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I don’t know where I’m at, but since the hibernal den update I’ve been able to move out my nests, so maybe I’ll be coming back to play?
Blog’s spring-y clean! Besides my art, etcw, and whatever escaped... May have misplaced some of my own stuff. I’ll bring it back when I find it or someone else does...
This is my custom progen, Tessen. She’s spicing up this post.
Cotton is not too happy. Somebody probably dumped dried fish in his perfectly-seasoned sauce.
I never know how to do Tundra faces. Sometimes I go for polar bear; this time was a bit more dinosaur-y?
Happy Second Christmas, Folks!
Born in death with eyes and lips sealed black—she should not have survived.
She was born as were all others of the Witch Queen's broods: still. It had been dawn when the quiet chirrups had begun to sound from the eggs, the first crack appeared on the shells, but it became the time when the day fell into the cold embrace of the next coming and the eggs had only become quiet and quieter still.
The Queen had already been defeated. Her first brood with the grey prince had sought to bring a much desired heir to the clan. The prince had gone and the hatching day had come, but it had born no fruit. She'd then thought to breed one of royal blood, to be promised to the fire prince (descent of the clan's black prince, though born to another god). Once again, the nest bore nothing but empty shells.
This was the second brood the Imperial had sired, third for the Fae. She may be magic, but he was Plague, and Plague dragons are loathe to admit defeat. When she'd left, he'd set to work to reveal the small bodies within. His talons worked deftly, more delicate than thought possible of a massive dragon upon the tiniest of eggs.
It was something of a surprise to discover the minute Imperial cub coiled within. Perhaps less so the black sap-like substance that seeped from the mouth and eyes. It was not uncommon in Imperials, though as with Emperors, no one knew why. The body was set aside without a word. It would have to be burned... dragon or dragonet, Imperial bodies were to be handled with care.
He returned with mantles, to prepare them for the death rites, as had been done for the one before. The little Fae kit was stiff, the wetness from the egg drying to reveal dull scales which shed as she was swaddled in her shroud. The Imp cub still glittered. He wondered if he had bothered to break the shell sooner, if she may have survived. There was movement, he thought, but it was shallow. He could have imagined it. He stroked the slick skin with the pads of his talons. The scales did not come away. There was a slight hint of a breeze against his paw, but being in the Wind domain, that meant nothing—gusts and gales would arise anywhere. Still, he sat back and prodded, inspecting for signs of life.
The mantle was dipped in hot water flavored with herbs. It was not meant for bathing, but custom was disregarded. The drake was trying to clean the cub of the black sap, but it always seemed like more would bleed out. It wasn't much of a wonder why this one didn't make it out of the shell—it had been suffocating! He'd finally lain the cub inside the now half-empty bowl, where the heat and the spice found its way to dissolve the substance that clung to the insides of the frail body. Black tinted the mix, moving in slow swirls like freshly-spilled oil on water, though without any sheen. Blacker than shadow, he thought, Strange.
The black suddenly reverted direction as it was sucked back in through the maw, then expelled with force. The cub arched, cries literally drowned out. Though in shock, the larger dragon acted with haste. Removed from the water, the cub finally found breath, but it was a rough, wet sound. The remaining black sap still impeded proper function. It was not an easy task to flush the sickening substance from the tiny creature, but it was done. She'd begun life dead, and then drowning, but somehow she'd broken through the veil.
AUTHOR NOTE(S): Stillborn. She should actually have a real name, but when she was first born, I’d went: Oh, cool! I got an Imperial from them. Too bad it’s the wrong sex! *Prepares for exaltation.* Wait a minute.... Anyways, I still haven’t got a name.
... 66 to go!
People realize that Lore (both cannon and lair) aren’t concrete, right? Stories aren’t written to remain the exact same, they’re up for interpretation, and there’s a lot of stuff we don’t know 100% and can head-cannon about. If you think that aspects of lore can’t be tweaked and can’t be changed than you’ve never read a story.
I’m really, really fucking tired of seeing in the Suggestions “BUT THAT GOES AGAINST THE LORE!!1!!1” Against a perfectly logical and possible suggestion. Emperor Raid attack involving multiple clans? Sure, given enough clans, and having it as a set amount of turns you need your team to survive to get rewards instead of killing it, it still fits in with lore. BUT NYYOOOOOO. THAT GOES AGAINST WHAT THE ENCYCLOPEDIA SAYS. OBVIOUSLY, dragons are fat cowards who would cry home to their momma and poppa because the big scary Emperors were eating their friends who they shot in the wing so they could get away! Clearly, they’d all be cowards and not even put up a fight or come to their neighbor’s aid and just scream “LOL GET REKT NEWBS” as the Emperor chops on them faster than a bowl of butt-rocks. No, no. They’ll just be curled up in the back of their lair waiting for mommy and daddy to fix the problem watching as their friends and family gets eaten alive by a terrifying monster.
This site is so afraid of change, I swear to god.
And that, dear viewer, is how I got kicked out of dragon hell...
I can probably help clear this up. If I’m guessing right and you’re talking about the entire “foot”, it might make you feel better to know that’s not a foot at all. Unlike humans, many animals (as are the dragons on the site) digitigrades, meaning what we call a foot on our bodies is actually part of their leg! If you stood on your toes you would get the same affect, and if you look at Pipp, you’ll notice her feet are quite small, because it shows how the leg is different.
I hope this helps at all, and maybe gives you some closure so you don’t have to be tormented by a lair of fae feet
Have a draw—and despair!
I had said some long time ago that I’d try and make Swiftwing templates for people to play with, so here I am, trying to figure them out. That beak was more difficult than it looked, I swear... I don’t know how I’m going to do this. I can’t make crackle, I definitely can’t do irishim, and I don’t think I can shade site-style.
Lore? Lore...! No canon just headcanon. Swiftwings: Apparently such a failure that all gods actively deny having had a part in their creation. Nobody can figure out which one is lying. Dragons debate as to whether they are or are not real dragons. WTF is a wyvern? A very nurturing breed; the few that join god-allied dragon clans will often become caretakers to multiple broods. However, they’ll tend to their own in solitude.
Someday...
Brain: I’m going to draw a handsome Tundra, in uniform, and color it! Hand: Rule number one—you don’t make the rules!
Artistic autonomy is merely a delusion.
People seem to be taking notes from my step-by-step of a Tundra. Made me think of the confusion (and horrified realization) Faes always bring. Have some extra notes.
Warning: Step 1 may cause disturbance of your peace of mind. Step 2 may have side effects, including lair purge.
You can really see the point at which I quit giving a damn! Sometime while I was trying to sketch the face, of which there’s literally nothing left. Here’s the final version, solo. It’s this dergy (currently still a Coatl baby)~
And here’s a Skydancer-Wildclaw hybrid scrap.
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You can really see the point at which I quit giving a damn! Sometime while I was trying to sketch the face, of which there’s literally nothing left. Here’s the final version, solo. It’s this dergy (currently still a Coatl baby)~
And here’s a Skydancer-Wildclaw hybrid scrap.
Trying to figure out the coloring: mane style, scales, lines...
I owe this thing... like... with interest |D