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[hypergryph]

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Ancient Talos Animatic-The Ides

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 Ancient Talos Basics

Chieftains Designs

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WIP

Egg Eater Basics

Egg Eater Designs  + Update(LATEST VER.)

EE Voice Clip + Voice Clip2

Quick Tags: #eggeater lore #talosian lore #ancient!Talos lore

Non-Fanart Alias: Chimeriko

[bluedragon138]

I have made a wing theme for each dragon class resource for people to use freely on Flightrising.com I’m hoping i can expand these into different types and other creatures.

Enjoy!

[hypergryph]

I finally made a fr lore/story blog because of inspiration from you!! I don’t have much about my egg eaters yet tho!! I went with a similar premise of addicting magic soup that mutates you but the mutations work a bit differently and they’re going to be the main antagonists of my story. They end up being this really huge powerful cult-like clan instead of a small “family” but a lot of my inspiration was from you!!

Primordial soup cult? I need to sign up for this immediately ( ˘▽˘)っ♨ ☆(⁀3⁀)☆

The egg-eater 'effects' are based on magic, identity, and personal perception, but you said yours works differently? I'm really curious about the mechanics of this mutation soup! Is it a magical substance within that makes it addictive, or is it more psychologically in line with the manipulation of the cult itself? Is it the gamble in drinking it? Is it the promise of power, or perhaps of belonging that the soup represents that's so alluring to the members of this cult? And the mutations themselves...

Ah, goodness! Just a taste and the idea already has it's hooks in. Very good! Very good soup indeed!!

I'd love to read up on your lore(if you're alright with it, of course) this soup and it's mysterious yet powerful creators are simply intriguing and it gets the brain hungry for more.

Seeing certain story ideas take new shape when others wield them is one of my favorite things to witness as an artist. Thank you so much for taking the time to share a part of your journey with me, I hope to read more^^

[hypergryph]

Sooo what is star hunting? It’s a thing you mentioned for the cerulean chief I think it was? How do you hunt stars? I’m very curious about this! Like is it literal? Is “star” just the name of something that looks like stars? Some powerful beast maybe?

The Hidden Constellations. The Bestias Animus Astra.

These are the profound beasts of cosmic power that the Ancient Talosian Cerulean Clan once called their quarry. The Divine Star Beasts.

Residing in a thin, very precise layer of spirituality called Astral Space, these creatures are neither living nor dead. Their bodies are structured by a frame of arcane magic, woven with threads of divine spiritual energy, and constantly burn with something cosmic and otherworldly in origin. Something alien.

Star Hunting

To hunt a Star Beast is to acquire a concentrated piece of that cosmic energy, and upon wearing it the hunter shall be attuned to both their deepest selves, and the selves of others. The hunting skill of dragons who battle and best a Star Beast become legendary, their quarries magnificent, and the materials gathered from them potent in nutrition and quality. It was through this practice that the Cerulean Clan built their legacy amongst the other clans. You can see this in the clan's garb, most members sporting an heirloom passed down from their parents and grandparents.

You can see Notable members wearing their 'Star-Ivory Heirlooms' here, and below!

Significance

The practice, due to the slow decline in meditative practices(Necessary for entering Astral Space in the first place) has waned drastically in recent years, the last Cerulean to hunt a Bestia Animus Astra being the old Cerulean Chieftain Elder Orion.

The young Chieftain Arkadi wants desperately to return the Cerulean Clan to its former glory by reviving the practice, but unfortunate events in early childhood have left him spiritually disharmonized and internally unbalanced. He can't enter Astral Space...not on his own, at least...

His ambition will drive him. Whether its towards a path of healing and self-acceptance, or towards a path fraught with pain and despair, is entirely up to fate.

Thanks for the wonderful question!

[hypergryph]

...Goddamn it.

[hypergryph]

Arkadi, my little one... It's been far too long...Your story will be told, it is written in the stars.

I've been finishing this long overdue second chapter of Tales of Talos, and sincerely hope you guys enjoy the first sprouts of my efforts once they're posted^^ It's been a while since these guys have felt alive, like spring awakening from a cold, dark winter. Feels nice. Feels good.

*Tw: Dissociation Discussion*

My deepest apologies for the painfully long hiatus. It turns out the medication I was taking quite literally rewired my brain, and although it made me alert, it also induced what can now be identified as a dissociative fugue. On one hand, I would never recommend that level of emotional nonexistence to any artist(or...really anyone who enjoys having emotions at all). On the other hand, now that it's fading, the experience has provided some great material to pull from.

