#pred!gem

[boiled-ginger-ale]

Gem would probably eat joel-

she would. for the bit.

[benjaminthewolf]

Late Halloween Treat

Yeah yeah I know October’s over, but college has been keeping me real busy so I just never got around to posting this until now.

Surprise! I can draw vore too!

Featuring @starlightgirl242 as prey! This was actually drawn for her birthday!

[chibiabsol]

Naga and Jackle coiling YCH final

Thank you @@WereFox for commissioning me!

Posted using PostyBirb

[safe-from-sharp-teeth]

Ayo! I haven't answered asks in FOREVER, so it's time for some spring cleaning :) Also answering other stuff, like what I've been up to.

If you sent an ask and it's not here, sorry! I may have deleted it because the prompt required too much work of me and I wasn't feeling it, or I was uncomfortable.

Let's gooooo !

Firstly - where have I been? Work REALLY picked up in a way I wasn't expecting over the last...4 months? I was working double and often triple the hours I was used to. With work, vacations, random illnesses, and many video games I got a bit too obsessed with, this blog took a backseat. Plus, sometimes I get disinterested in vore when obsessed with something else. Sometimes, that lasts months, and it did this time.

But now I can confirm that work will FINALLY chill for a long period of time. I'm free! And more motivated than ever! Wahoo! Thanks for your support ALWAYS.

Next big question - when am I going to do more of my story? The one with Asyr? AHHHHHGHHGHH this story has consumed my life. I think about it daily. I dream about it. And yet I'm not as comfortable writing as I am drawing, so writing is a slow process that my perfectionist ass struggles with. I can assure you that there is a story in the works - and I am working on it at a snail's pace.

Okay, ask time...

@ponyluvesonic09 AYO maybe I'll make a full ghost pred pros/con list for you, because that sounds awesome! Kir//by is one of the silliest canon preds out there. Honestly getting eaten by him would be like getting vored by a vacuum, LOL. Galaxy tummy!! Imagine a prey floating around in one of those item bubbles all grumpy. Thank u for the ask, this is good stuff.

no. ( /・・)ノ

UWAGHHHHH I LIKE HER!!! Never played O/verwat/ch but what a gem!! I have a random fondness for centaur-like preds nowadays. She looks so cozy. THANK U I LOVE HER!!!

@tiger9o0 I have not played r//ain w//orld or know what it's about, LOL. Looks like a platformer? Man, I'm terrrriiiiibblleee at those. But whoever this is on the cover, I LIKE EM. A+. (That might not answer ur question shdjbghkjg SORRY)

@heimkoheimkofan LOVE THAT I GOT THE ROBOT ENJOYERS AFTER THAT ONE POST....YES yall are so right and I'm so wrong for just hard metal robot tums. I will rectify my mistake soon I PROMISE. Also oh! You were the one asking about stomachs other than elemental ones! IVE HAD THAT IN MY DRAFTS FOREVER IM SORRY AHHHH. I REALLY love your imagination with tums and you've inspired me to think of some awesome environments! THANKS

@fastfur07 BWAH?? Ugh I'm all over the place when it comes to art. Some pieces take 30 min (like the zangooc I drew at the top of this post), most take 2 days. Some really hard drawings like my wolf bat creechur from a few months ago and my shrimp from last year took a month. THANK U??

We're going back so far that I think this is about my naga oc (which I'm in the midst of redesigning cough cough). For him, he would never tolerate being prey, extremely unwilling bahaha. In general, I haven't thought much about naga or snake prey! I get the appeal of slurping up a noodle, but I just prefer human prey :)

@fastfur07 you fiend, you always give me the best drawing ideas. UNFORTUNATELY, I didn't have time to draw something for this one. BUTTTT....

(i've had this next one in my drafts for forever)

then i had a silly comic. I'll post the wip here because I won't finish it, so enjoy bahaha.

@blizzaria123-blog THANK U im rapidly melting into a puddle from ur words

@mrpotatomanversionsix relevant. i will continue drawing them 4 u

?!??!!??!?!??!?!?!??!?!? how dare u enter my ask box with this blasphemy

@sfwsillynoms WAH!!! you!!! I'm currently redesigning my naga oc but when I finish I'll tag you, if you're still around! And he can 100% be drawn with ur preysona :)

@mystorl i am SO late to this, but SMART. I like it. I shall give my lil guy this friend. I just want to let u know that I see this and it's wonderful and I will do something abt it.

I remember this ask made me laugh a ton when I first got it. thank u. idk why I find this so funny

@sillylilprey IM CRYING RIGHT BACK AHHHH this is an ancient ask, but thank u! hope you're still enjoying!

@terrytheinsane finally, the last ask in my askbox. I love it. You have been wronged with how long it took me to answer you. I have gained knowledge from your ask. THANKS

AND THAT'S IT!! Thanks guys, I hope to make you proud! Feel free to send more asks, and hopefully I will answer in a TIMELY manner.

Goodnight! And remember: Nice Vore ᕕ༼⌐■-■༽ᕗ

[reddragon-cowboy]

@humanitysong asked: xxx but how about a hc those two share in their relationship?

Send me XXX and I will share a nsfw headcanon about my muse. Notes: Biting. Pining. Height difference. Pred x Prey dynamic. They got a primal/breeding kink :'> It's a bit vague under read more but still. This somehow got turned into a quick little oneshot/drabble. . . More here

Now, Spike wouldn't accept just any ole bounty available that Big Shot provides on their television segment. For one, his crew knew by firsthand experience how fickle he can be, exhibiting an indifferent attitude when a bounty doesn't suit his interests enough to get involved in the chase. In his mind, it's not worth it to put in the effort for someone that lacks value. Typical small fry. But other than that, he loves the chase of running after a high-paid bounty, ever prepared with his handgun pulled out its holster and lowered as he draws close to his target on quick, silent feet you could barely hear approaching. There’s a specific thrill in the chase of hunting down anyone seen as prey.

And in his eyes, Niah was a rare beauty to behold, a priceless gem scavenged from the caves of old earth, someone worthy of the chase who could fulfill his utmost desires carnal in design. And, well, he also liked to play games. . . games like cat and mouse. He'd play as the cowboy while she's the bounty. Or he'd take on the role of the predator in the wild while she's the prey who dashes through the thicket he must catch in the bushes, which actually falls in line to their opposing natures: wolf & rabbit. It's one of his favorite games to play. . . in fact. . . Niah was his ( only) favorite person to play it with since she plays her part so well.

