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“You know”—he paused, casually stooping by—“you're kinda ugly.”
A fresh comment, coming from a dirt-dressed reptile. What could be buried, hm? Beneath all that grime. His scales? Or… Less? Let alone the nature of mire itself.
Propping his right, pronged arm on the adjacent spiked leg, the dragon rested his head. He bore short horns—crowns of 'lesser enmity'—whose barbed and blunt design contrasted against his large, fin-like ears.
Gazing to his left, the dragon found… intrigue. His bright, ivory stare held, muck dripping from each wrist. One second passed… then two… three… seven… With each instance, he moved with slow intention, focused on one feature.
Ever so sly, the dragon unfurled his large left wing, squinting subtly in thought. Was he… shielding this human from the drizzle? Or… Did he have something else in mind? Those milky-white eyes… The edges creased. That dirty wing… It slipped and sneaked behind the stranger, a leery lurk of body language.
Eye contact was… halved: a round piece set on the right side of that grisly face. So… odd. So… cylindrical… Did they lose a peeper?
Heh.
The dragon took measure, those ivory orbs creeping down then up the stranger's bandaged frame.
So small… So… in thought.
Oh?
Expecting an answer, his wing extended in careful 'courtesy.'
The stranger lifted their grisly head. If focus was present prior, it was soon stolen—a major muse dressed in dirt. A muddy wing obscured their way of distance, challenging awareness. Did they notice? Or care?
This being sat, unmoving as the witness, a beholder of…
Something…
Someone new to them.
It was clear, a truth writ across their bandaged face.
A single orb shifted about, held fast in their skull. Was there any thought behind it?
“And you look like shit.”
A blunt reply, made in sharp succession. Though halved between natural and artificial, the stranger stared at the looming dragon, even as the creature crouched, still dwarfing them by several feet. With an evident set of ‘razors’ in their lipless mouth, they—
“Not as a metaphor.”
Clarified.
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Art by ShanikaFaceless, featuring her OC, Harmony.
A fresh comment, coming from a dirt-dressed reptile. What could be buried, hm? Beneath all that grime. His scales? Or… Less? Let alone the nature of mire itself.
Propping his right, pronged arm on the adjacent spiked leg, the dragon rested his head. He bore short horns—crowns of 'lesser enmity'—whose barbed and blunt design contrasted against his large, fin-like ears.
Gazing to his left, the dragon found… intrigue. His bright, ivory stare held, muck dripping from each wrist. One second passed… then two… three… seven… With each instance, he moved with slow intention, focused on one feature.
Ever so sly, the dragon unfurled his large left wing, squinting subtly in thought. Was he… shielding this human from the drizzle? Or… Did he have something else in mind? Those milky-white eyes… The edges creased. That dirty wing… It slipped and sneaked behind the stranger, a leery lurk of body language.
Eye contact was… halved: a round piece set on the right side of that grisly face. So… odd. So… cylindrical… Did they lose a peeper?
Heh.
The dragon took measure, those ivory orbs creeping down then up the stranger's bandaged frame.
So small… So… in thought.
Oh?
Expecting an answer, his wing extended in careful 'courtesy.'
The stranger lifted their grisly head. If focus was present prior, it was soon stolen—a major muse dressed in dirt. A muddy wing obscured their way of distance, challenging awareness. Did they notice? Or care?
This being sat, unmoving as the witness, a beholder of…
Something…
Someone new to them.
It was clear, a truth writ across their bandaged face.
A single orb shifted about, held fast in their skull. Was there any thought behind it?
“And you look like shit.”
A blunt reply, made in sharp succession. Though halved between natural and artificial, the stranger stared at the looming dragon, even as the creature crouched, still dwarfing them by several feet. With an evident set of ‘razors’ in their lipless mouth, they—
“Not as a metaphor.”
Clarified.
PREV / NEXT
Art by ShanikaFaceless, featuring her OC, Harmony.
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1525 x 2415px
File Size 2 MB
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