It was unlike anything I've ever been through. An absence of the self, despite total presence of the mind. You end up doing math on what you should be feeling, based on the memories of who you once were and who you know yourself to have been. Never have I felt so utterly in the dark. And never have I been so thankful for even the most painful of emotions now that I have them back.

Cherish your creativity, folks. Cherish every grain of bliss and grief.

Anyways, enough grandstanding! You want drama, theater, dragons!! Not the scribblings of some artist's diary.

I'll be finishing the chapter up in the next several days, so stay frosty my friends!!

[crimniko]

"Our voices are blades, and divine we will sing."

I may have been experimenting with guache lataely, and I wanted to make a full art piece, and for a reason, @hypergryph's Lord Talos came into my mind, being how regal and godly he is. So here I am ^^

[hypergryph]

@crimniko By Talos, this is magnificent. That glorious pose, the wind whipping through his feathers, the arc of sphere lights above...I can see his as a banner hanging in a wing of the royal Talosian halls. The swell of inspiration!! The magnificence! Ah you even got the little quote on his character page :3 ^^

Smiling like a fool in broad daylight at this, thank you crim^^ Absolutely beautiful piece

[hypergryph]

My hand slipped…

[hypergryph]

Every time I get back into fr it’s because I see something of your art. Usually egg eater lore lol. It inspired me to make my own. It’s gone from “what if there was a clan of egg eaters in my lore?” To the story now being called “The Second Coming Of The Gods” and involving every flight and also the shadow stuff I forget the name of right now haha

But anyway, thank you for sharing your art and stories!! It means a lot to me and my partner and really inspires us and our shared lore!!

(Digging in my inbox) Oh? What's this?

(Sees date) Oh gods...this was months ago...

I'm so sorry this is late. I didn't realize this was in my inbox.

AS FOR THE ASK ITSELF.

It's really a strange, yet fantastic feeling! To hear about people's lore evolving and to see them having a blast by bouncing off of each-others creativity, it's one of the very best things about this community. I'm seriously honored that you and your partner found my egg-eater ideas to be entertaining, especially enough to pick up the game again^^

"The Second Coming of the Gods" sounds intriguing as hell simply from the title alone, and is especially so with sheer lore potential for the Shade and the flight gods: Corruption, imbalance vs balance, matter vs antimatter, magic vs mundane, immortality vs mortality, ect ect. There's a million ways beyond what I can imagine for that lore to be weaved, and the thought of that is pure ambrosia.

If you and your partner are ever up for sharing your story, I'd really love to read it^^ Thank you so much for sending me this, it warms the heart faster than a hot coal in a cup of cocoa. ^^ Hope you two have a wonderful October!!

[hypergryph]

Hello there. As a lover of dragons myself, I think all of your artwork of dragons are amazing. Keep up the good work. 👍👍

Thank you so much! I don't think I have the capacity to stop drawing dragons...as a concept they deserve all the love in the world, from now 'till the end of time.

[hypergryph]

"Some secrets are locked away for a reason..."

Arkadi could not have known what lay in wait beneath the ashen shell of the relic's exterior. His gaze had always strained upwards, past the heavens and deep into the realm of the stars themselves, hungry and anxious, desperate to reclaim the long lost glory of his now humble clan...Such a fiercely covetous prince, plagued by an obsessive sense of pride. How neglectful he's been. How utterly selfish...How tragically blind.

Arkadi has made this mistake before. How catastrophic must the consequence be for him to finally learn?

[hypergryph]

Matthias’ backstory has now been packaged into a neat little WIP animatic! I hope you enjoy!

Time to overexplain the story and maybe cringe a little, but  who cares ^^

OK LET’S GO:

This is actually an unreliable narration from Matthias’ point of view. To him, he was only able to gain the trust and love of his Mother, while his Father and brother shunned him.  Overwhelmingly afraid to welcome another sibling into his home(and therefore another person that would inevitably hate him) Matthias, out of pure fear and impulse, ate his unhatched sibling. Upon doing so, he felt that he was not only undeserving of his Mother’s love, but also haunted by the murderous spirit of his sister.

In reality, Matthias’ family loved him completely. His father found Matthias, among other things, mercilessly pillaging birds’ nests to collect eggshells, and would scold him for such behavior. Matthias’ brother would argue constantly about the horrid things Matthias would say, sometimes to the point of desperation. His mother did love him unconditionally, but was extremely worried for his future. And finally, the ghostly apparition of the sister is entirely imaginary, and only serves to encourage Matthias’ habit of eggeating.