For starters, he'd give her a head start, allowing her to slip of out his grasp, maybe even let her disappear out of sight to let her think she can get away, set the belief in her mind that she can run away. And she might act innocent and naive during these games they play, but Niah was certainly no fool and knows her place. She well knows she couldn't escape the smell of a bloodhound, knows how capture was inevitable as his nose trails after her, following her sweet fragrance that lingers in the wind like a beast who prowls within the underbrush, lurking beneath the surface of day in search of its next meal.

In one way or another, Spike would eventually have her cornered or pinned down beneath him, trapped between his jaws as teeth sink into her skin, nipping at her soft flesh with fervor and intense want. It'd feel humid as his hot breath wash over her cheeks with a fierce warmth, sultry whimpers sneaking in-between her curvaceous lips as he plants bite marks upon her neck with a low growl. Wet tongue buried deep in her mouth till air escapes her lungs, his heavy weight pressing down against her, and she'd squirm beneath his strength that keeps her still where he wants her. And. . . oh ? Where does she think she's going ? Don't tell me she's trying to escape again ? Well, that's kind of silly to think a little prey like her can slip through his claws so easily.

This is something she wanted, after all, to be owned by him as she lets him do what he pleases, let his primal instincts take over as he devours and breeds her.

[im-just-a-little-freak]

me on my way to write a pred oc but the pred basically has a bottomless pit of a stomach and literally is willing to consume anything from food to objects (gold coins and gems) to people

[dzamie-oc]

Voretober 08 - Sudden

Length: 1800 words Vore type: Oral vore, unwilling prey, M/F, M/M Fandom: D&D Other info: kobold/human, kobold/elf, digestion, fast digestion, smaller pred Summary: How does a little kobold eat adventurers over twice his size? Very quickly, and they don't last long. Apparently eating is a free action.

Saverin wiped the gnoll blood off of his sword, but kept it out - until he and the others knew they'd found a safe room, it was dangerous to let his guard down so completely. Somewhat luckily, one of the gnolls had gotten blasted through the next door by one of Viera's spells. Saverin stashed his rag and raised his shield as he stepped through the stone-lined doorway.

The group passed through the hallway relatively uneventfully. Garren froze a giant rat that even Elise hadn't seen with their breath; Severin was inclined to think it would've left them alone, but he knew better than to argue with their scaly cleric over their hatred of rodents. And then there was another door, this one intact. Elise slipped past the rest of the group to fiddle with the lock, and with a quick click, she soon pushed it open before retreating behind Saverin's guard.

The room was mostly empty, save for a table with a half-finished game of Solitaire, a few scattered chairs, a visibly empty chest, and a single kobold leaning against a door and spinning a fork in his hands. The kobold in question was better-equipped than Saverin expected of his species, with half a metal helmet over the upper half of his face, a few spiked rings affixed to his tail, and a pair of leather shoes that somehow fit his lizardy feet. Saverin had taken only a couple steps in when the kobold looked up and tossed the fork onto the table. "Oh, you guys made good time. You can't go through, by the way. Dragon says no."

Garren started to say, "does she know that we only seek-" but was swiftly cut off by their other magic-user.

"Well, your dragon's about to learn otherwise! Now stand aside, or I'll be opening that door with your corpse!" The red gem on Viera's staff glowed, menacing.

"She's said she has no patience for more slayers, and granted me speed to fulfill her will," the kobold countered, with no worry in his voice, "so… leave. Or stay here forever, but you aren't going in."

A magical incantation in an equally magical language spilled forth from Viera's lips, and a ball of fire shot from her staff, scorching a decent area around him. A quick glance to the side, and Saverin saw Garren murmur a quick prayer; they couldn't stop their fellows from killing creatures who weren't even defending themselves, but they could at least seek forgiveness on their behalf. Saverin wasn't a religious man, himself, but he understood their plight-

Just then, a strange, muffled shout pulled his and Garren's focus from the scorched and wrecked door. The kobold was just past where Viera had casted from, but their mage was nowhere to be seen - well, that wasn't entirely true; the diminutive lizard rested on a massive gut, scales stretched beyond reasonable to accommodate something over twice his size, even curled up tight. His tail swished slowly, and with arms crossed, the kobold looked out of his helmet at the remaining trio. "Okay. Let's try this again. You can't go in, so leave. Once you do, and this troublemaker apologizes, I'll let-"

Elise struck from the shadows, seeming more like a trick of the light than an elf. "Now, when it can't move!" she shouted, driving her daggers towards the kobold's bloated gut, an easy target.

At least, it would have been, had the kobold not landed a solid kick on her, sending her flying into a wall with a crash that surprised Saverin with its lack of sound. The swordsman tore his eyes away from the horrid scene to the door, or rather where the door used to be. Slowly, he started to creep towards it, though morbid curiosity kept him staring at what the kobold was doing.

At the moment, the kobold was hissing, annoyed. "Look, if you really want to try this, I'd better just…" He rolled back, landing on his feet, and stretched. An awful gurgling and growling echoed in the small, stone room, immediately joined by Viera's screaming. Loud cracking and snapping ensued as, before their very eyes, the lumpy bulk of the kobold's stretched stomach grew rapidly both less lumpy and less bulky, shrinking into a noticeable but much more normal-looking gut. He thumped his chest with his fist a couple times, then opened his scaly jaws to let out a truly massive belch, ridding himself of even that amount of bloat. Saverin figured that, if he'd been next to that monster, his ears would be ringing, and that may be the least of his problems. A wisp of red, magical flame issued from the predator's maw, the only sign that Viera had even been in the room.

"Now then, you wanted to fight?" the lizard challenged, glancing around the room. Elise had once again melted back into the shadows, and it seemed that, for all his speed, the kobold's eyes were normal. Saverin shuffled a little closer to the door, over halfway there…

A pair of knives flew at the kobold from behind; it was only then that Saverin managed to spot the shadowy elf. But only for a moment; the swordsman only barely registered the clatter of metal on stone after a blur of scales seemed to instantly transform the sinewy, stealthy assassin into a much more compact, scaly mass hanging off of the kobold's midsection. This time, he leaned one hand against the wall and put his other hand on his hip, more addressing Elise than the rest of- than Saverin and Garren.

"Really, this could have not happened if you just left, or even didn't atta- AGH, OW!" He stumbled, supporting himself on his oversized gut, and gritted his sharp teeth, muttering curses in Draconic that surely made Garren blush through their scales. "Grraah, you wanna fight like a rat, I'll treat you like one!"

