#lore writing

Due to how long they’ve been around they’ve had to change their identity a few times, that usually dumbs down to changing clothing style and their wings until their old identity is forgotten. This usually works very well and right now they’re using one of their older identities and their personal favourite.

Usually is the important word here.

For a couple of decades now they’ve woken up to small gifts surrounding where they sleep. This started with a small wild daisy and then has built up to expensive jewellery and notes.

Meet a mysterious character touched by an unknown power. From the glowing eye to the corrupted arm, every detail was designed and illustrated by me.

I'm available for: ✨ Character Design ✨ OC Creation ✨ Fantasy & Sci-Fi Art ✨ Illustrations ✨ Character Sheets

Im trying to write my dragon’s lore and in the process have had to sort of imagine what each flight’s exaltee system would look like.

I’m going to share mine when I finish the list but if anyone has any head cannons PLEASE leave them here thanks 🙏

I really want to see what everyone thinks. I know I have a slightly darker tone to my lore than most people take.

(Ex. Ice is very intense and has a “for the greater good” you are not larger than the sum of the parts attitude. They have a very rigidly structured military / government system.

"there was once a king, so hideous that he hid his own body from the entire world out of disgust and shame. Inside his veil, the king's body festered and mutate as he tried countless remedies, both ethical and unethical, for his ailment. Today, the king wanders alone in a forgotten wasteland, boiling and writhing still searching for the cure to his plight"

“BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP-” a hand smacks the alarm clock before flopping down off of it. 

Caine groans, ruffling around under his blankets, before he finally sits up in his bed looking over to the alarm clock, its reading ‘9:47 AM.’ 

Caine glances over at the half curtained window, the sun's light pouring in and catching on Caine's suncatchers causing little rainbow spots to scatter across the room. 

He just groans again before rolling off his bed and to his feet. When Caine stands up he can't help but shiver, “Gods fuck why is it freezing in here!” He whisper yells to himself, not wanting his mom, or worse his sister, to know he's awake yet. 

“It's the middle of may..” Caine mutters angrily to himself, while he steps over to where a hoodie lays tossed on the ground. He mutters more words to himself as he pulls the hoodie over his head, but they're illegible probably even to himself.  

Caine shivers again after pulling on the hoodie, but just ignores it and walks over to his bedroom door to leave. 

Caine creaks the door open, trying to be as quiet as possible, and luckily for him he is quiet. 

He wiggles out of his room and down the hall towards the kitchen. Lucky for him no one is in there, “Score.” Caine whispers to himself. 

He makes his way to the fruit bowl grabbing a loose apple. 

“Hey Beach boy.” A female voice says with a slight mocking tone, causing Caine to look up with an annoyed expression.