Tales from Post-War Pyrrhia

keepeith: i thought about making a character to be Daughter’s...

Wed, 27 Jun 2018 00:03:43 -0400

keepeith:

i thought about making a character to be Daughter’s opposite and… Son came to be

thingstracersays: maojin: tracer and emily for pride...

Wed, 27 Jun 2018 00:00:53 -0400

thingstracersays:

maojin:

tracer and emily for pride month!
@things-emilysays 🧡🧡🧡

oosanbashi: damn why is the horse so weak

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 23:54:15 -0400

oosanbashi:

damn why is the horse so weak

School’s Out9. Lost in the Rainforest“I think it’s this way,” Mindreader said, inspecting a...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 20:00:27 -0400

School’s Out

9. Lost in the Rainforest

“I think it’s this way,” Mindreader said, inspecting a wide tree trunk crawling with vines.

“How can you tell?” Fearless replied, exasperated. “It all looks the same!”

“Not quite!” Mindreader pointed at the tree. “See those vines?”

“Mindreader! There are vines EVERYWHERE!”

The NightWing looked around at the vine-covered undergrowth. “Hmm… You have a point.”

“It’s almost nightfall!” Fearless said. “How are we ever going to get back to the village?! Oh, why didn’t we leave with the RainWings?”

A loud hooting noise made both dragonets freeze. An aggressive and guttural sound, repeating several times before quietly fading away. The dragonets looked left and right, trying to discern the source through the darkening rainforest.

“…It’s probably just an orangutan or something dumb like that,” Mindreader said, though she looked a little shaken. “Come on, if just keep walking, we’ll get there eventually! You’re the last dragon I’d expect to freak out in a situation like this.”

“Huh? Why?!”

“Well… you know. Fearless.”

Fearless gave Mindreader a murderous glance.

The hoot sounded again, right next to the dragonets, who screamed and clutched each other for dear life.

“Guys, what are you doing?” Siamang dropped down from above, landing deftly on the mossy floor.

“SIAMANG!” Fearless cried, wrapping the RainWing in a hug.

“Whoa! Nice to see you too, I guess.”

“Aha!” Mindreader pointed to a furry, orange creature looking in on them. “I was right! It was an orangutan!”

The orangutan hooted and leaped away.

“Please take us home,” Fearless said mournfully. “I’m so tired. I just want to see my family again.”

“Uh, sure, right away,” Siamang said. “Can you let go of me, though?”

“Oh. Sorry.” Fearless released her clutch on the RainWing.

“You know, for someone named Fearless, you’re not very—”

“Don’t even start.”

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Tue, 26 Jun 2018 17:38:39 -0400

biohazardia: Heyyy I’ve been a bit dead here but happy Lost...

Tue, 26 Jun 2018 12:36:55 -0400

biohazardia:

Heyyy I’ve been a bit dead here but happy Lost Continent release date!! 6/26!
Here’s ya boi and girl, Blue and Luna!!!
You can buy the designs on merch at my Red bubble as well!

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Tue, 26 Jun 2018 01:01:35 -0400

School’s Out8. The Missing ScavengerQibli peered over the thick wooden fence, recording all the...

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 21:33:44 -0400

School’s Out

8. The Missing Scavenger

Qibli peered over the thick wooden fence, recording all the details in his head, as if he were scribbling notes on a scroll. A pleasant meadow, lit by the late afternoon sun. A big empty crates padded with hay. (For scavenger transport, judging by the airholes.) Three little dens built out of lateral slats of wood, complete with cute brick chimneys. A patch of forest in full summer greenery.

At length, Qibli said, “Sooo… Where is she?”

“Probably hiding.” Winter sighed. “She’s my first scavenger. She still isn’t used to seeing big, unfamiliar dragons.”

“Ah, no biggie. Just tell her I’m a big, friendly and I’m sure we’ll be best friends before long.” Qibli gave him a goofy smile to demonstrate.

“Don’t be daft. What do I look like, a scavenger-whisperer?” Winter shouldered his bag, then flew over the fence. “I’ll let you feed her. Then she’ll probably get the hint that you’re not here to eat her.”

“Or am I?” Qibli quipped, hopping onto the fence. “It was a long flight from Thorn’s fortress, you know. There’s no telling what a famished dragon like me is capable of.”

He stopped short as he found Winter’s face inches from his. “Don’t even joke about that,” the IceWing growled.

