#dragon tribe

[lunaeclips]

This is Ghost, a top favorite dragon oc of an original tribe of dragons made by me. (Bet you can’t guess what her color scheme is based off of)

Rant under the line

She is part of a spider tribe, of which I can’t decide what it should be called. The reasons for that are one; eight limbs, two; venom in teeth/fangs (very similar to how a snake injects venom into its victim). The spikes of the back of the head can help to indicate the age of the dragon. Adult age is considered to be 18, which is when the growing of the spikes dramatically slows down. The more spikes they have and the longer they are indicate how old they are.

They have retractable claws, which are very similar to how a cats retractable claws work. To indicate danger, they clack their spikes against each other to create a hollow clacking sound (sounds like when drum sticks are clacked together). The oldest dragon in her tribe is around 150 years old and is the queen (her name is Tarantula, coincidentally).

Every dragon has different color schemes, with practically all of them being in similar colors to spiders (anywhere around the world). Everyone is names after some kind of spider or spider-related natural thing. You can make your own oc’s too, no one’s stopping you! :)

[olivestones]

Quick art dump bc I'm working on too many art pieces

[dragonsndoodles]

Skywing Base! The last one! I will post a separate image with the link to the downloads for anyone interested in using them 

[svenson777]

SUIDAKRA “Dragon Tribe" (Album: Lupine Essence, 1997)

[mamimi-07]

Talium's True form. MY GOD WHAT HAVE I'VE DONE YO. @felostheir

[the-thomas-castle]

Warnings: Torture

Not for a minute were they left alone in this fire-forged, ice-cold room. Their shoulder wound had been reopened, bandages well-worn and bloody even before they were taken captive for punishment. Red and bloody lines wrapped around their legs from whip strokes they hadn’t bothered to count. They waited for someone to start giving them rules, shouldn’t they be given some? They always were. Even with Mother, the punishments weren’t this intense, ever, but they had rules. 

But no one had even spoken to Heart, or Viitorul Nostru, as they had been addressed, since they’d been told of their crimes. It had instead been, one guard after another, for hours at a time, going in a rotation for who was dealing out the overlapping whip strokes. Well, one used the whip especially, but these guards had been specially chosen for their specialty weapon. The one who used the whip had extensively long, brown hair and tattoos all over his chest and arms. And with force that they could not have expected from his smaller frame, the way he whipped at them forced them to let go of their legs. The next had made it so it hurt to move their leg away from where it had been straightened out. Whip after whip, lash overlapping lash overlapping lash. Their jeans had been torn up, stained red. 

The next guard was taller, hair short and cropped, free of tattoos, all but one. One of a glowing knife. There was two frosted-over knives at his side and one in his hand. They got one minute to breathe, one minute where they weren’t being continuously hurt.

They almost reverted back to how they would react when Mother was teaching them, punishing them. They almost tried to pull away as he started cutting into their arm, superficial cuts, but in shapes, then deepened with added pressure on the knife that sends them reeling into a panic attack. They tried to pull their legs in again, but they burned, almost completely opposite of what the knife is doing. At least with the whipping, it didn’t remind them of anything else, and they could blink back the tears, knowing that they would do nothing to make the guards stop. But the ice cold knife brought them back to some of their first few lessons. 

The guard almost hesitates, but keeps going, harshly holding down their stabbed shoulder to keep them still. If their vision was unclear before, it was red now, and then went black.  They fell still, and finally the guard pulled away, sheathing the third knife. 

“We will continue when they awaken again. Keep watch until you are relieved by another officer.” Foc’s voice came through the speaker. He’d been watching. He’d been watching all of it.

[dawnshimmerstar]

Here are two Winterhorns from the history of Palera

Princess Kaguya who was designed by @/flamewafflz_ on discord

And Lady Ermine who was designed by me

I had originally gotten Kaguya as a icewing but turned her into a Winterhorn to fit her into my story

[dawnshimmerstar]

Day 13 of Oc-tober an oc that dies, so for today we have King Crow from my Palera story at the start of Palera he is the king of the Featherscale's though he gets killed on his way home to them after getting out of his imprisonment from the enemy tribe