#dragon headcanons

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

Have you noticed… that there was no steam-punk aesthetic in the revolutionary army… before sabo got there?

I love to imagine all of them in their cloaks was like

“…no actually that kid might be on to something there.”

And their aesthetic was never the same since

Also, sorry i had to un-boobify Belo Betty. A crime i had to commit for the joke 😔

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: um what even was ep 4 ... anyway, fluffy Daemon, reader interacting with Caraxes ... (not edited). This could have been in an imagine format but I feel like that’s too formal. So you get headcanons ... but also exposition.      Hope you enjoy ✶

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ      

SFW🌿

⭑ Daemon has a lot of pride for Caraxes. 

⭑ His dragon is the one constant in his life that he feels true platonic love for. One that he didn’t have to twist and manipulate to create. The bond they have is a true connection.

⭑ When you came along, taking the romantic position in his life, Daemon wanted those two parts to meet. 

⭑ You were more than happy to meet Caraxes. Well... incredibly nervous mostly, but dragons had always fascinated you. 

⭑ It wasn’t long after you said yes, that Daemon jumped from where he was sitting and held out his hand and spoke, “now, then.” 

⭑ The catacomb was dimly lit; the only light was the fire that Daemon held in his hand. The burning stick made dancing shadows on the wet stone walls as you walked. 

⭑ Daemon’s large hand engulfed your own, which felt wet from sweat. You didn’t know if it was Daemon’s or your own. 

⭑ It wasn’t long before you could sense Caraxes. You noticed the change in the atmosphere; it wasn’t cold, but a pleasant heat. Like you were sitting near a roaring fire. But no flames were in sight. 

⭑ “He knows we’re coming,” Daemon muttered, enthusiasm practically radiating from him. 

⭑ Your heart sped up, and thoughts started racing through your head. Can you really train a dragon? No, they’re beasts. Wild beasts. Who could kill you in an instant. But anything could kill you. A stray arrow, someone falling from a window and hitting you on the way down... the thoughts seemed to calm down. Until another sprang into your mind. What if he doesn’t like me? The thought of Caraxes disliking you hurt more than the thought of him killing you. 

⭑ “My love, it’s alright,” Daemon could see remnants of what you thought as your face usually gave them away. 

⭑ He walked on. And you followed after him. 

⭑ Seeing the dragon this close made your heart stop. 

⭑ His head was as big as a full-grown rottweiler, and twice the weight. His teeth looked like hundreds of yellow daggers... his wings ... they looked like ship sails.  

⭑ He was beautiful. 

⭑ “Caraxes,” Daemon said. His voice was loud and stern. And yet ... there was a hint of playfulness there. 

   “Y/n, this is Caraxes. Caraxes, this is y/n.” 

A few moments passed. 

⭑ You didn’t have a clue what to do. Bow? Nod? Say something back?

⭑ So you did all of the above. 

⭑ Feigning confidence, you bowed to the dragon and Daemon laughed. 

⭑ “What are you doing?” He teased, his hand already petting the dragon’s cheek. 

⭑ “I wanted to show some respect,” you bit back. “He is a dragon, after all.” 

⭑ You watched as Daemon interacted with his dragon. The one he knew from birth, who he grew up with. It was like watching him play with a dog. 

⭑ You mentally noted the noises that Caraxes made, the way he moved, and what Daemon said to him. They could be useful in the future. 

⭑ Daemon beckoned you over, an arm outstretched while the other moved along the rough edges of Caraxes’ skin. 

⭑ “Come,” he commanded. 

       “Only because I want to,” you retorted, a glare in your eyes. 

Daemon only smirked. 

⭑ He beckoned you over, taking one of your hands and placing it on the golden-hued dragon. 

⭑ The dragon was so warm. Like the feeling of a kettle that had settled for 20 minutes. If you touched him for too long, your hand would burn.  

⭑ And although you were a stranger, Caraxes didn’t flinch, he didn’t move away. 

⭑ “He likes you,” Daemon whispered in your ear.

⭑ Chills went up your spine. 

⭑ You took in the dragon that stood before you, his eyes closed in what looked like bliss, as Daemon scratched a spot behind Caraxes’ ear. 

⭑ Daemon looked at you with a glint in his eye. One that no one else but you could place. 