“Hey, come on, I’d never actually do something like that!” Qibli said with a laugh. “Lighten up a little.”

Winter snorted and stomped toward the scavenger dens.

Hm. I know it’s been a while, but has he always been this grumpy?

Qibli lightly hopped off the fence to follow his friend. “Come on, I know you missed your old pal Qibli, but you’re embarrassing me with all this affection.”

Winter continued to walk, giving no acknowledgement that he had heard.

Touchy subject? Or maybe the summer heat is making him grumpier, Qibli thought. Probably best not to push it right now.

Winter peered through the windows of the dens, one by one. “Holly’s not here,” he reported. “Strange. Maybe she’s out scavenging.” He scratched his chin. “But I haven’t seen her since dawn when she went outside to get water.”

Qibli wandered around the nearest cabin, marveling at the little buildings. “You made these all yourself?”

“Yes, of course. They don’t exactly sell scavenger dens in the market.”

“Not bad.” Qibli pressed a talon gently on one to see how sturdy they were. For such little dens, they were quite strong. “I’m serious, this is some quality craftsmanship. I’m impressed.”

“Whatever.” Winter poking his head into the nearest building. Probably to hide his abashed expression, Qibli figured. He stuck out his tongue at Winter’s tail, then went to explore behind the dens.

Here, there was a shady little courtyard full of boulders and a tiny well. He also noticed a lone holly tree, which was adorable, given the scavenger’s name. Fallen white flowers littered the ground.

The muddy ground near the well caught Qibli’s attention. A set of little scavenger footprints lea toward the well, then clustered near the well itself, presumably to draw water. Curiously, the footprints didn’t lead back to the den, but toward the tree line.

It’s still wet, despite the heat. These must be from this morning.

“Hey, I’m going to take a look around,” Qibli said, flapping into the air.

“Suit yourself,” Winter responded from a distance.

Qibli took off over the woods, trying to catch any glimpse of movement through the trees. But surely if Holly had left at dawn, she would have returned to her den by now? The sanctuary wasn’t all that big, even for a smaller creature like her. A suspicion started to flicker in Qibli’s head, but for Winter’s sake, he hoped he was wrong.

He found himself at the fence in the back of the sanctuary, where his fears were immediately confirmed. The dirt had been scooped away by the fence, making a several-feet deep hole. For a soft little scavenger, it must have taken days to complete. Qibli could see the jagged bottom of the vertical logs that made up the fence, like a row of jagged teeth, with just enough space beneath for a scavenger to squeeze through.

Qibli winced. Well, that answered the question of Holly. Now, how was he going to break the news to Winter? This scavenger project had been his entire life for the past year or so, if his letters were anything to go off of.

“There you are,” Winter said from the sky, before Qibli could make any decision. “Here’s the new plan. I’ll show you around town, first, and we’ll come back when –”

Winter choked on his own words when he saw the scene before him.

“No,” he breathed.

“Winter, I’m sorry.”

“We have to try to catch her!” Winter shot over the fence. “Hurry!”

“Wait, but she’s been gone since dawn!” Qibli said.

“And? She has tiny scavenger legs! She can’t have gone far! Come on!”

With a sigh, Qibli took off after his friend. In his experience, scavengers were too small and crafty to track longer than a few minutes. But if there was anything that was harder than finding a scavenger, it was convincing Winter to change his mind.

* * *

Night had long fallen by the time Winter admitted that Holly was gone for good. (Or eaten, as Qibli surmised, but it was probably best not to mention that.) Under the watch of three moons, the two dragonets touched down on a rocky hill.

“Scavengers are real slippery, aren’t they?” Qibli said. “Like holding a live fish in your talons.”

“It’s my fault,” Winter said in a clipped tone. “I gave Holly freedom because I thought it would build trust, but I forgot how social scavengers are. Of course she wouldn’t be happy on her own.”

“Easy mistake to make.” Qibli shrugged. “You’ll have plenty more chances in the future.”

Winter sat on a flat boulder and looked off at the lights of Sanctuary in the distance. “Well, I shouldn’t have made that mistake. It’s not befitting of a so-called scavenger expert.”

Qibli sat down next to his friend. “Aw, you’re still my favorite scavenger expert. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“Us IceWings have high standards,” Winter snapped. A little quieter, he added, “Even excommunicated ones.”

Qibli examined Winter’s tense shoulders and hunched neck. He already knew what the IceWing was up to. Trying to pass it off as nothing, acting all detached, as if he could fool Qibli into thinking he didn’t have any emotions at all.

