    "No, not around here. My network are                                                    the only caves within miles. You are                                                    welcome to them, for they are vast                                                     and could easily fit hoards of                                                     dragons."                                    Odjur turned, ready to return to the safety and darkness                                     of said caves, of the greedy comfort of her treasure. Of                                    the sweet singularity that her hiding place brought her.                                     The male was only welcome because she valued her                                    life. Otherwise, she would have preferred to be alone.

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The person who I reposted this from has a cute blog so you should probably check it out.

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                    ✘ ✘ ✘ ----                                                  It was not a sound she'd heard before -- and, naturally, that                                 made it dangerous. What was more was that it echoed                                  through her caves, blaring like an amplifier to her sensitive                                  ears, drawing a roar of annoyance through the dragon's lips.                                 She had half a mind to simply send fire its way, to deny                                  it even a chance to explore her home. Whatever made a                                  sound that obnoxious couldn't be good news, could it?                                 But there was something else, something she just couldn't                                 explain, that told her not to. The thing, whatever it was, had                                 simply appeared in the deepest bowels of her home. How                                  it had done it -- and why -- were completely unknown to her.                                  And finally, the remnants of her human curiosity overtook                                 her mind, and she followed the sound as it faded out,                                  retreating back to the dark depths of her home from whence                                  it came.                                 It was black. That was the first thing she noticed. The box                                 was black, and lit, words sprawled across in some                                  language she could not understand. It seemed rather large                                 by human standards, though she could hardly go by such                                 measurements anymore. Her long, blue neck extended,                                  reaching her head out so she could sniff the object. There                                 was magic about it -- or, at least, something unearthly. She                                 nudged it with her nose, huffing as it gave slightly before                                  allowing it to return to the solid ground.                                                   "Vem är du ? Tala ditt namn!"                                                         she growled, staring at the thing,                                                         "Answer me!" 

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thronesgifs challenge: [1/3] major characters Daenerys Targaryen

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                      cursedwithscalesofblue liked this for a mini-starter

  He’d been minding his own business, wandering along the edge of the lake, looking for shiny stones to take back to Abraxas, in the cave they were staying, when he’d heard a loud noise.  Viserys had frozen where he stood, uncertain what to expect; he was alone and didn’t even have a weapon with him, so a part of him was inclined to panic slightly and think the worse.

  And then, he saw a large creature begin to slowly rise from the water, and he almost fell back. Viserys didn’t have to look twice to know it for what it was, he was a Targaryen after all, and dragons were a large part of their culture and ways.   Until recently,  he’d never seen a live dragon before, but even so… until just this moment, Viserys had never seen such a big live dragon. He blinked slowly, at a loss for what to do, but then steeled his resolve.

   ”Wait… don’t go, I… it would most honor me to share your company,” he said loudly to the creature, then.

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                    ✘ ✘ ✘ ——                                                       Blue scales.                                   What set her apart from other dragons was that she had                                  blue scales. Such a color was so unnatural for dragons,                                  who were usually red, or black, or white, or gold, or green.                                  Colors of earth, and fire, and metal, and air. Not the sweet                                  hues of water and ice. And her eyes. Eyes that burned like                                  glacial ice in the sunlight. She may appear to be a dragon,                                  but even with just a glance, it was clear that the beast was                                   far, far more.                                  So, with scales so blue, powers so unnatural, and her                                   very existence something out of the natural order (not to                                  mention she tended to keep her old human habits), it                                  was no surprise that Odjur enjoyed some non-dragon                                  like things -- such as bathing. And oh, how she swam                                  through the water; better and more beautiful than she                                  flew through the sky. It was a haven for her. Something                                  that, unlike the rest of her world, had yet to change.                                  Breaking  the surface of the water, Odjur could not help                                  but notice the human who spoke to her, requesting she                                   stay with him. Her long, sleek neck holding her high                                   above the water, she stared down to him consideringly.

                                     "Who are you, who so foolishly wish for                                                     my company?"

[lledra]

4 Disney Artists Paint 1 Tree - 1950’s short documentary

Four Disney artists paint their own interpretations of a tree, and explain their techniques and methods.

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this is amazing how did i never see this before

pls watch this

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The dragon growled. That would be no use then, without sheep or humans he wouldn’t have exactly his main source of sustain to keep himself strong to keep his travels. He needed to do something about that. As the dragon thought, his tail hit one big rock, creating several cracks on it. He walked to the eadge of the save, wacthing the bottom of the montain trying to find anything that could be considered food.

"Do you know what way these humans went?"

He asked.

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                    ✘ ✘ ✘ ——                                                                    "Towards the south,"                                                                 Odjur told him, looking over into the town,                                                                                                     "Into the cities."                                     Tired eyes looked from the valley to him, considering her                                   next words carefully.                                                           "But, if you prefer to dine upon humans,                                                   I assure you there are at least enough                                                   in the town to fill your mighty belly for                                                    a night or two."                                 The devouring of humans was a dragon-like trait that Odjur                                 had never taken part of. True, she considered herself to be                                 a beast, but it did not mean she had to act beastly. She                                 stuck mostly to livestock, only bothering humans when she                                 was overcome with the urge to add treasures to her hoard. 

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                    ✘ ✘ ✘ ——                                                   Dragons, like all reptiles, were cold blooded. They required                                 heat to keep themselves alert, and sunning was a very                                  regular occurrence. One, surprisingly, that Odjur had come                                 to love. She had a favorite ledge upon her mountain, where                                 she'd lay herself out and nap, enjoying a rare moment of                                 happiness as the sun warmed her scales.                                  Today, though, as she basked about under the sun, her                                 scales glittering like sapphires, Odjur sensed she was                                 not alone. Rolling back from her side to her stomach,                                  eyes of living eyes scanned over the surrounding trees                                  with a gaze of annoyance.

                                                 "I know you are there. Come out!"

                                she demanded, narrowing her eyes.

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The Hungariam Horntail turned his head at the one speaking to him, the several spikes along his neck and back lifting up in response. At first, he thought that the stranger was going to attack him, but was somewhat glad that it was not the case. He was too tired at the moment to want a fight. he lowered him slowly, to show he was not there to harm her. Unless the female displeased him of course.

"Shelter and food. I was not aware this was your territory, Blue One."

He replied. One thing was certain, he had never seen her breed before.

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                    ✘ ✘ ✘ ——                                                   Wary eyes watched him, studying him with slight surprise.                                  He actually seemed... polite, to say the least. Though she                                 couldn't be too careful. She had to keep up her guard.                                                    "Odjur,"                                 she said, giving a slight bow of the head in greeting,                                                   "My land is yours, though I am afraid it                                                   cannot offer you much. The townsfolk                                                   have begun to leave their homes, and                                                   take their sheep with them."                                 It was true. The people of the town below her mountain                                  had begun to leave. She was forced to travel farther and                                 farther from the safety of her cave to find food and                                  treasures. 

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Never laugh at live dragons

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