Blanching, Saverin turned and ran; it didn't stop him from hearing Elise's cry cut off, or the sickening crunch of bones shattered even before melting, but he at least didn't have to see it, and maybe he could be around the corner and out of the kobold's-

The next thing Saverin saw was a set of small, but very hungry-looking draconic jaws opened unreasonably wide right in front of his face. He grunted, more from discomfort than pain, as his arms and legs were forced to immediately curl up against him; it even took a couple seconds to realize that he couldn't see anything, and that he'd gone from a cool, slightly damp cave system to a hot, humid, and wet…

Kobold stomach.

Saverin tried to reach for his sword, but it had been either knocked away or was trapped against him where he couldn't reach. Fear gripped him in the deadly, acrid chamber as he realized his hands had already started to tingle, and he desperately hoped it was just a lack of circulation, rather than the kobold doing… well, he didn't want to think about it. To make matters worse, the deadly lizard let out a short laugh over his doom. "Ha! Using your own allies as bait to sneak by? Devious, but my mistress's boons are stronger. Will you finally agree to just leave? I'm running out of lessons to give, not that I mind."

"We aren't here to kill her!" Garren's voice was muffled just as Viera's and Elise's voices had been, but this time Saverin was on the other side of things. "She has twenty-three overdue library books and we're asking for them back! Ideally with the fine, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there."

The kobold is worryingly quiet for a few seconds; Saverin couldn't decide if he wanted this ordeal to hurry up or never reach its inevitable conclusion. Eventually, though, he spoke up, "why didn't the other three say anything?"

"After the giant rats, the slimes, and the gnolls, even I didn't expect you to actually speak."

"Oh. That's… I'm not sorry - those two tried to kill me - but I wish it hadn't happened."

Saverin struggled around, pressing out from within his fleshy prison. "Hey! You can let me out now!"

More silence, save for the disquieting gurgle of his captor's guts shifting around. "Uhh… surely this can be done with just one person? And I'll just… keep him until you get back, just in case you secretly plan to try to kill my mistress! It'll be twice as hard with only one person!"

Even through the kobold's belly and scales, Saverin heard Garren's sigh. "KOBOLD," they said, with a severity to their voice. The rest of their words was in Draconic, so the trapped swordsman could only hope the cleric knew what they were doing.

"Y- of course, O Dragon," the kobold said, in a much shakier voice than before. And then, he moved.

Saverin had to squint his eyes against the instant re-existince of light. He coughed and sputtered, getting the stale and sharp air out from his lungs and the kobold drool and stomach juices from his mouth. Shakily, he stood and shambled over to his dropped sword, immediately sheathing it just in case the kobold thought it a good excuse. And speaking of the kobold, the swordsman turned to see him kneeling on the floor before Garren. Saverin did his best to shake off his wet clothes and armor, then turned to the cleric, himself. "Uh… thanks, Garren. I'm pretty sure you just saved my life."

Garren awkwardly rubbed their neck. "Don't mention it, please. I panicked. I should've talked him out of it, rather than…" they trailed off, then gestured to the deferent kobold. "Anyway, are you well enough to continue? We can rest here, if you need time."

Saverin shook his head. "I can go. The sooner I get a proper bath and a proper bed, the better." Rolling his shoulders, he continued on through the doorway, and Garren followed soon after.

"When you return, may I eat him again?" the kobold called out to them, "I'll let him go, I swear!"

Saverin heard Garren's footsteps stop, and turned to see them thinking for longer than he'd like, settling on "only by his permission, and ending by the earlier of his or my request."

"Thank you, O Dragon! Good luck on your quest!"

As they walked down the final stretch to the dragon's chambers, Saverin shot the cleric a glare, to which they meekly shrugged. "I… don't like telling them outright no. So you get to. Sorry." A sudden weight came to their scaly features, and they let out a deep sigh. "When next we rest, I will perform rites in memoriam of Elise and Viera."

Saverin grumbled. "This would never have happened if the damned dragon - no offense - just read her stupid mail."

[vornyfernz]

Fun fact, I play dnd a lot, so I had a neat idea for an encounter that I really would want to do if I ever took up dming.

A statue mimic.

Vaguely humanoid shape, still non-living, Its disguise really only has a statue’s torso, it’s other limbs are it’s own. It seems like an intricately sculpted and carved statue, complete with clothes, hair, everything. It looks like it’s made solely of stone, with the exception of the red gemstone it would have at the base of its “neck”, taking the shape of some sort of brooch at the top of it’s cravat. The strangest thing about the statue would be the fact that it was wearing a wool cloak, covering its arms and legs.

One might be tempted to take that gem that I mentioned before. Bad news, that’s its eye. It will take that as a threat, and it will eat you, and there won’t even be a body left to bury based on the way that mimics devour their prey… Have fun with that.

this mimic is actually relatively tame*, belonging to a a elderly gay couple, one being a wizard, the other being a sculptor. The mimic acts more like a guard dog than anything else, choosing to stay out in the garden most nights (It likes the roses, and because of the adhesive that mimics have, a lot of roses end up stuck to it)

The mouth runs across its belly, vertically, being disguised as the seam on its clothes. The cape it wears gets caught in its mouth sometimes, so it’s tattered around the area where it overlaps with its mouth.

ANYWAYS. I think that this guy would be really fun to have in vore…

mimics are great pred material, just sayin.

*Mimics can be tamed under the right circumstances, they have a neutral alignment, are fully sentient and intelligent, and they are very food motivated. Apparently some people own them as pets. Personally… I would absolutely have a pet mimic.

[boiled-ginger-ale]

Pred!Skizz who always makes sure his prey is comfy and absolutely sure about being eaten, petting them softly and being so gentle with them to make sure he doesn’t accidentally hurt them on the way down, constantly commenting on how good they taste and how nice they feel and making them feel like they’re the best snack ever

Or alternatively, Prey!Skizz reassuring a nervous pred that he’s okay with being eaten and trusts them wholeheartedly, folds his wings carefully to make sure they don’t get in the way, occasionally yelps in surprise if the pred goes too fast, and as soon as he reaches their stomach goes something along the lines of “DUDE THAT WAS SO AWESOME-“

Idk just some thoughts ig because I can see him as either or

- 🐬

who are you and how the hell have you been reading my discord rants--

no but seriously this is exactly right he is PERFECT for newbies he is so sweet and patient and so easily excited by everything. If one of the hermits came to him in need of tummy comfort he would absolutely melt. So happy and flustered and honoured to be of service.

