#wanvisa

La Squadra, Diavolo + Guard Squad, Bucci Gang, and Dragon OCs sizes!

They’re all to scale with each other. Each square = 2 feet or 0.6 meters. Height does not include horns and spikes.

Mamba - Once. He snatched a man who was drinking at the oasis, but the next day his family came to bury his remains and mourn. Mamba felt horrible and never hunted a human again. But it was so tasty...

Cordelia - Once, out of curiousity. She didn’t like the texture or flavor.

Wanvisa - Never! Humans are strong creatures and apparently their meat is very stringy. Unpleasant for this fish eater.

Angler - Many. Humans are just another thing on the menu that always come on big boats. She’s selective on what humans she eats— the ones with the armor and kill dragons, which is why she passed up on the researchers.

Seppia - A few. She has the jaw strength to crunch through the armor, and she has more fun cracking them like a clam than actually eating them. Enrichment!

Nevicata - A handful. There’s many bigger, tastier, and nutritional food options that surpass humans. Hunters she comes across are frozen on the spot, and are added to her ‘statue’ collection or left in the open to be eaten by other dragons.

Dragon babies: OC edition

Oh no he’s gonna give her the big brother talk!

The SeaWings have been lingering about the valley for a few days now. Prosciutto doesn’t like how they dip and out of his lake (even if the ocean is like... 20 minutes worth of flight south).

And this one. This girly pink, fragile-finned, piss-speckled SeaWing that looks nothing like a SeaWing. Yes, Prosciutto encouraged Pesci to go say hi to her, but now they’re getting too chummy for his liking.

She looks too delicate. She couldn’t possibly protect Pesci like big brother can. And Prosciutto is going to tell her exactly that now that Pesci has gone off somewhere...

Prosciutto approaches the peachy dragon, who is laying on the bank and grooming herself. She notices him and sits up with her wings tucked behind her like a robe. She already looks a little intimidated.

“Now listen here you winged peach tree,” Prosciutto arches his neck to look down upon her, “If you want to flirt with my little brother, you have to be strong for him. You have to protect him. And if you ever let him get hurt, or if YOU hurt him, I will personally turn you into Deathgripper bait. You got that!?”

Wanvisa shrinks back, tucking her tail around herself. “I-I wouldn’t want to hurt him in the first place.”

“Good. But can you protect him?” Prosciutto looks her over judgementally, “You’re such a dainty little thing, can you even protect yourself?”

Wanvisa stays quiet. She gives it some thought before she stands up. “Ok. I don’t think you’ll believe my talk, so let me show you.”

Prosciutto snorts and watches her slip into the lake. She’s probably running away from him. He waits. And waits. And waits...

The deep, dark blue center of the lake bubbles. Prosciutto tilts his head. Then the surface of the lake breaks as a giant, fanged, armoured fish breaches the water with Wanvisa biting down on its gills.

Prosciutto’s jaw drops.

The fish leaps the water a second time, thrashing wildly and trying to bite her, and Wanvisa spits her acidic venom into its eyes. Then they crash back into the lake, nothing but bubbles and waves to tell what’s going on down there.

Finally, the bubbles stop. Wanvisa drags the giant fish onto the shore beside Prosciutto. Now that he’s closer, the fish is like, 60 feet long and arowana-like in proportion.

Wanvisa, dripping and panting, shouts, “Alright! I can handle myself, is that good enough for you!?” Her voice cracks.

“It’s...” Prosciutto tries to find the words, “More than enough. ...good job, young lady.”

“I know I did a good job!” She huffs and her fins flare, “Never call me dainty again!” She stands up tall and starts ripping out the giant fish’s scutes, getting at the meat.

Pesci hops out of the forest to see the massive fish and his possible future girlfriend eating it. “Wanvisa, did you catch that?!”

“Yea! You’re big brother over here thought I can’t put up a fight!” She sasses thanks to the adrenaline pumping through her veins.

Pesci bounds over, nuzzling against her body before joining her for lunch. “Fra, do you want some? This is delicious!”

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