#vikora desdin

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HEY YOU! YES YOU!

SNEK JUDGE! YOU KNOW THE DRILL!

One troll per reblog

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Decided to line and color my sketch on a whim

My iridescent wyvern baby man

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> You prowl along the forest floor. It had been a couple of wipes since you actually HUNTED for food, but your senses were no less sharp. The grubs you’ve been dining on from the adjacent jade caverns your underground abode was connected to wasn’t cutting it anymore and, surprisingly, an unwitting troll hasn’t dropped into your domain in quite some time.

> Honestly you wished you could just be normal, eat normal food, have a normal life. It’s not so much you resent your mutations though, it’s that you wished society was different.

> But here you are; shirtless, low to the ground, your hair tied up in a barely-held-together bun-..nope. You just felt the hairtie snap. An unfortunate casualty to that mighty mane.

> With a flick of the tongue you caught the scent of something. Digging your claws into the soft soil you stalked through the underbrush towards the scent, hiding your meaty visage as best you could.

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-=A New Dusk=-

CW: Blood mention, two unnamed troll deaths

Takes place during and after [REDACTED]’s escape.

[REDACTED] belongs to @goddesstrolls

Silence..

The air was thick with smoke and dust, blocking the last rays of the evening sun as it set into a new night. The only sounds emanating from the ruined city was the distant crumbling of buildings losing bits of themselves- or just falling over completely as well as alarms of various kinds blaring in the distance in broken cadence, leaving the city in an eerie scene.

One particular pile of rubble that was once a convenience store seemed to shift though. A pair of trolls that had managed to escape death stood in front of it wondering if it was someone they should help..or if they should run.

They should have ran.

A large tail broke through the rubble, sending a particularly heavy chunk of concrete into one of the trolls while the other was mindlessly thwacked off their feet into a nearby pile of jagged debris. The tail thrashed about until’ more of its owner began to emerge backwards out of the rubble. Wings, legs, and soon a head broke free, letting out a snarl of a groan as it stumbled back like a newborn hoofbeast still finding their footing.

Sleek black scales adorned its body, glittering violet in the right light..deep violet bellyplates..and a large mane sitting between a pair of candycorn horns-..

The wyvern seemed to hold a striking resemblence to Vikora.

The wyvern didn’t have much time to learn of its existence before the rumbling of footsteps and caterpillar tread could be heard closing in. It glanced up the moment it noticed a ginormous shadow passed over, the pupil of its good eye slitting at the sudden imagery of a dragon soaring overhead...escaping.

Which is what he should be doing, he now realized.

The once-silent corner of the city was soon filled with shouting. And shooting. And hissing. Vikora scrambled for a more intact building on his wings and legs in a vain attempts of escaping. He hooked claws into the windows and made the climb as bullets whizzed past his new, broader frame.

He soon came to a part of the building that wildly blazed out of control, leaving him with only two options: to take the leap..or to die.

Vikora took the chance. It wouldn’t be much different than gliding..right? He reeled back, before throwing himself off the side of the building. It was a near-plummet but he managed to extend his new appendages before he’d meet an untimely end on some rebar. Using the updraft of a nearby burning building he made his way out of the city on gliding ability alone.

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He followed the trail of blood left behind by the dragon he’d been searching for for weeks now, up until’ he saw said dragon being taken by a tealblood and his entourage.

...So he resigned himself to follow in this newer, larger, leggier body; attempting flight the whole time.

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sSs death from below..death from above sSs

sSs reckoning..ravager sSs

sSs revenge sSs

Vikora shot upright off of his bed of furs before collapsing to his hands, gasping and sputtering as beads of sweat ran down his drenched form.

It almost felt hard to breathe for a moment, but he couldn't place why. The moment his eyes had shot open his head emptied of what he was dreaming as if protecting his psyche from something harmful.

He swallowed in deep breaths as evenly as possible, his tail twitching erratically as he worked to calm himself down. A nightmare perhaps, he wondered? He hadn't had one of those since he was a wriggler.

All he knew currently was that when he sat up onto his coils, smoothing his hair back away from his face that everything felt off..

..And colder.

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Also I drew Vikora in dragon form 

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> After coming across what you did, and leaving a trail of claw-marks in your wake you come across a paved road cutting through the forest. Of course you (sort of) knew what roads were. They lead to where the people is.

> You weren’t sure why you were going to where the people is but it just..felt like something you needed to do. So you follow the road along the tree-lines, your tail pressing down the underbrush in your wake.

> Honestly you just wanted to see your Patron again. You’ve been having feelings you couldn’t quite describe. Feelings of anguish, dread and a tempered seething. Seeing the corpse of something that gave you the same feeling of reverence as Her has left you in a state of unease and has just been compelling you to keep moving.

> You also remember what you were told: that your brand of mutations might not get you culled. Perhaps that info is what got you out of the hive?

> Either way your current situation was this: You were on the side of the road, with unexplainable emotions, far from home and your only possessions were a whip and a little stone dragon you keep in your inside breast pocket.

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> The night felt oddly chilly to you as you slinked through the underbrush of the forest, moving more inland and further from your coastal underground dwelling.

> Ever since that dream you had, you found it hard to go back to sleep. Your mind was racing with questions and confusion. Maybe a “walk” would help, you thought.

> So you donned some clothes you wore for posterity and made your way out, making sure you were armed as well. 

> You knew for sure though there was one face that kept popping up when you’d try to remember what you were dreaming about.

> Hers.

> When you met the giantess that one night you thought for sure it was no mere coincidence. She became your Patron because you thought that’s what that meeting meant to you.

> In your bid to try and piece together what the fuck was going on it wasn’t until’ now that you realized you came to a clearing, with the only thing between you and civilization being a thick line of trees about a mile long.