Hes probably really used to getting scooped up and swallowed because of how his friends are and that scar-notorious doesnt-ask-first vex man- lives very close by. So if he got caught by someone suffering a bad instinct day he wouldn't mind just sitting it out and being a comfortable weight in their stomach until they feel better. He is very helperful.

i kind of wonder if gem would ever be that nervous pred for him, not being all that used to it, being worried about hurting him, but he is just ecstatic to be spending time with his gemstone and her teeth are so pretty and sharp and shes just so soft and~ Hes very much the dad of the server.

we had a conversation on the discord about him i think- about impossible life and him just being a safehouse when the others get sick of dying all the time. big ol' angel man protec his friends from giant spiders and creepers and evil tiny zombies. cant fit in his house anymore tho-

[gsutil]

Ok, now I have to subscribe to HBO to see how this gem ends 😂

For further explanation, Mr Poopybuttholes has not accepted the end of his marriage and tries to get his wife back only to discover that not only has she already found a new boyfriend but this new guy is a predator.

This pred apparently has a size difference kink. 😲

All confusion ended in a huge fight

[clownhoodieguy]

An idea, steven universe gems (the rave not a set character) as potential pred rating

I know nothing about Steven Universe other than there is a Steven, and he's in a universe

[safe-from-sharp-teeth]

Trying my hand at some writing! This is a very new world I have, called the Heartlands, featuring a human kingdom of the same name in a world of monsters. (In Hiding actually takes place nowhere near the kingdom, but far up north.) This is a character prologue for someone you'll see more of later! Details and designs might change down the line. Enjoy :)

CHARACTER PROLOGUE: ASYR // IN HIDING

Asyr wishes on a comet to meet a human.

3k words, unwilling pred and unwilling prey, dragon vore, a lot of anxiety, angst, some good times that are quickly ruined, soft, safe, nonfatal vore only, blood mention

I wish to be a human.

Atop the cliffside overlooking the endless crater below lies a man. More accurately, a creature that looks like a man rests with fingers dug into the grass and soil below. A curious object stays cupped within his other hand, a light glow emanating from within his fingers. Stars glitter overhead, and what looks like a passing meteor shoots across the moonlit sky before burning, invariably, to dust.

No, no, that’s asking too much…I, uh…wish just to talk to a human. Face-to-face. Before mom gets them, at least. 

That happened all too often. A passing soul would venture into the cave systems below in search of glittering gems or relics of ancient civilizations, and they would never come out. If the traps didn’t get them, the dragons would.

My kin.

Asyr’s legs - currently dangling over the edge of the cliff - started swinging in place. It was the best way he could get that “tail waggle” energy out in this form without a tail. Pretending to be a human was just so fun! And dangerous. If Mom were to see-

His train of thought was interrupted as something felt very, very wrong. Anxious energy shot through his veins. What is it? Is something there? My hand- He opened his palm, perplexed, revealing the rock shard he had been holding. The glow had faded completely, leaving the stone with a dull blue hue. Wha…?

"Kid! Psst! Get away from the edge!"

Asyr scrambled. He nearly flung himself off the cliff, finding that these human fingernails were not nearly as good at hoisting himself up as his claws. But he managed to get himself away from the edge in a panic, his breathing erratic. A pale, human face watched him from behind a tree a good few yards away.

The human scrunched up his nose. “What are ya doing out here? If one of those creatures sees ya, you’ll…uh-” he stopped. He stepped out from the tree, revealing his full form: tall, medium build, with tangled brown hair and an unshaven face. He had a small pack on his back and a knife sheathed on his belt. In a swift motion, the man produced a crossbow from his pack and aimed it at Asyr.

“What…are ya?”

At this moment, Asyr was on his back, recovering from the scare. The human looked upside-down to him. He turned to be on his stomach, dirt mixing with his otherwise well-kept golden hair.

“Ah….Aghah…I’m…” The fledgling weighed his options. Dragons are methodical, nigh immortal creatures who can spend weeks, if not years pondering the best course of action for a certain event. Asyr didn’t have that kind of time, so he chose the option that he thought was less likely to get him killed. 

This choice would eventually be proven wrong.

“I’m…I’m a human,” he wheezed. “Same as you!”

“Mmm, ya don’t look like any human I’ve ever seen. Black eyes ‘n all. And are those horns?” The crossbow was still trained on his face.

“Native! I’m….native. One of the, er, descendants… of the humans who lived here. Doubt you’ve ever seen one of us; we live…underground…?” 

The human pondered. “So,” a gleam entered his eye, “yer saying ya know the area?” 

Asyr shuddered. He knew where this was going. He could say no. But this was a real human! When would he have this chance again? “Like the back of my talo…-hands.”

“Cool.” The human lowered the crossbow and retrieved a small object from his pocket. He walked over to Asyr, who was still lying in the dirt. The man grabbed him by the collar and yanked him to a standing position.

“I’m Jay,” he beamed. “And,” he placed a coin of solid gold into Asyr’s trembling hand, “how about ya lead me down there?”

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His chest felt like bursting as they descended into the pit. Typically, Asyr would just fly down, but for obvious reasons, he had to take the perilous, spiraling ramp that ran around the edge of the hole. At many points, the pair came across entrances to tunnels unknown to the fledgling, which he would simply shoo off, saying their prize was further below. The journey was awkwardly silent - Asyr had spent years daydreaming about talking to a human, and now that the chance had come, no words came out. His throat felt remarkably dry.

Instead of talking, he looked at the items that had creased his hands from holding onto them so tightly: the gold coin from Jay, and the dull, sharp rock from earlier.

“Whas’ that.”

Once again, he almost jumped in his skin. “AAh, ah, it’s…a lucky charm, I guess? It’s a piece of a comet from long ago.” Maybe I can get some information from him. “What do you know about this area, Jay?”

“Mm. Full o’ treasure, it is. Now crawling with dragons. What happened before doesn’t interest me,” he chuckled.

A sad look overtook the fledgling’s face. “W-well, you might be interested in this: it’s said that a comet struck this land a long time ago, imbuing the area with magic. Even the humans who moved in here could wield it using tools and tomes.” His eyes sparkled. “They’re long gone now, but it’s said that if you can find one of the pieces of the comet and make a wish on it, it’ll come true.” He was too embarrassed to admit how many times he had sat atop that cliff, doing this very thing.

Jay looked at the shard in the boy’s hand. “So thas’ one of the magic comet pieces, is it?”