[hypergryph]

(Reblogging for my convenience, I want to finish/redo this animatic)

ALSO NOTE: Matthias' ghost sister was SCRAPPED as an idea for EggEater Lore a long time ago so...lets just ignore that part haha. No ghost sister. He's just a bad egg.

[crimniko]

A hunter sharing the beauty of a long lost art

Arkadi by @hypergryph

[hypergryph]

Crim, this is amazing I'm in love with your style!! The shading on the garb and the lighting on the leaves, oh my goodness!! What a wonderful thing to wake up to^^ thank you so much for drawing Arkadi, Crimniko:3

Wonderful artwork by the talented @crimniko !! :D

[hypergryph]

Hypergryph has a BAD FUCKING NIGHT//Idiot artist can't draw// dies inste...

[hypergryph]

"I don't like the forest. What if I run into another monster?"

He's supposed to be scouting ahead, but he's not very good at it...

[hypergryph]

Short response to @polarized-bell-goat 's egg eater Oc story

[polarized-bell-goat]

NOTE: THE FOLLOWING LORE CONTAINS MENTIONS OF EATING EGGS. Beyond that, there isn't much graphic-ness contained within it. For the sake of everyone, I will be including the small story that goes with this in a read-more, and I will not be main tagging it. Take care of yourselves!

The specific Egg-Eating lore I'm using here belongs to @hypergryph! If you're in to this sort of semi-horror stuff, go look at their stuff!

Myfi had been traveling for weeks.

He knew why he was somehow still alive, despite the hunger gnawing at his stomach.

Months ago now, he had sought out a rare delicacy that he had only heard of one group of dragons indulging in-dragon eggs.

The aforementioned group was gone at this point, most likely either locked in a prison, or dead somewhere, but hey, Myfi was curious. Curious as to why they'd do that. Why they'd eat another dragon's eggs.

But once he'd managed to crack open that Arcane egg and partake in the wonders beneath that shell, he understood.

Since then, he'd been running through the lands, stealing whatever eggs he could, constantly partaking in that forbidden ambrosia-and not once had he been caught.

Not once until now, his head pinned to the floor by a Fae far too large to be normal.

With a creak like his bones weren't in right, the Fae turned over the ice egg he'd taken from Myfi's grasp.

"My my, friend," the Fae spoke in a way that matched how he moved, "now what were you just about to do?" Spiraled eyes flickered to a nearby sharp rock, and Myfi swallowed hard.

"Hungry," Myfi croaked out, deciding to take the route of pretending he was desperate for food. Somewhere else, his Dreadwolf was being kept at bay by the Fae's Pronghorn. The Fae's smile creaked open wide, needle-like teeth poking out of drawn back gums. At that moment, Myfi realized this very much was not a normal Fae, if his size was any indication.

"Well I suppose we should introduce ourselves, hm?" the Fae fluttered his crest and chuckled, the birdskulls around his neck clacking together, "my name is Skink," he paused for a moment to step back off Myfi's head, "and yours is....?"

"Myfi," Myfi shook himself off, deciding to play through the lie, "I...I've been lost for ages, and I was so hungry that one time I...I ate a dragon egg," no one else was around, and it was clear if this...'Skink' wanted to kill him, he'd already be dead, "But now...gods, if I don't have them, my body gets these....awful aches, and I...I have to. I have to eat them or-"

"Hm, addiction is a nasty thing," Skink seemed to glare through the shell of the egg he was holding, "but I suppose magical ones can't be fixed, can they?"

Myfi caught the egg as it was tossed back to him, and he stared at it, then at Skink, who waved his talons.

"That one tries to kill me when he's older, have at it, consider it a gift."

The Fae turned away, and Myfi immediately turned to whack the egg against the rock with a CRACK, slurping up the minty fluid inside. Clearly his false story had been taken face-value, and he wanted to laugh to himself, not even thinking of what Skink had said when he had given Myfi the egg back.

"When you're done with that, feel free to follow me home," Skink offered, "My clan is very fond of misfits. Oh! And one more thing, Myfi,"

Myfi looked up from his meal, allowing his Dreadwolf to take her fill, seeing Skink staring over his shoulder at Myfi.

The Fae's face had dropped, bright red eyes staring right towards him.

"Don't ever lie to me again."

[hypergryph]

"... barbarians...Didn't even use a bowl..."

@polarized-bell-goat (I loved this, especially Skink! That fae is terrifying)