   “...Daemon-”

He narrowed his eyes and grasped your other hand. Whisking you toward Caraxes’ side, he kissed you fiercely and hoisted you upwards. 

⭑ Once settled on the back of Caraxes, the dragon let out an ear-splitting squeal and ran towards the open exit. 

⭑ “I hate you Daemon, I hate you for this!” You screamed, holding onto his waist for dear life. 

⭑ “No you don’t,” he replied with a smirk.  

[useless-moss]

Gonna start posting random headcanons I have about different httyd/rtte dragons and treating them like fact.

Starting with: Death Songs

Each Death Song has their own unique tune that they sing. When they hatch they learn their first song from their parents and then, when they're officially an adult and/or leave the nest for good, they add or subtract a few notes to make it unique

They actually have very strong parental instincts and will fight tooth and nail to protect their young

A different or 'off' sounding song will typically let an adult know if a baby Death Song they find is/could be one of their own

Death Songs have slight variations in their markings/colors. Scales could be more or less saturated, eyes can be various colors, and the patterns on their wings can be larger, smaller, or simply different shades of blue

Death Songs are color blind and have a weaker sense of smell than most other dragons. It's because of this that they rely on songs to differentiate their young from a rivals

They can not handle extreme heat like other dragons. It makes them uncomfortable and, with enough of it, it could cause them some pretty serious injuries. They typically avoid volcanoes for this reason

They're territorial towards most other dragons. Emphasis on 'most'

It's not uncommon for them to disregard Boneknappers that stop by their nests to shop for some new armor. It's actually really common. If you wanna find a Boneknapper, find a Death Song first

They allow Boneknappers because these dragons help clean up the nest. It's a symbiotic relationship

Adults can be tamed but it takes a lot of patience, time, and effort. You need to gain enough trust for them to even allow you near the nest before you can begin the actual taming/training part

If you can imitate a Death Songs tune via whistling or with an instrument it's 75% more likely to trust you. At minimum you can confuse it for a minute or two

That's all I have for now, but feel free to add your own!

[howtodrawyourdragon]

Finally posting another Toothless-centered sketch, except he's in a white void, kitten sized, and blind because this is my headcanon for newborn baby Night Furies.

Also a transparant version because why not?

Please reblog this instead of reposting this. Thank you very much!

[reallyprofoundkryptonite]

Baby Dragons in httyd are a lot like kittens, in that they are born/hatched mostly to completely blind, deaf, and have to completely rely on their parents to survive. Even though in gotnf we’re shown otherwise it makes no real sense for them to be born otherwise, seeing as 90% of them will have parents that are giant, flying firespitting lizards with mouths full of giant teeth and razor sharp claws.

Kittens are born that way, and so are puppies because they rely on their parents for survival and because they have parents that take care of them and raise them as well as protect them.

[derkaler]

I think 17- 22 years old Dragon look like law a bit (and i want him to be too short ahahhansbsjs)

[l-egionaire]

Night Light Species Headcanon

Since, as I've mentioned in previous posts, I feel like the Nine Realms show gets way more hate then it actually deserves and because I found the main characters dragons to be pretty interesting, I thought I'd provide some headcanons on their species that I'd come up with. Starting with the most obvious choice-The Night Lights.

Most modern Night Lights like Thunder ARE the descendants of Toothless's children but after thousands of years, their genetics have become distinct enough that they're able to breed within their own species without worrying about inbreeding. Originally, if they needed mates, they'd find them among the Light Fury species.

That being said, the Night Lights still have a violently small population in comparison to most other dragons. Knowing their numbers are few, Night Lights tend to gather into herds or groups that are led by a pair of Alphas similar to Toohless and The Light Fury once leading the Hidden world. Thunder being all alone is actually very unusual as most Night Lights are very social and stay together. It's also why he was able to so easily bond with Tom.

Like a zebra, the black and white patterns on a Night Light's body is unique to it. No two have the exact same pattern and it's easy to tell which dragon is which by their spots.

When facing off against larger dragons, the Night Light pack uses their numbers and their unique coloring to their advantage. They fly together at high speeds so that their black and white parts start to blur together and confuse enemy dragons on where to attack.

Night Light dragons aren't just born through Night Furies and Light fries having children or through two Night Lights breeding. When a Night Light breeds with a Light Fury, any dragons that aren't pure white are considered as Night Lights and are welcomed into the pack.

