Reminds Me Of One Of My OCs, Who Keeps His Hair In Braids That Have Been Further Braided Together.

reblog to have Marva infest frblr as well

Perhaps they ought not to have eaten the dragon. There had been people objecting to it at the time. Surely such meat was poisonous. Perhaps it was even an affront, an insult to some intangible order of nature they ought to honour.

But the city was starving, the siege had gone on too long, and the king's troops were still a week's march away. The scorched earth would be fertile again in time, but right now it was barren. Right now there were mouths to feed. So they changed their crossbows for butcher knives and got to work.

None of the royal commanders asked any questions that could not be answered. After all, their aid had come shamefully late. The dragon's horned skull made a noble gift, a fitting tribute from a triumphant city to its humbled king. Who would have thought to question them?

And none of the townsfolk spoke up, when the first golden-eyed babes were born. Children who grew up barefoot and fearless, clambering over the city's patched and rebuilt roofs like they had no notion of falling, with a strange glitter to their skin when the sunlight hit it just so. No one breathed a word about dragons.

Because soon enough there were deft, young hands taking loaves straight out of the oven, heedlessly lifting iron from the forge, plunging into boiling laundry water. And some of them more wondrous still, wild, warm-skinned youths, with inexplicable knowledge and peculiar remedies.

A blessing, their families said proudly. A blessing after so much hardship. Which it was, in its way. This city would never fear dragon fire again.

There is a severe lack of Hermits and empires members as Dragons. Someone should fix that.

continuing my "I'm really nosey here's a poll" arc.,,

I made these as a way to compile all the geographical vocabulary that I thought was useful and interesting for writers. Some descriptors share categories, and some are simplified, but for the most part everything is in its proper place. Not all the words are as useable as others, and some might take tricky wording to pull off, but I hope these prove useful to all you writers out there!

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You’ve been sentenced to 400 years for multiple murders. It’s been 399 years and your jailers are starting to get nervous.

A glimpse into the World of Pritatora

The air is cool and crisp. The sound of the ocean, and bustling people is all that can be heard. A Ship leaves a port, taking to the sea, before lifting into the air on the back of a Giant winged serpent. A Winged dragon flies through the air, carrying several passengers across a desert.

Lightning flashes within the clouds, Striking down whatever's near. Others harnessing the ability to redirect it. Two forces clash with one another. Chaos and destruction, Peace and Harmony. Forever fated to be pitted against each other.

Rivers run from the mountains through Forests, Jungles, and eventually the ocean, Only stopping in the frozen tundra of the North. Blizzards ravage the Northern Dales, freezing those inside within seconds.

The air is warm and humid. The sound of rain loudly pattering against the roofs of various houses is all that can be heard, muffled by the walls of the tavern. Lightning strikes outside, setting fire to a nearby barrel and quickly being put out. Wingbeats belonging to a Stormflyer can be heard.

Magic runs through the veins of the living, through the roots of plants. It crackles in the air. Pulsing through the earth, it is the driving force behind all life. If one is quiet, they can hear the silent pleas for help. They can hear their need for justice. If one is quiet, One can hear the prayers being answered.

Gods walk the material plane, and they have made their presence known.

Thank you!!! <3

dusties for skiafray and mossfinch over at the earth discord ^_^

*Has been on tumblr for years*

*Barely knows how to use it*

A snake story, based on an experience I had while I was in Florida.