#dragon tw

New npc member turned a cultist to dust in one turn

Our fighter tamed a wyvern they were supposed to fight

Our fighter hosted group therapy (while in a dangerous area)

They found the ancient white dragon they’ve been tracking for almost a year now

Our bard casted irresistible dance on the dragon, and that was kinda funny ngl

The wyvern busted through a door throwing debre everywhere trying to save them from the dragon

Mentioned / @repliicantceo @ruthlessnessisyourdesire

Rage filled him, burned through his body like fire in his veins. His rage filled scream echoed down the halls as he barreled through. He slammed his hands to the ground ripping open a portal to the gates of Death’s domain. His hellhounds snarled and snapped their jaws. They sniffed the air as they tried to find the soul their master commanded. 

Greed could feel the corruption slipping up his body inch by inch. Whispers filled his mind as his hounds came back whimpering. 

  “H̶͍̰͋̒e̷̺̜͊̅ ̴̙̈́i̵͚̘͑̎s̷̯͈̈́ ̸̬͂n̸̺̫͗o̵̤͆́t̸̘̀͗ ̸̺̔̚h̶̳̓͝e̸̛͉̻̔r̶͕̺̆͝e̸̮̜̍...”

His voice skipped and echoed as he could spot Death’s guard and snarled at this. His tail shot out whipping their faces. 

“W̵̟̑h̴͍̙͝e̶̢̥̐̓r̷̰̗͊ę̵͗ ̷̢͘͠į̸̝̐s̵͇̏ ̷̫̏̃ḥ̶̹̐̏ȩ̷͇͆?”  

  Whispers wrapped around his mind as his clawed hands tried to cover his ears to block them out. His body less and less human looking, his horns twisted and curled upward.

Flames licked out of his mouth, as they didn’t answer. 

   “It was God...”

The guards didn’t speak but something whispered it. Ruby glowing eyes shot upward. 

              “G̷͔̈́ ̷͇͔͝o̵͓̱͊ ̵͇̅̏͜d̷̦̔ . . “ The father that was the one responsible for his mess of a life. Fury grew as the corruption rolled over his cheeks. 

    “C o n n o r.” 

Who? He knew that voice? He knew that name? A man’s smiling face flashed before his eyes. Gentle hands cupping his face, stolen kisses in a room. Laughter that felt warm and happy.  A darkness over took the visions as whispered drowned out the stranger’s voice. No... he didn’t have time to think, what was that name? 

He froze as a feather floated down before him, his eyes went wide as his clawed hands reached out to catch it. As the soft feather dropped to his hands it seemed to dissipate away. The last of his sanity snapped with the feather’s disappearance. A cry of rage left his throat as ink covered his body. Fire shot out from his mouth as black blood poured from his eyes and ears. He collapsed to the ground as his body began to convulse. Skin ripped and peeled back screams of pain filled the air. From where the skin broke, twisted, and crack black scales rose in their place. Soon what was once Connor stood a large seven headed dragon. The dragon’s eyes opened to show off blood red. Black inky blood shot up as the large dragon took to the skies. 

                   “B̶̳͛͛̀̉͗͌̌̏͛͌̎́͝è̷̡̥̤̖̖̱͉͔͓̯̤̳͒̍̑̎͝͝ ̴͕̤̞̩̟̱̲̤̙̬̤́ͅm̴̥̳̟̽͠y̴͖̠̗͈͍̟̘͎̚ ̴͍̱̉̈́̀̒̐̈́͂͝͠D̶͍̮̯̰͈͙͌̈́̾͆̐̇̀̈̆̕ŗ̴̳̺̮̣̙̜͈̱͐́͗̆̈̄̉̓̐͘͠ͅả̷͖̹͊̓ͅg̸̤͎̰͈̤͚͕̍͑̔͊̔̿͗̊̏̕o̸̧̙̬͕̙̯͇̣̪͖̼̰̻̟̳̓̌̄̐̋n̷͚̺̿”

I’m a sucker for that Ice Dragon aesthetic, even if it takes way longer to draw than my regular human-type drawings. I’ve decided to keep at the “no/limited black outline” style since I feel like that suits me more.