Night Lights and Skrills are natural enemies because the Skrill often attack their groups until the Night Lights retaliate with their electrical abilities and the Skrill can absorb their electricity into their bodies. Skrill attacks are a serious concern for Night Lights as they wear down their already small population.

[chic-beyond-the-wall]

More medieval dyes for y'all!

[monstersovka]

Fallen from the sky with grace ✷

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Head Canons:

Sacrificial Bride

Yandere Dragon Shifter x Princess Reader

TW: Yandere behavior, manipulation, Somniaphilia (suggested), delusional yandede, complacency, etc.

Feroc the Ferocious was the kind of dragon who would bring any silly knight to their knees. The kind of dragon that inspired legends and stories to be written in books. The kind of dragon that was larger than any castle human like could ever dream to build. The kind of dragon that could decimate a kingdom with a single breath of his fiery flames if he was angered… the dragon that your own people sacrificed you, the princess, to in order to save themselves from his wrath.

And so they bound you up and threw you before him. Your own father on his knees as he begged the great dragon for mercy in exchange for his own flesh and blood… the kingdom’s most prized beauty in exchange for peace. An offer Feroc quickly accepted before the king could utter another word!

Dragons collected beautiful treasures! Dragons hoarded their treasure in caves and abandoned castles fad from prying eyes… and unbeknownst to you, Feroc found you to be rhetorical most beautiful

For dragons, a sacrificial spouse was an ancient tradition and this was the first time he’d been offered such a perfect bride! How could he refuse you? Especially when your own people begged him so prettily? Would you beg for him just as beautifully one day?

And so you were scooped up in his ginormous talons and carried away in the sky to a lone tower deep in the mountains. Your new home… your home with Feroc.

You could recall how scared of him you used to be. You’d heard from many people of how this giant scaled beast before you was a man eater. Of how he swallowed many knights in his time… yet this dragon seemed so shy from your experience so far. Skittish even.

Feroc often brought you various jewelry and fine silks from his daily raids. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t bring you a gift of some kind. His molten eagerly studied your form despite his persistent silence. Feroc’s company disturbed you as much as it comforted you.

It took a month for him to speak to you. His accent was heavy from the olden tongue he spoke but he knew the same language you spoke. His voice was booming and low, it could easily strike terror in others… but for some reason, his voice calmed you. Perhaps loneliness has finally crept its fangs into your heart? You weren’t sure…

Feroc would bring you anything you wanted to eat. Within means, of course. He’d bring you delicacies he’d likely looted off some poor caravan if you said you wanted sweets. There was no extremes he wouldn’t go to for you, which was odd since he was a dragon who’s been around for hundred of years… why did Feroc have such an interest in a human princess?

One day, you had a nightmare of a man standing in the corner of your room. Your scream in the night quickly alerted your guardian who peaked his large eye in your room in worry.

“Princess? What’s wrong?”

“I just had a nightmare… I thought there was a man in my room.” You wiped the sweat from your forehead while Feroc clicked his tongue.

“No man could ever scale his tower. I’m the only one who can enter. I’d never let anyone harm you.” The red and black dragon grumbled, his molten eyes glanced you once over. “Why? Do you… want a human companion?”

“I do get lonely sometimes.” You admitted to Feroc . His eyes now filled with hurt. “I do enjoy your company but… I miss being able to touch another human.”

Feroc didn’t understand your sentiment. He was a might dragon! The strongest of his kind! Feroc has proven himself to be the best of mates to you and yet you were still displeased? Was it because he was a dragon? Would you be happier if he showed you his other form?

“I’ll figure something out then… get some sleep.”

Feroc now snuck in your bedroom when you slept. He ghosted his clawed fingers over your oblivious form in wonder. His clawed fingers were too sharp, he’d have to dull them more… he didn’t want to cut up his pretty princess!

Feroc’s gentle touches progressed when he noticed how heavy of a sleeper you were. His desire to see what made you human drove him to insatiable heights. No area was left unexplored with his eyes. He needed to be perfect. Feroc had to be compatible with you. You and him were going to have young one day, after all! Feroc didn’t want to harm you in the process!

