#voraciousviscount

[slithering-saccharine]

And oh, do I ever have some things to catch up on...

Not only do I see that @voracious-viscount is back, but @queenvermin as well! How good to see the two of you again, though you do both seem a bit worse for wear... You'll overcome your difficulties, though, I'm sure.

[the-smallest-star]

@voraciousviscount

The rain poured down in freezing sheets, the steady rumble of thunder rippling through the air accompanied by the occasional flash of lighting to make shadows leap out at those caught in the horrendous weather.

One such person was a small lady named Hannah, lightly jogging to maybe find a place to wait out the storm. The only sound she could hear apart from the unsettling claps and grumbles above were her shivering breath and the splash of puddles from soaked shoes.

With her hood up it was difficult to make out any features of her face, a simple hooded jacket and loose fitting pants provided little protection from the elements. The only thing that could possibly stand out currently was the solid strip of a strange shimmering gold sealed around her right arm.

Already she could tell she was someplace few trod willingly, hardily a soul in sight as she approached a towering structure. Finally approaching the heavy set doors she reached for the knocker, wet cold fingers gripping the iron and knocking it three times to hopefully catch the attention of the occupants.

“Hello? Anyone home?” Hannah called, trying to ignore the freezing rain having soaked her to the bone. After a solid minute she let out a breath and puffed out her cheeks. Seemed no one was in, she’d have to try the next house.

[msdarkside55]

More Fanart of @slurku 's Lord Alexander and General Savor, I think I finally got their faces right...o3o d They are just random sketches I'm working on right now! Oh and a random sketching Darky who has no clue the lord is behind him...Darky's sketching the throne...o3o d Enjoy! X3

[tenebrixluna]

@voraciousviscount

“Aren’t you quite the big boy.” The shade’s tone was one of amusement. Dragons weren’t terribly common anymore-- she was lucky enough to be in the presence of one. This creature certainly appeared intimidating. Were she some mortal, she’d be likely to faint from the sheer sight of him.

“Have you a name, handsome?” Flirting was second nature, regardless of form. Allies could be won with charm and prey was easily swayed by a pretty face.

[lrper]

@voraciousviscount

To some people, there are days that would go according to their plans, even with just the intention to stay in their homes all day. To others, on the other hand...

WHAM!

The sound from the castle walls outside was heard. Those who had a view of this sudden commotion, they could already see a butterfly girl was falling down from the now cracked spot she was flicked at by a great force. Laying on the ground, her skin was full of bruises while her wings were slightly damaged to the point she couldn’t temporarily fly.

“Urgh...” She let out a faint sound signalling her pain. While she has started struggling to get herself up, the big monster came into view, eyeing her very angrily. Whatever she had done wasn’t something that the monster was very fond of.

The butterfly girl soon began to crawl back as much as she could. However, the monster was able to catch up and pin her down, making her let out a loud grunt and unable to move further.

Both of them know that this could seal her own fate. 

What they didn’t know was that this commotion disturbed the castle’s resident much bigger than them...

[ask-flip-frost]

DO YOU WANT THESE?

The exhausted little Fairy plunked down a large cauldron full of various jewels in front of her dragon friend with a small grimace.

“I don’t like... eclipses.” Flip mumbled, rubbing her tired eyes with tiny fists. “I’ve been barfing up precious stones all day. Frankly, I’m running out of room for them. Don’t worry, I’ve picked all the diamonds out and washed everything off.”

@voraciousviscount

[darkyaskblorg]

RP with Darkside

@voraciousviscount

Darkside softly poked at the burning fire he had just made. It was cold out tonight and he had just hunted deer for his dinner, it’s meat still cooking over the fire sending a delicious smell through the air. This didn’t however, block out the strong scent of something familiar yet foreign to him. He then began to stretch and opened his large metal wings causing them to pop at the joints, he hadn’t flown in a long while and his wings were tormenting him for it, the itch to fly was almost unbearable. He let out a soft yawn, it had been at least 3 days since he slept and he was exhausted, silly him for hiking in unfamiliar territory. He sighed and lay back against the cold tree and wrapped his wings and cloak around him to keep himself warm on this cold night, the smell, whatever it was felt threatening but he didn’t care, he thought that if someone wanted to kill him out here, that’d they’d better do it in his sleep, he was vulnerable now. He passed out a few minutes later, the fire dying down, his scorpion tail gently moving, a soft snore coming from his tired body underneath the soft blue light of the moon shining on his pure black skin, his dark brown hair moving in the cool wind of the night. The scent was getting overbearing, to the point of making him sneeze, whatever the scent was, it meant bad news, but being as stubborn as he was, he just slept.

[xx3veryonedi3sxx]

Dook, Dook

@voraciousviscount

A small figure stood tall -or, attempted too-; at the all too large door of the monstrous dragon castle. It had been a long time since she had last visited this castle, the land, and the residents inside. She almost wondered if she would be remembered. ~He better remember me~ Cynthia thought bitterly as the young face of her mortal form scowled.

Minutes passed, nothing was happening. She had not attempted to knock, all too used to being welcomed with open arms. Maybe the dragon was getting senile in his old age? Who knew, the girl idly shrugged to her own thoughts as she raised a small fist, knuckles rapping on the door.

-dook, dook-

She was rather embarrassed at the minuscule sound her frail looking hands made on the wooden door.

Staving off an tantrum fit for a queen she raised her hand again. A sick cracking echoed out as it deformed and shaped into a much larger, claw-tipped shadow-like hand.  She proceeded to knock on the door again, this time with far more vigor.

-BAM, BAM, BAM,-