r/Dragon

art by me!

This is a fanart that a user on BlueSky made for me, and what I'm about to say is true. I'm crying tears of joy at how beautiful it is and how incredibly they drew Nahoko. Well-deserved credit goes to: @lukedv.bsky.social

This is a new drawing I did of my OC Nahoko. It took me a while to decide on the color of his clothes. Well, would anyone like to chat with his? Just in case, here's an alternate version of his clothes.

drawing made by me:

Meet Verdanthar, the Chosen of Cyric!

Verdanthar is a recent* antagonist in the POTA game I am part of, first appearing in our campaign in December of 2024. He was memorable enough that I had to paint him (and sculpt!) which this is the second result of! This particular painting sat unfinished in my canvases for months as I I tried to figure out how to do his scales and what to fill in the background with. Green dragons are very snake like so I used a viper on a limb reference, which has the snake arching back over its back, making it seem to turn around backwards. The effect in the painting turned out well imo!

In all, roughly 50hrs of work across 9 months bc of his shelved time.

The painting is for sale.

art by me! ^^ char belongs to Arkylite

It has now been 8 lovely years of my main OC DragonQueenDrago.

She has grown so much as a character and in design over these last few years. And I would like to thank my friends for encouraging me to recently get back into doing more art. It has been a bit of a struggle due to not having to much time to draw. But I have been trying my best to pick up a pencil again and re-teach myself how to draw again. lol🖤🐉

(Second picture is the first drawing I did of her)

By SLO1KA

My website

Here is the first two pages, if anyone likes it they can read the rest here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/65049888/

Eventually If enough people like this I’ll post on wattpad or royalroad

– The Birthplace – 

Two dragons flew over the forest of Abigale, flowing with the sky as the seasoned sailor flows with the ocean. They glided gracefully, both sisters knew the ways of the wind and the wing. Below, the lush forest pressed upwards in green tides, thickening with each passing hour. Above, the morning sun slowly climbed. The larger dragon carried empty bags tied across her body, her sharp eyes ranging for fruits, for herbs, or flesh if need be. Her scaly hide was a storm-weathered grey, with white and blue sea foam patterns along her sides, her belly pale as sandbars in a drying river. On the base of her chin, two small horns accentuated her cheeks, like the chiseled look of a stern mother. Atop her skull, she bore two fine long horns curved downward like daggers, these old blades had seen use, and would see it again. 

The younger sister kept close, carrying a full bag of trinkets that clinked softly, tokens made for trade and bartering. She was colored like the blood markings of her sister, save for a green mossy dusting along her back, with smaller horns shining white and untested. From her tail trailed a strip of blue cloth, a quiet sign to any who might see that she came in peace, not conquest. The air itself carried the scent of spring; raw, fertile, restless with life.

It was the older of the two who spoke first, her breath catching sharp. “Sister—there. Do you see?” 

In the distance, dark grey plumes of smoke arose from a forest glade, a stain across the blue sky.

The younger sister’s voice tightened. “Do you think that’s them?” 

“I think it may be.” The elder sister's brow furrowed, the easy glide gone from her wings. 
 
They drove forward then, beating their wings deeply and urgently, soon nearing the tower of rising ash that billowed from the forest. The sisters flew in a circular pattern, observing the destruction. Small whispers of fire still crackled, yet it was an abandoned site. Perhaps too empty. The two dragons angled down towards the smoking forest, coming to land near the edge of the charred clearing. The sisters gently landed among the smoldering wood and plaster, swirling up bitter dark clouds of ash, revealing the scar upon the land in all its ferocity. 

It looked as if the place had been torn to pieces by a mad beast. Wood beams were splintered in half, broken rock and plaster strewn about, burning foundations standing as the only thing left of this village. A thick smell of ash, sulfur, and death, mixed horribly with the smells of a blooming spring. Nearby, a dragon's arm stuck out from beneath a pile of rubble. The smaller sister looked away and covered her mouth, her eyes wetting with tears. The older sister scowled gravely, and cursed the name.

“Ram Horns.”

Pensively, the younger sister wiped her eyes with her wingtips and looked at her older sister. “Ram Horns? You don’t think this was done by the Shiverbau?” Her voice had become a bit raspy.

The older sister studied the wreckage for a moment longer. “No. Terrible beasts—but I don’t think this even could be their doing.” She spoke as evenly as she was able to muster, but it was difficult to hide how this affected her. Over the quiet years she had come to believe such wanton violence would haunt this land no longer.

The younger sister looked around at the carnage. “I don’t see what you’re seeing.”

“It’s not what I see. It’s what I know.” Said the older sister. “The Shiverbau have not been seen this far south for decades. I don’t think you have seen one before, sister?”

“No, but I’ve seen drawings of them. Sharp wings like an array of knives, blackened horns, spikes all over. I wouldn’t want to fight one.”

“No, you wouldn’t.” The older sister confirmed, absentmindedly touching a scar along her snout.

“Could they have returned?” The younger sister shuttered, fearfully imagining a group of the cutter beasts hunting them down.

“Nonesense,” replied the older sister. “Let me tell you what I know.” 

The younger sister nodded respectfully for her to continue.

“Shiverbau do not hunt hornless dragons as far as I know, and rarely have I seen one breathe fire. This place is ashes, and our friends here were all hornless. Ram Horns has become a known threat to the hornless for some time, now. That is why most have hidden away in villages like these. As a precaution.” She glanced around at what was left of the village, a regretful look in her eyes. 

The older sister walked over to the claw sticking out from the rubble, hesitated for a moment, then uncovered the dragon. It was the body of one they knew, Vilnius was his name. His throat was slashed, the crimson and dusty brown blood across his neck was smudged upon his once beautiful deep blue scales. He seemed to be looking beyond them to the skies above. Beyond this cruelty.

CM art i did some time ago

Some art I finished yesterday ! Hope you enjoy it 🤘🏻