Feroc was able to mold his body into a perfect man. Once that was the perfect size for you, yet still immense so you’d know it was him. Feroc now stood at a massive seven feet tall rather than the hundred feet of his dragon form.

Yet there was a constant fear within him that you’d die of old age or of natural causes… Feroc knew humans were fragile creatures so he did what he had to. Feroc shared half of his heart with you while you slept. It was a simple spell and a painless procedure for you. One that would benefit the both do you in the long run!

If one of you died, the other would! You’d never age! You now shared a lifespan with him. Feroc couldn’t wait to tell you once the two of you made everything official!

It took another month for him to reveal this perfect form to you. Feroc had to let the excitement die down from sharing his heart with you so you didn’t freak out! Humans were such finicky creatures, after all! And he’d be an awful mate if he frightened you with a subject you had no knowledge on…

All you needed was to see this devilishly beautiful form of his and you’d be bewitched.

“Look at us… we’re so beautiful together.” Feroc whispered into the skin of your shoulder as he admired your reflection beside him. “I think I’ll find you more gold to decorate you with, my treasure.”

“Feroc, I don’t understand.” You jump when Feroc dragged his forked tongue across your exposed shoulder.

“You accepted all of my gifts and you’re the only one who suits me.” Feroc hissed his obsidian eyes flashed a bright gold. “Wouldn’t you rather be by my side than in my stomach?”

You gulped and obediently rested your head on his chest which made him purr in contentment. His muscular arms wrapped around yours as his wavy black hair tickled your skin.

“I’m joking, I’d never eat you.” Feroc smiled before he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “You’re my bride, after all.”

You didn’t need to know about how many knights he’s killed over the last few months for you. Feroc would take care of you until the day the both of you died. Every heinous act he’s ever committed over these last few months we’re all for his beautiful, blushing bride.

[zoroshark]

[Headcanon] Cheeky surprise 

[witchthewriter]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑶𝒏𝒆.

⤷ gender neutral, Valyrian blood (dragon rider), and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: I was inspired by @reiignonme, and I just HAD to do this. I'm so excited to write it. Also, I do know that dragons are aggressive creatures, but to their bonded rider, they're different.

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍:

・The God of Dragons, is what his title should have been

・But to you, he wasn't the intimidating beast that everyone saw him as.

・To you he was a work of art, a creation so wonderous that your breath hitched whenever you saw him.

・You show your love to him by laying beside him, treating him with respect and dignity.

・You hate leaving him on his own, but you allow him his independence.

・Never in a million years would you put him in the Dragonpit, chained and waiting for you.

・And in turn, he shows you his love by fiercely protecting you. He will fly you anywhere, and calls whenever he's beckoned.

・Only obedient to you, he doesn't listen to anyone else but you. However, it's almost as if he's level-headed and can be reasoned with.

・The other dragons fall in line and let him lead - which means you're the leader as well.

・His roar is earth-shakingly loud. And it can be heard from miles away.

・All of your subjects bow to you, knowing your power.

・Because we know, that a dragonrider has the same traits as their dragon.

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐒:

・Is quite the adventurous dragon; she isn't one to be paraded around like Silverwing or Dreamfyre. She rather dislikes large crowds, preferring mountainsides and flying over oceans. She doesn't like small spaces either.

・Bonding with Meraxes was like bonding with a Border Collie - always has energy and curiosity

・But unlike Quicksilver, Meraxes is less energetic in a comic sense. She's more mature; more battle-worn.

・Will protect you unrelentingly.

・Hates sudden loud noises

・But loves hearing how much you love her and how much of a good job she's done

・Her teeth are smaller than the other dragons, but more pointed/sharp and there's more of them

・Her roar is also more high pitch and of a scream

・Meraxes' scales are pearlescent and seem to move in the sunlight

・Not many people know that, because she doesn't like being approached by others.

・That's why she isn't kept in the dragonpit.

・But she isn't as aggressive as Vermithor or the Cannibal

・You can tell that she wants a mate though, and often tries to woo Balerion - but he wants none of it.

𝐕𝐇𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑:

・She shows her love by waiting for you to sit on her saddle before taking off.

・You have to shout out the command to fly and then, she takes off.

・You have a very special bond with Vhagar, which clicked into place because you would spend more time looking after her than making her fly.