“Well…It’s useless to me now. I think the magic’s gone if there was any-”

“Yoink.” Jay snatched the piece too quickly for Asyr to react. “Magic rocks, eh? Thanks for the tip. Could make a fortune on suckers,” he snickered.

A sparkle grew in Asyr’s eyes, his imaginary tail threatening to wag. Maybe humans have hoards, just like me.

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Finally, the pair reached a familiar tunnel to Asyr. Home. Charred remains of some former creature lie at the entrance. Mom’s warning to intruders. Oh Gods, MOM. The weight of exactly what he was doing hit him like a boulder, and Asyr struggled to breathe, his body rebelling against him.

“Are -  Are you quite sure this is a good idea?” Asyr wheezed. “I know the dragon who lives here. She - it’s dangerous. Like, really dangerous. ‘No-one-has-made-it-out-alive’ dangerous.”

Jay stiffened. “Kid, ya gotta learn a bit about treasure hunting. Dangerous izza whole point. ‘Nothing in the world is worth doing ‘less it means effort and pain and difficulty’, ‘kay? S’what we chase to feel alive.”

He steadied himself on Jay’s words. Humans believe they can do anything. He thought about the night after night that he trembled at the idea of hunting, hiding from his mother. If only I had that confidence.

“C’mon kid, let’s get a move on - while the beastie still sleeps.” Jay pat Asyr on the back, and they headed in, the dark finally swallowing them whole.

These tunnels may have originally been built by humans, but the dragons expanded when they moved in. Now they were massive, easily 30 feet tall by 30 feet wide. The ambiance felt…lonely.

This should be easy. I know the way…don’t I? As the pair ventured further in, the fledgling couldn’t help but feel a rising panic setting in. These human eyes couldn’t see in the dark like he normally could, and Jake’s paltry torch only disoriented him further. The smells were all weird, and he felt so small. A few steps as a dragon could be a few dozen for a human. Rounding a corner, the two came across a corridor lined with stone tiles. Strange holes lie between many of the tiles. 

Panic set in for Asyr. “I…I have no idea where we are. I’ve n-never seen this before.”

Jay once again patted the boy on the back. “Not to worry; ya’ve done well to lead us down here. This is a basic spike trap!” he grinned. “See the tiles that look more worn than the others? That's the path we should follow. I’ll show you.” 

“Wha-wait!” Asyr whisper-yelled as the man skipped across the stones with ease. To his surprise, Jay wasn’t skewered.

“Yer turn, kid.”

I could turn into a dragon right now and fly across. Or I could leave and never look back. But…Asyr looked at Jay’s face, a smirk lining it. He believes in me. Just pretend I’m human. I’m human…And he leaped.

Asyr ran across the tiles with an unbalanced, awkward gait. Human bodies were quite hard to control, after all. Unfortunately, this started setting off spikes mere inches from his body, causing him to barely hold in a scream. In slow motion, Jay’s smile fully turned into a grimace, expecting his partner in crime to turn into a kebab. He was pleasantly surprised(and immediately annoyed) when Asyr bounded over the last tile and scampered straight into him, knocking the two of them over.

“GAH - KID,” the human exclaimed, ready to shove the anxious mess of a person off of him. He stopped when he felt tears plop onto his shirt. “...Ya okay, kid?”

“I-I’m alive,” the fledgling sniffled, a smile spread across his face. “Th-that was the scariest th-thing I’ve ever done. Second scariest,” he rasped. 

Jay patted his head. “Here, les’ get up.” Asyr removed himself from the human, and the both of them stood back up, dust clinging to their outfits. “Not bad for your…presumably…first trap ever. (How in the world are you still alive down here) Ya know, how about…when we get the treasure, I give ya a share…like 10% for your help. And ya know that gold coin I gave ya?” Asyr nodded.

“Les’ go out after this. Get a nice meal together. Ya can use that to pay.”

Tears welled in his eyes, and Asyr hugged the roguish human. It was the first hug that the fledgling had ever experienced. Warmth flooded through the cold-blooded creature, turning his cheeks a rosy pink. My first friend.

Jay groaned. “‘Kay, kid, c’mon. We got through one trap.”

Asyr tentatively let go, laughing. Joy couldn’t help but overflow from his face. “And we’ll get through a dozen more!” They started their path forward. Jay rolled his eyes as Asyr continued, “With you, I think we can beat any-”

The net underneath them, currently hidden between the tiles, sprung upwards. In a split second, Jay and Asyr were dangling 30 feet above the ground.

“-traps.”

Jay’s demeanor began to change. “Ha, ah, um, didn’t see that one coming. L-luckily, I have a knife just for moments like this.” he unsheathed the knife from his waist and began to cut at the large net holding them in place.

Asyr felt panic rise in him for what felt like the hundredth time on this mission. But look, Jay knows what he’s doing. He’s a seasoned adventurer. It can’t get any worse.

And then, an alarm started blaring. A bell, ringing and ringing and ringing. The fledgling’s eyes went wide. He had only heard this bell a few times before when some poor soul had come for Mom’s hoard. She would always come back with blood around her mouth.

“J-JAY, can you get us o-ouT OF HERE-” Asyr said, terrified.

“It’s a huge fall! I-I’m not sure we’d even make it!” Jay stammered in response.

“PLEASE,” Asyr sobbed, reaching to wrestle the knife from his hands.

But it was too late for them to escape, even if they could survive the fall. A low growwwwllll echoed through the corridor, a huff of smoke accompanying it. Asyr tried to back up as far as he could, but the net made the situation impossible to get away from. He couldn’t even transform back into a dragon without potentially strangling himself in the net, or crushing Jay. He could only watch in terror as Ervyr, the Firebreather - his mother - leisurely crept into view.

Ervyr had a terrifying air about her. She’s one of the only Lung Dragons to still exist, and even rarer, one of the few of her kind to have been consumed by greed. She’s jet-black in appearance, with fangs larger than a human head. Her hoard is legendary and encompasses much of the Northern Crater. To try to pillage even a speck of gold from it is a monumentally foolish decision.

“Two humans,” she rumbled, “after my hoard.” She stepped on the spike trap, the spikes piercing upwards into her skin. It didn’t make a dent. “How would you like to die? Boiled? Charred?” Continuous smoke exited her nostrils. She reached out towards the net, easily slicing the top of it with a single claw, a paw underneath to catch her prey. Now, Jay and Asyr were “free”...in the hands of a dragon that wanted to kill them, of course.

“M-Mama,” Asyr croaked. There is no way to get out of this. There is no way to get out of this. We’re going to die.

