No one's slave

Indie Cynder the Dragon. Legend of Spyro trilogy, post-DotD. WIP.

[polo-yaoman]

Morning doodle #19

[escapedcorruption-blog]

Continued from here.

Spyro was never the type to be brimming with confidence. Not that he was cowardly or self-deprecating. Certainly not. However, when it came to acknowledging the good things that he was, the achievements he’d made at such a young age, those eyes always drifted away and his expression furrowed with doubt. It was understandable, of course; he’d been a child thrust into adulthood by way of war. There would be cause for concern if he wasn’t troubled or unsure.

Now, though, the war had been won. Their fighting was over. He became the legendary hero he was always destined to become, yet when she pointed out the bravery that pulled him through? He couldn’t meet her eyes as his stance shrunk back.

Oh, Spyro.

Cynder tilted her head to the side to try to meet his eyes, her expression concerned. “You are,” she asserted, gently. “Spyro, you’re one of the bravest dragons I’ve ever known. Everything that happened, everything you’ve done to save this world...not just anyone could have done that. You did, no matter what was in your way. That takes more courage than you think.”

[steadfastspirit-archived]

                                  Don’t underestimate the lengths I’d go to

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                                       Just to proтecт those I care about              

[nyxxityart]

Cynder<3

[bpdarkstalker-blog]

“Can’t you see I’m a monster?”

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cynder always struggled with her past mistakes, guilt complexes, and serious self-image problems… like i still am. one of the reasons why i love her.

bonus flatcolors so you can see how much i put into the friggin lineart

[androdragynous]

headcanon/unpopular opinion: if spyro didn’t have to have someone to rescue, cynder would have been able to handle herself.

[ju-carnby]

[polo-yaoman]

[sammymationsart]

Inktober :: 20 :: Cynder

[fierypurplehero]

     “Okay, now you’re really weirdin’ me out, spooky.”

   The young hero leaned back on his haunches, front paws raised, eyes following the dragoness’ odd, silent behavior. Did he say something wrong? This dragon was looking at him as though she’d seen a ghost. Spyro’s pointed tail flicked from side to side, wings twitching.

   Sparx met the stranger’s frown with a look of puzzlement, which was exchanged with his purple companion.

     “Err, wait. You know his name already? —Wait, you’ve never had a dragonfly? Every dragon has one, they protect us. How’d you get skipped? Unless you’re a villain, like Red or somethin’”

[escapedcorruption-blog]

“I guessed.” Until she understood this situation, she would elaborate no further.

Cynder was silent through Spyro’s utterly confused response, further still as she digested and contemplated what everything meant. This was not her world. Never once were dragonflies required protectors of dragons. They were simply inhabitants; the Spyro she knew only had Sparx around because he was considered his brother. Yet, here, every dragon had one, as if they were birthmates of another sort?

Maybe it had something to do with that strange door. Nothing about here seemed familiar, aside from the dragon and his companion before her. Was it possible, that she’d fallen in some bizarre world of different similarities?

She supposed, with everything she’d encountered thus far, it’d be a bit naive to think anything was impossible. It was the only reasonable conclusion she had; for now, she’d stick to it.

“No one has a dragonfly where I’m from,” she answered, pointedly ignoring the villain comment. “I suspect this world isn’t mine. They live there, but it’s never been their job to protect us.” Eye ridges creased. “How do they do that here?”

[zumixiv]

Sierra Entertainment: The Legend of Spyro: Dawn of the Dragon - Valley of Avalar

[fierypurplehero]

   The young dragon whistled in amusement, rolling his eyes around to exchange a look with Sparx. The duo grinned at each other as though they knew exactly what the other was thinking. Spyro returned his gaze to the slightly larger dragoness, raising a scaly brow at her.

     “And I thought the some of the Elders were uptight. Didn’t mean to rustle ya wings, spiky.” There was no response to the purple dragon’s comment. The other reptile only stared at him. He tilted his head, tail flicking. “Hey, quit starin’ already.”

     “–You don’t know? Name’s Spyro. Everyone’s heard of me around here. —Come to think of it, I’ve never seen you before, and where’s your dragonfly?”

[escapedcorruption-blog]

Likewise, no response was given to his snarky comment. She only stared.

Could it be some wild kind of coincidence? Some crazy trick of chance? Bladed tail twitching with uncertainty, she ignored the request and continued looking him over for any sort of distinguishing physical irregularity. Aside from his size, none was apparent. 

Spyro. His name was Spyro. 

“...” Cynder stepped forward, closing the gap between her and ‘Spyro’ and beginning to circle around him. Not a care was given to how creepy her behavior probably was; she had to figure this out. Faintly, did his voice finally register. There was another one. Their voice. How weird. “Drago--?”

Ah. Now, she noticed the golden insect buzzing above him. Cynder frowned; the distaste was hard to keep from transferring over. “...I’ve never had one. Is his name Sparx?”

[thedeadlymillipedeart]

TLOS: Queen Cynder the Wind Guardian 

Drawing adult Cynder is so much easier than drawing young Cynder. Jewelry on the other hand is a pain to draw.

[escapedcorruption-blog]

Continued from here

The ebony dragoness hissed through sharp, clenched teeth, emerald eyes fixated on her side. She’d managed to dodge the fiery greeting from the unknown dragon, but the grazing heat still stung. Particularly with where she’d almost been struck.

“You almost got my wing,” she snapped, as the large, magenta appendage stretched out for inspection. No visible damage, good. Cynder huffed and raised her head to tell her opponent off, only to falter into startled silence.

Purple scales, red and yellow wings, bright yellow ridges, and a golden underbelly. No way, she had to be mistaken. He was smaller, as if he were younger than her. Yet, the resemblance was uncanny. That didn’t make sense. She stared quizzically at him. “...Who are you?”

[littlemusingthings]

I’M TINY AND ANGRY AND YOU BETTER FUCKING RUN

[spyrostuffbykrazykari]

Cynder by StaticDragon1

[artimator]

A little tribute to my favorite dragoness.