#the-dragon-forged

[nithhaiahh]

*Pokes the banshee* "Tiny.."

“WHA-. EXCUSE YOU?! I AM NOT TINY, just conventional size. Perfect for koala hugs and longs travels-

Wait. IT IS RUDE TO POKE A STRANGER AND CALL THEM THAT!!”

[remember-no-more]

✎+ UVU

Wait what? The post said sketch? Not super late fully painted birthday present to spend more than a month on while struggling with certain details?

Ah okay, nevermind, have it anyway before I forget to post it again (?)

[themsfightinblades]

Ignis raises his hand. He places them at her cheeks. He pinches and pulls them. Hueheueheueu

“You and I both know these aren’t the cheeks I meant, silly.” She can’t stop the giggle that tumbles from her lips.

She... she could get used to this.

[lccmchild]

✎+ commander his assassin uvu

[ Black ink on paper skin ]

Send ✎+ to receive a doodle of both of our muses.

(I slipped. I hope it’s okay that I took a bit of an artistic freedom for them in this AU ;A;

THANKS FOR THE PROMPT MWAH MWAH)

[wiindblume]

random { always accepting ! }: @the-dragon-forged​ crossed an angery birb - "Do. Not. Shoot! I swear, the armor is stolen. I don't even wear red. See, i got horns, i'm not human. Now please, lower your gun dagger feather thing?" He could sense the magic in it, it wasn't for show, and the pretty bird gird didn't seem to fuck around either

;-- ❧ If there was one thing she did not like, it was when culprits try to win their way out of getting speared right in the gut. 

         Vastaya eyes glowed a dim gold as crimson lips curled to fit the growl that emitted from them. Slender fingers tightly grasped around three feathers she summoned, sharp and ready to be used on their new target. Whoever this man was had a stench to him she did not like - something was up with him - and she was not going to let him get away that easily without some confrontation.

          Especially not with that attire he has.

      “ ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿ ᵒʳ ⁿᵒᵗ, ʸᵒᵘ’ʳᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰⁱⁿ ⁱᶜᵉ. ᵗᵉˡˡ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖᵘʳᵖᵒˢᵉ ⁿᵒʷ ᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ’ˡˡ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵃʸ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ. ”

          She had been through this before several times; she knew better. Her own kind have betrayed her in the past, so she knew better than to trust anyone even if they shared blood. It was always better to be safe than sorry.

       “ ⁱ ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ. ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏ ᴺ ᴼ ᵂ. ”

[tenebriiis-archived]

@the-dragon-forged​ whispered:  Ignis and Lebby standing opposite of each other, having their weird conversation. Also Ignis, inside: 'I am crushing on her, aren't i?'

[ ♦ ] – A delicate hand cradles her cheek with a softened demeanor than seconds ago; paying sheer attention to his words & all that may be wished to say. 'His Creator' he called her before; without a single drop of scorn for what could be perceived, & that without a doubt was something quite new in the past few centuries. Most emotions would have ranged from anger to hatred to breaking down... & yet beneath the scrutiny of golden hues, he's but a lonely lost man.

The Enchantress wouldn't mind offering him company if he so desired, & a purpose as well if he chose to.

"You seem quite lost in your thoughts, Ignis Dear~... It's something the matter?" Her ever whispered & velvety voice is offered, before a mischievous smile nest upon her night-coated lips.

                                  –  "Did a Cat got your tounge~?"  

[ncumenia-archived]

|| continuing from 🌒 || || @the-dragon-forged ||

Well, her grandmother had always said the best way to make friends was through their stomach. After all, Ernye had never been good at talking and interacting with people, not at all. Therefore, that’s why she preferred showing her admiration and affection through acts... Or food, in that case.

«After all, one should be a decent cook if they want to survive in the wild, right? They’re not going to make pies everyday, but whatever. Would you like to follow me, Ignis...? There’s also a nice meadow waiting for us. If we’re lucky enough, we’ll even be able to spot some wild tamus and goats! They’re even bigger than tamed ones!»

Beckoning the half-dragon to join her, the Rakkor led the way among tufts of fresh and dewy grass. Meanwhile, how could Ernye break the ice with him? He was a... Sort of dragon after all? There were so many legends about dragons in Targon, and some of her people swore to have seen one at least in their life.

Alas, most of those who had the “privilege” to witness one never came back to tell the tale.

«So... What do you think of my homeland, Targon...? Have I ever told you there are... Dragons, aye?»

[the-storm-chaser]

"By the way.... That's a damn nicr sword. Magical, right?"

‘Yeah, you could say that.’ She gave a small shrug before unsheathing the blade, holding it with both hands before her.  The crystal pulsed faintly, causing a tingling sensation in her fingertips.

‘You...know much about ‘magical’ weapons?’