“Oh look,” she puffed out a breath of smoke. “This one’s calling for their mama. Does the other one have anything to say?”

Jay was petrified. He looked like the wind had been completely knocked out of him. Still, he tried to respond. “‘S the kid. H-he brought me here; he knows about the hoard - G-gods above, kill ‘im, not m-me. I’ll tell me friends n-not to ever come ‘ere, ma’am.”

Ervyr grinned, picking up Asyr by the shirt and holding him above her mouth. Asyr squirmed, barely even registering Jay’s betrayal. “I loooooove humans. So deceptive. And so tasty, too. Looks like your time is up, kid~” she opened her jaws, her massive forked tongue lolling out. 

“Mama!! Mama!! MAMA!!!” Asyr wailed, snapping out of the shock of the situation. In an instant, he was back in his dragon form, resembling a much smaller and less fearsome Ervyr. He squirmed out of his mother’s grasp, floating in place.

She blinked with all three of her inner eyelids, Jay still cupped in her hand. Silence filled the corridor. Asyr dared not move, speak, or touch her. She had never caught him in any other form before, and a pit of dread lay in his throat thinking about what she thought of him gallivanting around as a lowly human. She had taught him to believe dragons were superior to all others. 

“Asyr.” she breathed, smoke exiting her nostrils. “What a great teachable moment you have thrust yourself into.” She uncupped Jay, who was currently stabbing at her paw with his knife. It did absolutely nothing. She grasped the knife between two claws before throwing it to the side. “You see, I will forget your little…transgression just now, under one condition.” Her claws sliced off Jay’s pack, and it unceremoniously fell on the floor.

“You eat this one.”

Asyr tensed, a shaky breath escaping him. “Mama, please-”

“YOU EAT THIS ONE,” she ROARED, the cavern walls shaking from the tremor. Smoke billowed from her mouth. The only other noise was Jay babbling to himself, praying to any god that might hear him. 

“Yes, Mama.”

“First lesson: humans carry weapons. I took care of it for you. How loving am I,” she spat, flinging the human at Asyr. The fledgling wasn’t nearly as big as her, so the human smacked him in the maw, pain shooting through his face. He managed to catch the human by the shoulders, holding on as Jay squirmed. 

“E-eat me and I’ll punch and kick and end ya, beastie,” Jay jabbered. 

“Now,” she sat back, still floating in the air. “Go ahead. Your first human. How exciting.”

Asyr trembled. He couldn’t. He simply couldn’t. This was the first human he had ever talked to, his wish upon a comet shard. No matter how Jay acted, Asyr could not find it in himself to hate him more than he hated himself. I will not kill him. I REFUSE. And yet, that refusal would mean Jay would get eaten by his mom. There is no way to get out of this. There is no way to get out of this.

And yet…

He looked down at the sniveling human, just big enough to fully fit into his maw. I could eat him in one go, and then release him outside as soon as I could. Trepidation filled his body once more. He had never done anything like this before - would he choke? He didn’t exactly have a choice. I will keep you safe.

He tentatively opened his mouth, gingerly pushing the human inside. Jay squirmed further, kicking and screaming until his arm caught on one of Asyr’s fangs, slicing into him. Jay gasped and held his arm to his chest. The dragon winced. No! Don’t squirm! He wished he could tell him as blood slid down his gullet. He shivered, hating every gulp as he forced the human further and further within him.

“Euuuaugh.” Asyr exhaled, his last gllp audible as the human slipped into him. It was awful. Whatever enjoyment could be had in this process was overshadowed by the massive stress of this entire ordeal. 

“Whole and alive?~” his mother laughed. “Perhaps you’ll be able to leave the nest earlier than I thought.” She turned away, looking back at the young dragon. “I’m off to find my dinner. You’ve given me quite the appetite.” With that, she turned a corner and disappeared.

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Vomiting out Jay was as uncomfortable an experience as eating him in the first place, Asyr found. And yet, he persisted, spitting Jay out on the same hill in which they first met. Once he was fully out of him, Asyr transformed back into his human form, wiping the saliva and stomach juices from his lips. In the distance, the sun was beginning to rise.

“Jay!! JAY!! I didn’t hurt you, did I? Oh gods, please don’t tell me my stomach hurt you. I can’t,” he sniffed, “I can’t bear any more heartbreak.”

Jay scrambled backward, protecting his arm and rising groggily, falling back onto the ground. 

“Yer SICK. Yer a FREAK!” he yelled, furiously wiping slime off his face.

“I HAD to,” he quivered. “B..But look! We’re both safe now.” He reached into his pocket, producing the gold coin he was gifted before. “We can go…out…somewhere…” he trailed off as the human sprinted away from view. The fledgling’s lower lip quivered. Heat bloomed in his face.

No one likes a dragon.

No one likes….me.

(Thanks for reading, errrrr it'll get better for Asyr soon enough...yeah...)

[fastfur07]

My blog rules. Read before interacting.

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I don't like to use fandom characters with predetermined personalities, it's just not my thing. Fandom species (like Pokemon) are okay.

I am pred only. Yes, you can be eaten by me.

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Thanks for reading!

[cyncerity]

Sapnap a giant fire elemental and his smol boyfriends?

ILL PROBABLY DRAW SOMETHING LATER BUT IM ANSWERING THIS NOW

yes yes yes yes-

firstly i know this is said a lot with Sapnap pred things but you know his belly would be really warm. In winter months he can barely convince his two little fiancés to get out cause that means they have to go back to the cold. On the plus side Sapnap in general is like their own personal heater so it’s not like they’re cold around him. It’s leaving that makes them cold, so they just…don’t leave hskslsjshk

i’m imagining Karl and Quackity as little, like,, cottagecore salesmen. like people in a kinda old timey village with a little sales cart of flowers, gems, pocket watches, and other neat trinkets.

Karl and Quackity will go to Sap’s giant threatening cave thingy in the forest and he’s like “who dare enter h- oh my god hello my loves welcome home!! <3”

Sapnap is the village cryptid and Karl and Quackity spread false rumors around the town to discourage people from going and finding Sapnap. He’s their boyfriend and the town isn’t gonna take him away, thank you very much.

Sapnap also has weird giant monster instincts that scare anyone but his little boyfriends. He likes to lightly chew on them and lick them, but they don’t mind. Karl and Quackity at the most only have a few little bruises from his love bites but they don’t tell him that, cause they don’t want him to repress how he shows his love because he thinks he’s hurting them too badly.