“Alright, I’m gonna drop my cool and rad façade for a moment,” said Qibli, “so, brace yourself. Winter, there’s going to be bumps in the road, no matter what you do. But you’re finally going down your own path instead of letting your family or the IceWings tell you what’s right. That’s awesome.” Qibli reached out to put one wing around Winter, who stiffened, but didn’t move away. “I’m proud of you.

Winter’s scales were shockingly cold. It always took Qibli a moment to get used to the contact. But with Qibli’s warm scales and Winter’s cold ones, they eventually created a strange sort of equilibrium.

“It’s not like I need your approval,” Winter said with a huff, looking away from Qibli. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Well, if I don’t look past that icy attitude to find the softie inside, then who will?”

Winter rolled his eyes. “Oh, no. Imagine if I didn’t have a dragon constantly badgering me about my emotions and other nonsense. I can barely stand the thought.”

“Okay, fine, enough sappiness.” Qibli leaned in toward Winter. “You know what the real problem here is? I’ve been in town for at least six hours and you still haven’t bought me a drink.”

“You don’t even drink,” Winter said, amused, using a splayed talon to push the SandWing’s face away. “And it’s the middle of the night, if you didn’t notice.”

“That’s the perfect time for a romantic outing.” Qibli grinned through Winter’s claws.

“I may not be a prince anymore, but I am a respectable entrepreneur, and I can’t be caught gallivanting around with any old ruffian SandWing. At least… not in public.” Winter huffed and extracted himself from Qibli’s wing. “We’d best go back to my place.”

Qibli cackled. “Oh, imagine the public’s reaction if they found out you were housing a ruffian SandWing in your own den!”

The two dragons bickered as they flew through the crisp night air to Sanctuary. Now this was the Winter that Qibli remembered. Still a little uptight, but learning not to take himself too seriously. And, as it was abundantly clear, passionate about his work.

Yeah, these scavengers will be in good talons.

daily-cubone: CuboneMale, level 8Jolly, highly curiousBirthday:...

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 18:46:50 -0400

daily-cubone:

Cubone
Male, level 8
Jolly, highly curious
Birthday: September 18

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My beautiful son Kee blee

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 18:45:25 -0400

My beautiful son Kee blee

ask-jade-winglet: wOw it’s her s h e also dang I didn’t think...

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 14:40:41 -0400

ask-jade-winglet:

wOw it’s her
s h e

also dang I didn’t think people had interest in my OC
so thank you

desiquiche: I forgot how much fun drawing dragons is....

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 14:40:07 -0400

desiquiche:

I forgot how much fun drawing dragons is. Especially r a i n b o w dragons with pretty color palettes. I’m looking at you, rainwings. God I wish I could be a chameleon,

fruitsoftheape100: miles-pro-libertate: fruitsoftheape100:Robe Me Upp And Tonsure Me we lost one...

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 02:16:43 -0400

fruitsoftheape100:

miles-pro-libertate:

fruitsoftheape100:
Robe Me Upp And Tonsure Me

we lost one of the good ones to stupid fetishes again. goddamn it.

Call Franciscans Stupid One More Tine Kid I Will Take Your Mouth Away

lusbreithe: Elmer meets a Catholic saint

Mon, 25 Jun 2018 02:13:06 -0400

lusbreithe:

Elmer meets a Catholic saint

digitaldragoon: here’s a drawing of the false prophecy dragonet...

Sun, 24 Jun 2018 12:16:51 -0400

digitaldragoon:

here’s a drawing of the false prophecy dragonet grump: flame

nicholasgurewitch: See? You are oK

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 15:39:10 -0400

nicholasgurewitch:

See? You are oK

This blog is Kinkajou-approved!

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 15:29:41 -0400

This blog is Kinkajou-approved!

A Tour of JMA

Sat, 23 Jun 2018 14:18:52 -0400

incorrectwingsoffire:

Clay, as he shows potential new students and their parents around JMA: …And here is our library, and our librarian/literary teacher, Starflight.

Starflight, hitting a student with a scroll: THE-LOST-PRINCESS-IS-NOT-LITERATURE!

Clay shoos the crowd down the hall as they look on the scene in horror: Annnnnd moving on!

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Sat, 23 Jun 2018 14:11:34 -0400

bransonreese:

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Sat, 23 Jun 2018 14:09:51 -0400

bransonreese:

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