Spiral Male
Cherry / Carmine / Twilight , Fern / Lode / Points

seen from Saudi Arabia

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Spiral Male
Cherry / Carmine / Twilight , Fern / Lode / Points
G1 plague dragons that i plan to connect with lore <3
it sounds like a clickbait title
Three of the Clan Elders
Left: Pestil, Captain of the Den-Guard - Shadow Mirror Right: Vulka, Forgemistress - Fire Ridgeback Bottom Right: Lady XII, Advisor of the Lords -Plague Imperial
lair concept art!! this would be the entrance!!
i’m really enjoying making the lore tbh
Sandsurge Male
Lead / Blood / Ruby , Chrysocolla / Marlin / Flameforger
Plague Faceted
Pearlcatcher Female
Obsidian / Sanguine / Sanguine , Tiger / Butterfly / Glimmer
Plague Dark Sclera
The Fury of the Blood
“I am your Hate that burns in our veins.”
The furious warrior swung his axes with unbridled thirst. Arcs of split ichor and limbs fly around him. The screams of his enemies almost sweet under the throbbing beats in his ears.
“I am your Hammer who crush all who stand in our way.”
Wild and mad with veins pushing the burning heat from his blighted heart, his eyes saw little more than shapes trying to attack or escape. It didn’t matter. All in his sight were to be butchered. The stench of fear a perfume that filled his howling lungs. A skull crunched under his boot and ribs collapsed by a tail’s slap.
“I am your Talon to tear the throat of the weak.”
The Stern Father and Goring Son cleaved a thick neck, the pointed snout of a ridgeback was sent flying over. Body smacked aside as a shield before they sundered rank of mirrors left and right. A Snapper’s thick skull caught Stern Father’s heavy bite and gripped tight. It did not stop him.
“I am your Teeth to devour those we hunger for.”
With a bulging flex of arm, he heaved the convulsing body of dense mass and armored weight, fluids falling to be caught in thuirsty laps before slamming the body as a pseudo-cudget onto a screeching wildclaws. Crushing one and twos before the skull finally released. Something jumped and bite at his ridged and maned throat. Talons clawing at hardy scales and tested breastplate. A bloody maw roared back into the brave soul’s face and crushed throat into a tearing chew. Crunch! Crunch! The putrid acids eating like a liquid flame, drinking and swallowing.
“I am Humad, your Son who claim your rage as his.”
Humad heaved and breathed. Blood running from his lips, vision pulsating now. The throbbing beating in his skull like wardrums. More. MORE! Kill more! With a scream of Nine Hells, the Guardian charged with a mad spatter of his warcry. “For those Born of Blood! For the Clan Father! For the Clan Mother! For the Blood!” The enemy fed his rage wellon this day.