Quackity refuses to admit he finds Sapnap’s instincts endearing. Sapnap and Karl know it anyway, though. Also, out of the three of them, Quackity so the easiest to make flustered, but is the best at changing the subject and flustering someone else in return. Karl gets the least flustered, but is the best at making Sapnap flustered. This works in his favor cause whenever he wants Sapnap to nom him he’ll just start being cheesy and making not at all subtle comments about how he wants to be closer to him and Sapnap literally just swallows him to shut him up (this almost never works but he’s not complaining).

However, Sapnap is probably worse than Karl. He flirts constantly, and he finds it adorable. Quackity half the time just ends up sitting with his face in his hands to hide his blushing and Sapnap takes that opportunity when he’s not paying any attention to nom him.

Also Sapnap’s tum glows cause i love that. Normally it’s a light orangish, but it can change color and light intensity depending on his mood. Usually whenever Karl and Quackity are in there it’s a lighter orange-yellow and it’s way brighter than normal. Also Sap purrs and it vibrates his tum and Karl and Quackity find that really really relaxing.

People from the village have seen Sapnap asleep in his cave purring loud enough to shake the walls. However, Karl and Quackity usually leave their cloaks and bags that they took off before getting nommed near the front of the cave so that any passerbys see them and assume the worst and run away screaming. This has worked literally every time.

[dzamie-oc]

Voretober 30 - Double...

Length: 1900 words Vore type: M/F, oral vore Fandom: My Little Pony Other info: unwilling prey, griffon pred, pony prey Summary: Gallus ambushes Trixie, and then he and his friends get… almost caught out by Starlight.

"I'm not so sure this will work," a griffon with blue feathers and fur said, his devil-horn-anointed head lowered, "or that I want it to. The headmare's such a nice pony!"

Beside him, an identical griffon shot his mirror image a grin. "Oh, it'll work. Smolder and I both saw Trixie get herself and Starlight punch from that spiked bowl. All I need to do is wait for the signal and pounce just like Sandbar and I've been practicing."

Flying just above the two, an orange dragoness flapped her wings, adorned for this night with white feathers matching her plain white dress. Her COSTUME dress, that she was wearing just because it was Nightmare Night, she had insisted. She drifted a bit lower to catch their attention, then nudged the first Gallus with her tail. "And don't worry about the second part. If anycreature asks, you only knew about duplicating Gallus. Just act surprised when I drop the horn ring on."

The fake Gallus kicked a rock with his forepaw and sighed. "I… guess. But you still wouldn't have known about that part of griffon history if I hadn't told you."

The real one dramatically put the back of his own claws to his feathery forehead. "It can't be avoided; you'll have to stop helping two of your bestest friends study before you accidentally let slip that dragons can use their big, fat butts to cause earthqu-AWK!!" he cut off in a squawk as Smolder folded her wings and landed directly on his back.

"Earthquake? No. Griffonquake? That one's easy," Smolder said. She went to buff her claws on her scales, but stopped when she realized she might accidentally tear her angel costume. "Besides, I'm due for another molt soon, and if we didn't pull this prank this year with Gallus, I'd certainly do it next year with myself."

The two Galluses ("Galli?" Ocellus pondered to themself) soon reached Headmare Starlight's door. Smolder flew off the one she'd hitched a ride on, and instead hid above the doorframe, using her claws and wings to stay put. The griffons shared a nod, one reached out to knock on the door, and they waited for it to open.

"Nightmare Night! What a fright! Give us something sweet to bite!" the pair cheered in twin voices.

However, instead of their purple headmare, it was her marefriend who appeared in the doorway. Trixie had swapped her usual starry and purple robe and hat for a nurse's white cap and uniform. The unicorn looked between the two bluebirds with red horns and "wings," and smirked. "While Trixie knows this is… not good student counselor behavior, the joke is simply too good to pass up: are you finally a devil in more than just the classroom, Gallus?"

"Worse than that, I've corrupted poor Ocellus," the fake Gallus replied, and held out his candy bucket, "now you wouldn't want your dear student to get gobbled up by Nightmare Moon, would you?"

Trixie paused, tapping her forehoof to her chin in thought. Ocellus cringed as she hesitated a little longer than constituted a joke. "Trixie supposes not," she landed on, eventually. Her horn lit up, and a spooky-themed bowl floated over to them… completely devoid of candy. The three blue creatures stared at the spot where treats were supposed to be, yet clearly weren't. "Well… it is good that you have met Princess Luna, and know those rhymes are all just made up."

Gallus set his own bag of candy down, and took a step back, tensing his hind legs. "It's no worry, Counselor. I'd say you're plenty sweet on your own," he said, signaling Smolder. From her unseen perch directly above the stage magician, the dragoness let a ring, carved with sigils and inlaid with a single blue gem, fall from her claws.

Trixie smiled at Gallus. "And Ocellus, from what I hear of your studies, you don't need to butter up the teachers like that, let alone the student counsel- oh!" Her eyes widened in surprise as the ring landed around her horn and her magic fizzled out. And then they widened even more when she saw a griffon's beak gaping wide, rapidly approaching her.

Gallus barreled into Trixie, muffling her shocked shout with not only his beak, but his throat. As he worked his beak back and forth, steadily gaining ground on her skull, he quietly thanked all the practice Sandbar had let him get - it had been a little awkward at first, especially the first time he'd gotten past the pony's forelegs, but Gallus had to admit that Sandbar turned out to be a great sleeping aid when taken orally. The click of Smolder closing the door after them brought the griffon's mind back to the present, where his beak began to nudge at Trixie's nurse outfit.

With a few fumbles from his own claws and some wordless cooperation from Smolder's, the unicorn was soon free of her otherwise ill-fated costume. Gallus pinned Trixie's forelegs to her sides with another gulp, and Smolder held her hind hooves together. The griffon figured it was an overcautious gesture, but when Trixie nearly threw her off with forcibly-restrained kicks, he suddenly realized that, while Sandbar had let himself be eaten, Trixie had no reason to. Still, as her barrel slipped into his hungry jaws, it grew increasingly clear that her desire to not be eaten was completely immaterial in the face of two maturing predators (and literally in the face of one of them).

A pair of magic wand cutie marks slipped past a feathery blue maw, and, with some gentle shoves from Smolder, Trixie's flanks and hindlegs soon bulged out Gallus's neck before winding up in his stomach. The devoured mare struggled and fought, but between the oppressive, humid heat and Gallus's gut kneading at her, that resistance soon shrank to smaller, slower lumps. After his last swallow, he playfully snapped at Smolder's claws as she yanked them away from Trixie's hooves, and she snapped her jaws back in his face, though hers featured much sharper fangs than his beak.

