#tuonenlintu

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jlkhasdkjshlksjdklds I am crying I made a size comparison chart of my breeding pairs for fun and it thought the joke would be the Imp and the Spiral but no.

Apparenty Bledryn, who is breedchanged to Bogsneak, is suffering from that infamous size bug. He is fucking tiny.

Can’t see him? Look closely:

There he is!

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Studio Chibli aesthetics from the Pyramid Clan, part III

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Finding Home

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Tuonenlintu had started his journey in sole purpose to get the Sunbeam Ruins. To get to the city of Valtakunta, the once royal and wealthy clan he was born. He wanted to see had anything managed to survive during the palaces downfall, Prince Ruusukuus downfall. He remembered how the beautiful city was nothing but ruin and flames when he had escaped it with the mad prince. But something always survives, he was a living example of it.

In the deep spruce forests of Tangled Wood made his heart at ease. Tuon had only once before traveled through them, while mindlessly escaping the fallen kingdom and his own life that shattered with it. He had just run and fly till he couldn’t anymore.

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This time it was different. It was like Shadowbinder welcoming her long lost son back home. He had a map but he hadn’t even once looked at it after entering the land of deep mist and soft whispers. He just knew where he needed to go.

The forest was full of wonders. The bioluminescent mushrooms guided his way day and night. The thick pointy foliage of the spruces blocked most of the sunlight during the day, so nights when the fungi got more active with it bioluminescent were actually better time to travel. The dry needles shed from the trees made a soft but prickly carpet to the forest floor, smothering all sounds to whispers. The shed needles didn’t dry brown like in the Light territory, but ashy gray. The color palette around Tuon was from the ashy gray of the fallen needles, to the intense darkness of the spruce trunks and the deep almost purpley green of the foliage, to the cold whites and cyans from the glowing mushrooms. Even that he had never been here before in control of his senses he knew he was in home.

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At the root of the staircase to the golden highlands Tuon stopped. He couldn’t take one more steps or open his wings to fly up. The golden light stinged in his eyes that were adapted to the motherly darkness during the weeks in the forest. He stood there for a while, completely motionless but his mind was storming. Had he come back to see the destruction he and Ruusukuu had left behind them or to connect to his roots, to find the home of his soul? Had he come here to suffer with the past or find new strength for the future? The sun was rising. The warmth tingled his scales. That moment he knew he’d rather be in the arms of darkshaded trees. Tuonenlintu turned his back and walked to the welcoming shadows.

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Happy fucking birthday to tuonenlintu, who asked for some love from JFR and Tom Hiddleston and got some bonus Hemsworth thrown in as well!  Damn, she must have been a very good woman this year.