・For example, talking to her, brushing/washing her, stroking her face.

・For those who don't think dragons understand - you're wrong because they really do. That's why some riders have a bigger bond than others.

・Some just see their dragon as an animal, as a beast. But those that see them as apart of them, that's when the true bond clicks into place.

・And you knew that being pampered is everyone's dream - or just being doted upon. So, because you put in the hours for her, she does the same for you.

・She obeys your commands without question, because she trusts you.

・But she doesn't like anyone else touching her, in fact there's a few trainers with burnt hands because of Vhagar.

・She loves laying in the sun, and will fly you to a beach to lay in the sand. Often you're chastised by your family for bringing sand into the castle.

𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑:

・LOVES TO FLY

・She's the type of dragon to be like, "let's go faster! let's go faaaaasteeeer!"

・Isn't as aggressive as others, but would rather be away from people if able.

・Hates being paraded around

・But will do it if persuaded with food and belly rubs (although most dragons don't like to expose their stomachs as it is one of their most vulnerable body parts)

・When you introduce her to a friend or acquaintance, she does a big roar and then huffs a laugh at the person's scared response

・One of the more docile dragons like Silverwing

・Has similar colouring to Meraxes, but unlike her, Quicksilver is smaller but nimbler.

・One of the fastest

・Can beat anyone in a race

・And she LOVES to race

・Has to be ridden everyday otherwise she goes hyperactive and will lash out at the trainers

・Once when you were bedridden for a week, she flicked a whole group of trainers with her tail and then let out the biggest flame she had ever expelled.

・Tail flick = I'm irritated, Roar = I'm hungry or is trying to scare someone for a laugh, Fire = she is actually angry, Baring her teeth = scared

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋:

・No one is allowed to approach him, hell no one is allowed to look at him.

・He's an incredibly aggressive and temperamental dragon. One that hates everyone but you.

・Completely black, he's known for eating other dragons - which makes him an outsider. No dragon, no matter how mighty, doesn't feel safe around him

・Even Balerion keeps his distance

・You weren't sure whether to keep his name or not, since you did have an emotional connection with him.

・But you guessed that he like being intimidating

・You have to feed him yourself or he will go hunting for dragons or sheep. Hasn't actually eaten a person, but has killed many.

・As he's your bonded dragon, people are a lot more intimidated by you. Since dragons and riders have somewhat similar traits.

・Although he does like showing you his den. He looks at you like, 'it's nice, isn't it. Did you see the bones I placed at the front? Yeah...it's to scare people off...'

・You see him differently than others see him. You aren't afraid of him. It's how you were able to bond with him in the first place.

・There was something in his eye that you thought was vulnerability, rather than hostility.

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑:

・His favourite form of physical touch is being scratched, like, really really scratched.

・Vermithor's back leg will wobble in absolute delight

・Especially when you get to those places where he cannot reach himself

・Doesn't like anyone but you doing it (or anyone but you being in the room when you do it)

・He's a very private & grumpy boi. Doesn't like being woken too early either. And likes to have an afternoon nap.

・And an angry/aggressive one too. He doesn't like being woken up early, and once you had to dodge out of his firing line. When he realised it was you, he made a really long upset face (that only you and his only other rider, Jaehaerys has seen)

・But he's incredibly loyal, and would die for you.

・What's important to you, is important to him (unless it's before 8am)

・Can sense when you're overwhelmed and will let out a huge roar so no one comes near

・Likes when you fall asleep with him. He may like his solitude, but he doesn't mind company (it depends on the company)

・Actually likes doing royal processions because he gets to show off how big and scary he is. He knows it's too remind the people of whose in charge.

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆:

・The least aggressive out of all the dragons (but that doesn't make her a formidable foe.)

・It's almost as if Silverwing understands that dragons keep people in line, but an approachable dragon keeps the respect and admiration of the people

・If she's patient and sociable with others, then you know damn well she has all the love, patience and affection for you.

・She shows her affection by nuzzling into your open palm, her eyes closed and you swear her lips are in the shape of a smile

・Wherever you are - standing alone, or in a crowd etc., she has her body wrapped around you; shielding you.

・And when you're alone together, she'll lay down and let you rest with her, and/or on her. Then, she'll fully wrap around you to help you warm up.

