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From the album: MLP FiM Characters
I really enjoyed that episode. My art was a little rusty when I drew this because I hadn't drawn in awhile. It's also closer to the show's style than I intended but I seem to do that when it's the first time I draw a character. There's a fair share of things bugging me with this one but overall I'm pretty happy with it. *nodnod* Edit:: Because of the dark backdrop, some mistakes are showing up that I didn't notice before. Eh, I'm too lazy to edit it right now. It might be magically fixed later though. :I -
Dragons - The Fearsome and Mysterious On the subject of dragons many researchers are surprised to find just how little ponykind conclusively knows. Acquiring reliable information on the subject is, by observation, exceedingly difficult as dragons on a whole tend to be too proud and too generally uncooperative to lend themselves to pony research, even for the rare pony bold enough to ignore the obvious dangers of approaching one. As such, most of the currently known information regarding the species is observational and based almost entirely on conjecture. All the same, there is still much about dragonkind that is immediately apparent. Dragons are a moderately rare species of sentient, intelligent reptilian beings known to be incredibly long lived--though the exact extent of their lifespan is unknown. They are born from eggs, and when first born no larger than a newborn foal. They are known to grow quickly, however, and the vast majority of known dragons are considerably larger than any pony. At the largest observed, dragons are known to tower high over trees and buildings, though the limits to just how large they can grow are presently unknown. According to wisdom passed to pony scholars from zebra sages, dragon growth is in at least some capacity tied to their propensities for greed. It is said that even dragons young in years can grow considerably and quite spontaneously with the onset of intense greed. It is believed that this is only one component of their growth, however, and that dragons can grow large gradually from age as well. Dragons vary greatly not only in size but also in shape. Pony researchers have in general made no real effort to classify dragons by shape, as significant biological differences between them would be near impossible to determine. The one distinction that is made, as it is clearly apparent, is the presence or absence of wings. Dragons thus tend to be grouped into two distinct categories: winged sky dragons and wingless earth dragons. Due to some similarities in appearance and physical characteristics, some researchers consider sea serpents as a third category of dragon, which they dub sea dragons, though others believe they should be classified separately. Aside from the presence or absence of wings, sky and earth dragons are thought to be quite similar though earth dragons seem to be rarer. Some argue that this is only because sky dragons are more visible due to flight, however. Incredibly formidable creatures, few creatures are known to exist which could ever hope of matching a dragon in power. Even excusing their generally immense size, a dragon's weapons are manifold. Their claws are impossibly sharp, capable of cutting through most known materials with ease while their teeth are thought to be somehow sharper still. Dragons can also breathe flames at will and their rock hard scales make them virtually impervious to the elements or anything that might mean them harm. Dragons are believed to be capable of eating and digesting virtually anything they come across, but, luckily for ponykind, precious gems seem to be their preferred food. Dragons generally live in the more mountainous regions of the world. The Badlands Region north of Aquellia and Equestria seem to have more dragons than most regions, though dragons have been spotted everywhere from the Raptorclaw Canyons to the Roughrider Ridge and Unysasi's Mwamba. Though intelligent and perfectly capable of conversation, as creature prone to intense greed, most larger dragons elect to live in isolation, keeping hoards and sleeping for decades or even centuries at a time. As such there is not a dragon society in any real sense, though they are known to congregate at times together--the most notable such occasion being the Great Migration, an event which occurs every few years in which sky dragons flock to the Dragon's Peak Region north of the Roughrider Ridge. Events like the Great Migration are thought to be especially important for teen and young adult dragons who have not given completely into greed yet and still choose to form social groups with each other. ~Canterlot Research Journal
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A freezing, snowy wind bit at Mjölna's cheek as she stood upon her rocky outcropping, looking out over the desolate world of The Badlands. Far below, the tundra continued in unerring bleakness, obscured by the relentless torrent of blinding white that fell from the grey sky above. She smiled. It reminded her of home. After another moment or two of studying the landscape she turned and began trotting the short distance back to the nearby inn and tavern, the last one before the true uncivilized wilderness began. The last place to see a friendly face as it were, and the term was used very lightly. Any ponies to be found out here were used to surviving an environment that didn't care if you froze, and it often carried into their attitudes. It hardly mattered. Mjölna had been, and still mostly was, one of those ponies, despite calling Ponyville home now. As she entered into the torchlit warmth of the two-story, timber and stone building, she shook her coat mightily and scattered any clinging ice crystals to the worn floor. Aside from a long red cloak, she wore nothing to ward against the elements. Returning to her table and its resident mug of mead, she took a long swallow before thumping her heavy, trademark hammer square on its rickety surface. To the furniture's credit, it didn't shatter under the massive tool. The action had the desired effect, and drew the attention of most of the others in attendance. "Prithee," Mjölna called out in a strong, steady voice. "Who among you considers theirs the heart of an adventurer! One who looks danger in its own eye and laughs at the challenge? A pony whose courage knows no bounds, and meets adversity with enthusiasm?" She thumped her mallet again. "I am such a pony. I will be venturing deep into Mount Naskralar to find one of the oldest supposed dragons known to ponykind. And we shall... request... the use of several of his scales. As should be obvious, dragons' lairs are gilded with gold and other such treasures! Any who would wish to accompany me on such an undertaking would likely return all the richer, for my only goal is the scales for use in some of my greatest armor to date. I shall depart upon the rising of Celestia's sun." Her proclamation finished, the confident earthpony settled before the roaring hearth with her hammer and mug. She would enjoy the warmth tonight, for ahead all that lay in wait was cold and very possible danger. She smiled once more.