And then they heard hoofsteps.

Together as one, the trio of friends turned to the connecting doorway to see Starlight Glimmer, costumeless, standing in it and looking back at them, a bag of candy in her magical aura. Her eyes flicked from the griffon and dragon close enough to kiss, the second griffon with his tail meekly tucked under himself, and the very visible, sagging bulge under the first griffon's body. "Um… what's going on, you three?"

Gallus and Smolder gestured at themselves and each other, stumbling over their words. "Well, you see-" "We were just-" "Have you ever-" "It's like this-" they tried to start, before turning to the third member. "Ocellus, you tell her," Smolder said, with Gallus chipping in a quick, "yeah, since I'm a known liar."

Starlight's focus fell on the disguised changeling. Ocellus, for their part, was doing an excellent job at not hyperventilating. Instead, the fake griffon took a few deep breaths before going into his spiel, "well, you see, Gallus and I wanted to double up like this for Nightmare Night, but a few weeks ago, we found out that griffons used to eat ponies whole, so he's been practicing eating Sandbar, and so tonight I guess he decided to go as a griffon who's eaten a pony, and-" he took one more deep breath and let out a small whimper, sounding very strange coming from "Gallus," and finished, "and I can't mimic THAT but I want my friends to have fun but I also want to be his mirror image rather than just my regular Gallus disguise!"

The headmare furrowed her brow and peered at Gallus's belly. "That's Sandbar in there? Is he safe?"

"Oh, potions of acid immunity are easy," the fake Gallus remarked with Ocellus's usual academic excellence, before his face fell again. "I guess it's lucky we ran into you, headmare; can you help us with this problem?"

"Of course!" Starlight beamed. "I'll just cast an acid resistance spell on Smolder, shrink her with another spell, then you can eat her, and I'll undo the spell once she's inside!"

Smolder took a step back. "Uh, why am I getting roped into this?"

"I still have to give out candy, Smolder. I was going to leave it to Trixie, but… well, the entire bowl was mysteriously emptied an hour before anypo- anycreature started arriving."

The disguised changeling spoke up, "And… how do I get her back out? Gallus is the one with all the practice getting an entire creature down or up."

"Oh, just transform into something bigger," Starlight replied with a dismissive wave of her hoof. She stopped mid-wave, realizing something. "Actually, just do that to get her in, too. Can changelings make themselves stretchier, maybe?"

"Oh! Ye- probably!"

Smolder crossed her arms. "I'm still not getting eaten. For one, it'll ruin my dre- my costume, and for two, I want to go candy-harvesting!"

Starlight's horn lit up, and in a flash, Smolder was left completely naked - which, as most creatures' default state, didn't faze her much. "I'm sure it'll only be temporary. And if it helps, King Thorax has said changeling stomachs smell like fruit."

"That's not much be- wait, I have an idea…" She leaned down and whispered to the slimmer griffon, who blushed fiercey but nodded.

After recovering, the fake Gallus asked Starlight, "is there a room we can do this… privately?"

Starlight pointed her hoof at the doorway she just came from. "There's no door there, but I promise I won't look. Just make sure to close the windows."

The dragon and "griffon" nodded and filed away into the next room. Gallus started to follow them, but was soon picked up in Starlight's magic and levitated back over next to the unicorn. "I think that party is for Ocellus and whoever they're eating, only."

Gallus fluffed up his feathers. "I was just going to… guard the door."

"No you weren't."

"No, I wasn't," he agreed, "so, if somecreature rings the bell, would it be too scary to go 'only take one, or you'll wind up gobbled like this fool who tried to steal a hoofful?'"

Starlight thought this over for longer than Gallus thought was really necessary for a joke suggestion. "It's… probably on the morbid side. The Nightmare Moon thing is fine since she doesn't really exist anymore, and it's not like it's a freshly-fed Nightmare shouting that at them."

Gallus stuck out his tongue - more at his situation than at the headmare. "I guess I'm dressed as a fat devil, then," he said. "Huh, why do I feel like I should have wrapped something up by now?"

[hooter-n-company]

Finally getting around to sharing some of my characters! Starting with one of my original babies I love so very much.

Right from birth, Aveon started out as a weak and sickly hatchling. Refusing to take care of him knowing that he might die at any moment, his parents abandoned him in the forest. Wandering aimlessly and on the brink of death, Aveon was discovered by a powerful mystic who took him to the small village of Norwynne. There, the mystic nursed the infant creature back to health in secret, keeping Aveon as both a pet and object of study to learn more about his magical senses and abilities. Confined to a cramped cage and subjected to uncomfortable experiments, the dragon eventually grew to big to handle and escaped to the mountains, but not before terrorizing the village in a fit of rage and nearly burning it to the ground. From that day on, he gained a monstrous reputation as a beast that haunts abandoned cliffs, devouring unfortunate souls who stumble into his territory…

More info under the cut:

Name: Aveon Pronouns: He/him Age: 85 years old (Still a young adult in dragon years) Species: Common alpine wyvern Role: Pred Size: 6 feet at the shoulder, 20 feet long (including tail) Abilities: Flight, resistance to cold, nocturnal vision, heightened magic-seeking senses, can absorb magical energy through crop Personality: Extremely wary of others thanks to his traumatic upbringing, Aveon puts on a tough, fearsome facade to protect himself. Tries to act like a ferocious dragon, but is really quite curious, sensitive, childlike, and even affectionate and loyal if you manage to befriend him (but beware, he can get quite possessive). He is very impulsive and often gives into his greedy and gluttonous habits by stealing shiny objects or stuffing himself sick. Likes: Hunting, flying in beautiful weather, meat, sugary treats, being scratched under the chin or behind his horns, clovers, snow, shiny things, belly rubs, sunbathing, making friends Dislikes: Remembering his traumatic past, poachers, being referred to as a mindless animal or pet, loneliness, flying in the rain, hot and humid weather, bellyaches, getting caught stealing, molting Other: -Aveon’s crop (storage pouch at the base of his throat) is lined with finger-like structures similar to villi in his intestines. Instead of absorbing nutrients, these structures absorb magical energy. They also have a texture disturbingly similar to velvet. -He gains special breath abilities by swallowing elemental gems he finds in the wild, tucking them away in his crop and regurgitating them once he has completely drained them. His powers change depending on the type of gem, but he uses fire most often.

Feel free to ask about him for more info!