#nightterror

For the past few days @yamsleftfoot and I have been discussing what kind of httyd dragon Tenna or Spamton would have and it evolved from that.

Tenna's Hobblegrunt is named Starlight and yes she's the pipis, yes this will be my one and only fanchild <3 That's his baby girl. Tenna does traveling plays, moving his work with dragons such as Terrible Terrors and Night Terrors. He has been abandoned by human helpers <3

Bringing to the Mike's who are a Terrible, Night Terror, and a Speed Stinger respectfully.

Featuring yamsleftfoot's lil pippin guys as well.

During the breaking of a deal for Spamton, he was taken away from Tenna, scared with Changewing acid, and thrown into the pit with said dragon, and left to die. The Changewing, who he calls Little Sponge, is a timid and meek creature with a myriad of problems of their own. Spamton is the emotional support rider.

nobody tell the Department of Menace Eradication

FA!Nightmare sans with my oc NightTerror

FA!Nightmare belongs to @cut-it-out29

NightTerror sans belongs to @musy-musy

Happy holiday's This is for The Inky Mystery Secret Santa's <3 This is for Warner on the Server and I hope they loved it, cause I loved making it Prompts: -Mickey Mouse Dressed up as Santa for the Bunny Kids -The Night Terror covered in tree Decorations

First time drawing a NightTerror :0!

I actually finished this days ago but kept forgetting to post it lol-

The Lord sat there with a bit of silence about him as the shadows seemed to bring about the question of who his favorite bat was. That was a difficult question to inquire about due to the nature of it. He loved all of his bats, even the ones that didn't quite adore him as much back. The small ones. The larger ones. The cute ones. The vicious ones. Even that perverted one named Silverbolt. But we don't talk about Silverbolt. Not unless you wish to lose your sanity.

There was one, however, that came before them all. The largest of them and the very first he had ever owned. Outstretched, his left arm was placed over the table. Crimson eyes faded out, ghostly bangs veiling them as he bowed his head out of respectful memoir to his very first companion, he had ever had the honor of finding when he was but an ignorant, vampiric creature. And from his palm, materialized a rather long fang tooth. This fang measured in at about ten inches in length with a maximum width of five inches around the largest section of its crown.

" Nightterror, who I once called Nightbane before she became quite the formidable creature. "

He remembered her high frequency of echolocation well. It was quite the volume even at her younger years. His lips curled, as memories played out in the back of his mind. When he first met her, she was a wounded whelp that he willing gave his blood to in order to help her survive. What he didn't realize at the time was his own blood offering had changed her biological make-up entirely. She grew intelligent and much larger at quite the pace. For the longest time, the disguised death knight known as Duraxxor Deathcleave would call this creature his mighty steed to the air. For nearly an entire decade, he would introduce other bat species to his menagerie, and she declared herself to be the alpha female, breeding with only those deemed worthy in her eyes. By this point, she was already too large to travel around with her master at all times.

But tragedy fell upon her as had become ravenous in her hunger and age, unable to self-sustain her size until finally, she passed away of her own stress. For the first time, Duraxxor as a fraction of his former self, felt as though he had lost a loved one. But rather than bury the old bat, he had decided as another proof of his loyalty to the Sanguine Sorceress, he would gift Nightterror's corpse as a token. It is unknown if the Sorceress had ever used this creature's remains. But it was not likely, as Lord Daevara would have been the first to likely know of his companion's return.

Teeth now bore as he clutched that tooth back into his hand with a tight grip, enough to draw a bit of blood. For the fang he had kept wasn't a symbol of the passion he shared with his flying children, but a representation of the rage within him that could compare itself to the ravenous nature that Nightterror had. And so, he smiled solemnly on the matter.

" One day, little one. One day you may sing again, and your song will be glorious. "