・She absolutely loves spending time with you. Funnily enough, she's a very outgoing dragon.

・She won't let you come into any harm though. Either because she herself has placated the people who could hurt you (the common people) by interacting with them calmly and gently.

・And if anyone tries to hurt you, she's the first to react. Although her temperament seems calm, she is highly protective of you and will burn someone to ash if they try to hurt you.

・When you're in King's Landing and the King demands that Silverwing be put in the Dragonpits, you sneak down to sleep with her. You have a very tight bond.

・Otherwise, she takes you somewhere else to sleep; amongst the grass, so you can fall asleep underneath the stars.

[useless-moss]

Continuation of httyd/rtte dragon headcanons

This episode: Skrills

Skrills have gills to allow them to take in more oxygen at high altitudes/within heavy storm clouds. It's also an evolutionary adaptation since they'd often be flying for long distances over large bodies of water, which left them vulnerable to large water dwelling dragons that would often try to drown them

They're one of the more passive dragons despite their aggressive/scary appearance. They really only attack humans or other dragons to defend their families, territory, or themselves, so if you make it clear you mean no harm a Skrill will gladly allow you near them

They are also one of the few dragons that will allow a human to ride them after only a few minutes of interaction

They make nest outlines of rocks that are lined with whatever soft materials they can gather. Grass, leaves, shed fur from mammals, their own shed scales, etc. Their nests are some of the only things they will refrain from frying with their electricity

Additionally, they nest and lay their eggs during 'wet seasons' so they can remain in one place for the 4-6 months it takes their young to grow large enough to learn to fly without help

Skrills don't mate for life, but both father and mother will stick around to help raise the hatchlings until they're old enough to care for themselves, at which point both parents and their children will go their separate ways to find their own territories. Occasionally the following season the same pair will mate again and the process will repeat, but more often than not they will each choose different partners

A Skrill clutch will usually have 3-5 eggs

Skrills and Night Furys have, historically, gotten along quite well. It wasn't exactly uncommon to find a few different nesting Skrills and their mates sharing a territory with a pack of Night Furys

In related news, female Night Furys would often look after Skrill nests/hatchlings while the parents hunted or simply took a break

Skrills rarely remain in packs for more than a nesting period. They prefer to be alone but are not opposed to sharing space, food, or even the sky itself with each other

They are one of the most intelligent species of dragons

Because of the electricity constantly buzzing across their scales they are immune to scale dwelling parasites, since the parasites are fried upon contact

Scale colors can vary from dark blues, purples, grays, and blacks but they are very rarely one solid color. Patterns, spots, and/or fading colors are more or less a guarantee

All I got for now. I'll probably do Night Furys or the Bewilderbeast next

[dead-end-draws]

WOF tribe Merchant/Trading booth concepts:

Hey folks! This one was the recent winner of this WOF poll, so here’s my concept art that headcannons trading in Pyyria.

Read below cut for close-ups of the individual booths + the thought process / headcannons behind the design choices: 👇

Skywings: The Sky Kingdom’s mountain ranges provide plenty of pasture for raising sheep. As such, Skywing shepherds benefit from traveling to sell their wool, dyes, fabric, and woven tapestries. Many of these merchant tables also include herbs grown exclusively in the mountains, or ibex drinking horns that can be strapped on a dragon’s shoulder & carried in flight.

Along with goods, Skywing merchants may offer sewing services to fix tears, burn marks, or other fabric damage. They are sought out for their quality clothing, and most fabric across Pyyria originated from a Skywing’s talons.

Mudwings: Mudwings’ abundant food & cooking skills are envied almost anywhere in Pyrria. Their swamps have fertile soil, responsible for hosting diverse crops which can be purchased as produce at merchant stalls. For those lucky enough to find a traveling Mudwing merchant, the promise of a delicious dish can be whipped up and served at the stall in no time. Along with produce goods, Mudwings sell weaved baskets, spices, and cooking ware.

Sandwings: Sandwing booths offer luxuries of the desert: It’s most common to find accessories such as gold carved jewelry or musical instruments such as drums, lyres, & mandolins for sale. Though, even more sought out across Pyrria is Sandwing tattoos/piercings, which are done within the merchant areas. Ink etchings on papyrus paper are stationed outside their tents to showcase designs. All which can be selected, and poked into the skin with a tapping stick and plant dye ink by a trained talon.

