#nihoneshi

This is my man Andromeda, art by viiiris, I love this mudwing of mine to utter bits. I don't normally place my OCs into these things but I have so much joy and whimsy for this character of mine.

I LOVE your oc’s design! I never seen a mudwing that has hints of blue across their scales, it makes a very appealing color pallete!

Could it be a Mudwing hybrid? 👀

Lindar laughed, face flushing when he got his 'present'- but before Delbin could pull away, Lindar gently pulled him back in, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He tapped his lips.

{🔥}—; Winter had come to the Dragon Realms, and it had managed to bring snow and a much chillier time to the Artisan home which had dropped the temperatures. Although it wasn’t too much of a problem for them, especially not for a certain little purple dragon who was making the most out of the snow that blanketed the usually grassy meadows and plains.

At the moment Spyro was currently playing in the snow, making snowballs, small ones as he threw them around messing with Sparx while the dragonfly made snowballs as big as he could and did the same!

While the duo played around, Spyro was the first to notice Halvor approaching which led him to stop for now as he beckoned Sparx to join him as he happily padded up to the blacksmith. “Hey Halvor! Good to see ya!”

@nihoneshi

There was no reason to assume anything; it was a normal day, nothing special about the date at all. A gorgeous blue sky was overhead, the sun brighter than ever to feed all of the flowers sprouting across the realms- Spring was here, but still there was no special occasion. 

Only one thing was different today: the resident clockmaker seemed to be both joyful and nervous, as light as a musical note and as heavy as the Great World Serpent's burden; all day he whistled, hummed, sang a catch of song here and there, but his tail betrayed an agitation no one could name. He had given Delbin a mysterious request: "Be my muse for a little bit," he had said, "I want to try my hand at painting." 

So now here they were, before the waterfall, their roles reversed; now Lindar was the one behind the canvas, Delbin posing before him. Lindar dipped his brush into one of the orange paints, the same shade of autumn as his love's scales, then smeared it over the canvas, occasionally gazing up at his muse with adoration, so much so and so often that one would begin to suspect that he wasn't painting at all. 

In a sudden display of maladroitness he dropped the paint brush, and as he stooped to grab it a stray movement of his wing caused the canvas to fall as well. Lindar hissed a soft curse and bent to grab it. 

"Don't worry! I got it!" He said, kneeling on one knee to grab the canvas, "Just give me a minute…" 

Then he turned it around, revealing a message painted onto it: "Will you marry me?" 

{♚}—; Titan’s axe met his mark on the enemy before him as he kicked another to the ground and skillfully moved through the battlefield, his axe colliding with swords and other varieties of weapons wielded by the enemy forces.

Just this morning he gave a speech to the Peace Keepers, that they are the the bravest soldiers he knew and today they stood for defense of the Dragon Realms and that they will not fail and be able to push back a horde of rogue dragons who had come to try and raise a takeover of the lands they’d come to call home.

After losing their original land to that evil Sorceress he knew they couldn’t stand to lose yet another, and while it pained him deeply to have to fight against fellow dragons he knew it had to be done for the safety and security of the realms. 

With some aid from Magic Crafters to help them in this battle, he knew the enemy was still strong, prepared and organized. Titan slammed his axe against an enemy’s leg.

Then however, unintentionally left himself open for attack he felt as a blade was thrust through his abdomen. The cold blade pierced his hide, no doubt a special weapon made to pass through a dragon’s scaly hide. Feeling a chill in his spine as warm blood dripped out from the wound but didn’t run out so long as the blade was inserted.

He quickly stepped back and tried to swing his axe down before he was grabbed by a rogue dragon, the direct stab had taken him by surprise and allowed a moment of weakness. “Now falls, the so called leader of this faction...such a shame.” With another walking up to him another blade in hand as he eyed his neck, likely going for a slash there to put an end to his life as the leader struggled, and tried to free himself unwilling to go out like this and leave his Peace Keepers without their leader.