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@teardownheaven Asked: "Mighty Smaug! Golden One! Master of the Lonely Mountain!" His voice echoes clearly from the gates of Erebor, pitched to carry as well as possible to entreat the dragon deep within. Lexaeus takes a deep breath, and continues his address. "Bringer of fire and destroyer of Dale! I bring you gifts, and beg an audience! Grant me permission to tread within your domain!"

The sound is more than enough to wake him, voice echoing off the cavernous walls of Erabor and carrying itself to him. He listens close as he rouses, a deep breath enough to bring the flame in his chest to a full burn and begin to heat the damp air of the halls to something far hotter than the comfortable cool of shadowed stone.

He stretches under the sea of gold coins, wings sending them sliding in all directions, both back down onto his back and further away from him as he repositions himself into a place more fit for... Company.

“Enter, bearer of gifts!” His volume is sure to be heard even by human ears, rattling scattered pebbles with it’s depth. “Leave all where it lies!” A warning that few would get, but one he gave regardless. It has been quite some time since he was woken so graciously, after all.

#Verse; King Under The Mountain || Under Erabor #Lex is off to a genuinely great start

One thing that will never cease to delight me about rping Smaug is that i adore having him meet people from games/shows where dragons are a Known Thing and in many of these cases, such as Dragon Age, dragons are Known Thing that is Hunted, but in A L L of these cases smaug could eat the dragons they’re familiar with for breakfast and none of these people are prepared for a dragon of his magnitude.

#;OOC

byjove

Me: *Removes my cat from my lap to do something else.*

My cat: Father is...evil? Father is unyielding? Father is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the world as a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this household.

cryoverkiltmilk

The spiritual successor to Miette

manicgoblinnightmarewoman

Might I also add

shydestinybread

May i add the piece from artist Verbal Vomit

unyanizedcatboys

Glad to see we’re all in agreement that cats talk like disparaged victorian children

#this is life w/ pocket smaug #except that he actually talks #;Witless Wyrm || Crack

smaug is basically just an 80 ton scaly winged cat

#;OOC

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Ansem tried not to make a face at the stench of the dragon’s breath, foul as it was. He crossed his arms, staring up at the beast unperturbed. And unafraid. Perhaps that was foolish of him. Certainly it was, but he didn’t truly care. Even if this dragon killed him, it’s not like he’d actually die.

“Ah, I see. I, too, have a kingdom to call my own. Well, one of a sort. I am Ansem, Seeker of Darkness.” He gave a short bow. “I do apologize if my comment offended. I only spoke as such because I was struck by your immense…majesty.”

He smirked a bit again– If this Smaug was anything like the other dragon he’d known, flattery was the true currency of this realm.

“I’ve come from a far off world to study the darkness here, and your lovely kingdom is quite a deep well of it. I find it most intriguing.”

Insolence drips off the little creature before him in much the same manner that saliva drips from his own maw, thick rivulets of it sliding down his jaw. The liquid hisses it’s warning as it pooled on the ground below his head and at Ansem’s feet, bubbling as it ate through the fallen carcasses of insects that had made their way so far inside his caverns and starved.

“Do not think me swayed by such hollow words, Seeker of Darkness. They do not hide your impiety.” The words are a rumble are a growl, scaled lips curling up to show sharp teeth the easily the length of Ansem’s torso with every word. “Disgusting, insolent little shadow thing.”

#andallsoend #Verse; King Under The Mountain || Under Erabor

@andallsoend Asking: "My, my, what a beast. Big hulking thing, aren't you? And such a darkness for one that breathes fire. Interesting." Ansem smirked and squinted up at the dragon.

“Hulking Beast?” The depth and volume of his rumbling growl makes the gold coins around him clatter and dance, and firelight shines in his eyes, though there is no external source of flame. Offense makes his mouth run over with drool, thick rivers of it running between his teeth and over his scales where it dripped to the gold hoard in long strands.

He doesn’t need to move much, pushing himself up slightly and leaning his head further forward towards the insulting invader, “Have you no sense or knowledge where you roam?” Breath caring on it the smell of sulfur and the heat of a smelting furnace, rolls over the bug in waves. “You walk the halls of Smaug The Golden, shadow welp, and such disrespect carries a heavy cost in my kingdom.”

#andallsoend #ANSEM HAS MADE A BAD DECISON #Verse; King Under The Mountain || Under Erabor

@blackasteriia Asked: “Do you have opposable thumbs?”

This little thing that has come into his mountain smells of magics, of life and light with the underlying scent of some blessed metal hanging over it like it’s sorry little attempt at a threat. Whatever it is, it is, it’s presence is not appreciated, and the smell of it alone makes him feel as though there is a threat of some Maia treading into his domain.

“I believe, little made-thing, you have more pressing things to be concerned about than the movement of my thumbs.”

#blackasteriia #Verse; King Under The Mountain || Under Erabor

i recognize that the the desolation of smaug made his body pattern that of a wyvern but given that it is a stupid ass decision i have elected to ignore it

#;OOC

e-seal-deactivated20210319

literally impossible to kill (professionally diagnosed)

#;I Am Old And Strong Strong Strong || Musings

hurricanewinged

I kill where I wish and none dare resist. I laid low the warriors of old and their like is not in the world today. Then I was but young and tender. Now I am old and strong, strong strong.

Like or Reblog if you’re interested in RPing with Smaug The Golden. Book and Movie(s) Inspirations. Headcanon Heavy. Crossover and OC friendly. Penned by Henry.

#;Self Promo #reblog this please #need some followers

I kill where I wish and none dare resist. I laid low the warriors of old and their like is not in the world today. Then I was but young and tender. Now I am old and strong, strong strong.

Like or Reblog if you’re interested in RPing with Smaug The Golden. Book and Movie(s) Inspirations. Headcanon Heavy. Crossover and OC friendly. Penned by Henry.

#;Self Promo