Seawings: SeaWings sell a variety of ocean related goods; taking a share in the fish market with Icewings. Outside of food, there are den decorations like driftwood carvings, accessories such as seashell & pearl jewelry, and rope nets weaved by expert Seawing sailors. Some Seawings even sell fishing equipment, canoes, or offer sailor knot tying instructions to curious dragon buyers.

Nightwings: During the war, it was near impossible to find a Nightwing merchant. Most refused to participate in merchant territory, mostly as a way to keep up with their tribe’s mysterious nature.

Though in the more shady, unground parts of the market you can buy from a huge selection of obsidian weaponry, the sharpest in Pyyria. No one knew initially how Nightwings smithed so many weapons, or why, until their secret volcano kingdom and the intention to invade the rainforest was discovered. Then forging armor & weapons became clear. Along with a vast armory, for the right price, some Nightwing merchants offer Prophecies & Nightwing Literature (not always guaranteed to always be reliable) and assassin services as well (very reliable).

Rainwings: Though Rainwings haven’t been part of Pyyria’s trading for years, they have a vast hold on dragon medicine. An apothecary of herbs, salves, and remedies are all offered for various ailments due to the rainforest’s abundant resources. Along with medicinal goods, many Rainwings are fruit vendors, promising to any hesitant meat-eating dragons that such an array of flavors isn’t to be missed. Though, their fruit selling pitches often fall flat to most other predominantly meat-eating tribes.

Icewings: Icewings have everything a dragon could need to brace the cold, with a selection of goods only found in the most frigid regions of Pyyria. Furs, bone jewelry, and fresh fish (thanks to frost breath) are served on ice. Though Icewings themselves don’t require fur to withstand the cold, it’s considered fashionable and common in upper ranks to wear fur as a status symbol. Since metal is hard to smith without fire & in cold temperatures, fur and bone are more accessible to Icewings for clothing statements.

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Red Death Headcanons

- Red Deaths are a female dominated species. All members of the race are biological females, however they do carry both sets of genitals. The only reason they mate is to keep the species going, and they only breed 4-5 times in their entire lifespan. They are like snails in that they will often just slip sperm into each other and leave.

- The Red Death are a very, very motherly species. Their flock is like their hatchlings, and they will continuously take in more and more members who have been separated from their families, had accidents, are lost, or are even just looking for a new flock.

- They are really only pests while they are pregnant. They urge their flock to gather more food, which oftentimes is away from the island that they live on because the numbers take a serious dip during the 400 or so years that they are pregnant. Sometimes their pregancies will only last 100, however due to their immense size and 10,000+ year lifespan they are required to have long pregnancies.

- Red deaths give live birth.

- After baby is born, the mother will often crush up bones and mix the calcium rich powder with the mineral rich fluid they have stored in their crop during their pregnancy and which will be used to feed the dragon’s young for the 40-50 years that they are in their mother’s care. After they start eating meat, they have learned everything they will ever need to know about running their own nest, and they will go off to start their own flock.

- Red Deaths sculpt their cavernous homes inside of the bellies of giant mountains, and as her flock grows, the red death will burrow out more caverns and rooms for her flock using her superheated fire to melt the rock and make dens for all of her subjects. Oftentimes, when they start running out of room she will go out and begin dragging large boulders she has chipped off and carried in her stomach to the mountain, melt them with her fire, and then spill them onto the mountain and inside to add extra support so that the weight of the structure doesn’t cave in.

- Each Red Death has six eyes due to the fact that their ancestors used to use them to hunt, before they adapted to live in giant caverns with large flocks of dragons. This, however, was millions of years before people were around, when dragons were more closely related to that of dinosaurs. (Speed stingers are the very distant ancestors of the dromeosaurs, for example, which spilt off into dragons and things related to birds, while the red deaths were more related to that of the tyrannosaurs, with their huge heads and powerful jaws.)

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Morrowseer

Nightwings tend to mimic the sky they were born under. That being said most nightwings born on the volcano are a mix of red or gray and tend to be completely starless or even 'foggy' due to the constant smoke.

That being said, nightwings who venture outside of the volcano tend to start develop silver scales, though they'd almost never come to have as many as a nightwing who had been born under a regular night sky.