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Rules: Standard Purpose: I'm writing a story I wish to eventually turn into a book and i want ideas, story wise, with where i want the whole thing to go. Setting: the world of Alden, different races do exist, but for the sake of simplicity if you prefer to be a pony, yoshi, or what ever, as long as you can fit into the story and it makes some sense. (No "i'm a pony and I give the bad guy cake" in the heat of battle) Races: Humans: blah standard. all around with skills since some blood is mingled. Galvite: Galvites don't particularly carry a talent for magic, but can wield potent elemental skills, mostly dealing with transference of energy (namely electricity, light, fire, etc). they have markings on there bodies that they are born with, ranging from simple, symmetrical birth marks (if there is an L mark on the left side of the face, there is a similar mark on the right), to complex markings similar to tribal tattoos. They are identical to humans Armost: Immaterial beings made of sentient ether. They share a close connection to the earth through the life-stream, the source of life. Since they don't have physical bodies, they inhabit husks of cloth and metal for bodies. Because of their close association to the earth, they have access to skills based along the forms of matter (ice, earth, wind, water, etc). Some can bend the life-stream to their will and use potent magics Ferals: devolved elves, basically elves reduced back to a tribal state. fast, agile, and strong but can be naive to other people's tech and politics but can use magics if they can learn them. STORY!!! "Oh what dark dreams I have had of late," the Great Cowl said as he held his hand on his face mask, "I thought for a moment... We were still at war..." His body was wrapped in thick cloth, making the tall entity look like it simply sprouted out of the ground. His shoulders were haunched and his head held low. No features made it out from behind the round mask and under the deepness of his hood. His colleague, a female that looked nearly identical, save for the fact that she had a softer flow and form than the old man and did not hold her head so low. "What did you see last night?" she asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. Her voice was soft and had the flow of a gentle breeze. "Him... Sardis," the Great Cowl shivered at the name, it held a distaste in his mouth, assuming he had one, "I have dreamt for several nights now of that day when--" His voice trailed off as if the thought fell away from his mind. "You mustn’t blame yourself, sir." the woman said, her mask expressing a face of concern. His mask furled into a look of despair as he crossed his arms behind his back. "Oh but I do, my dear. If I had not acted so hastily that day, that day so long ago, perhaps the book might not have fallen into the wrong hands and the sword might have been placed in the right ones." She lowered her head and looked out of the window of the library, saying nothing. "Perhaps," he said, his mask squinting as he looked at the land below the mountain the library sat on, "Perhaps it's a sign of things to come.” “What do you mean, sir?” she asked looking back at him, head tilted to the side just slightly. “Can you feel it?” he asked, not moving, “I can. The life-stream is waning.” “I don’t understand, sir.” “Ever since that day, it has been slowly disappearing. The fields are not as fertile as they used to be. Life is less plentiful. Even our own people are starting to live shorter lives. I can feel my own link to the stream fading. But…” he held an unusually long silence that it was almost uncomfortable for the woman to wait for the coming words, “But… It is strange, that one part of the dream was different from the war…” The woman’s mask showed a mixture of confusion and consern. The Great Cowl turned away from the window and walked, or more like floated, out of the sandstone chamber, the hems of his robe sucking down onto the floor as if he were a tree rooted to the ground. “I could swear that the child I saw was… different. Perhaps… there is hope yet for us. Or maybe I am an old fool, hoping in vain for what will never come. But I thought I saw,” he stopped and looked towards the ceiling, “Thunder.” He paused for a moment, as if searching for the words of a long lost thought or memory. “‘The First shall be held aloft by a Son of Thunder.’” The mermaid let her fingers fall gently through his hair. The boy was rapt with her elfin features. Her skin was a pale pink, the scales barely noticeable. Her long, crimson hair flowed over her shoulders and down her front. The boy laid there, half asleep, as she caressed him. Her face pulled close to his, her eyes fixated on his. She whispered to him, “Ian… Ian…” “Ian… Ian. Ian!” the voice grew slowly from a sensually silky siren song to a gruff and growling voice of man. Ian looked up and saw that the siren’s face was now replaced with the visage of an iron clad helmet with searing, burning eyes, glaring at him from within the helm. Heat roiling from the mouth guard sent the smell of coal and cinders into his face. Ian leapt back in shock as far as he could, considering that he had been laying on his back. It didn’t help. “Woah!” he yelled at the image, still terrified out of his mind. The face jumped back as well, revealing a massive suit of armor supporting the “fire breathing” helmet. “You’re an ugly mermaid!” Ian shouted as loud as he could. The eyes alone showed a look of confusion at the absurd, and quite awkward, words that just came from the boy’s mouth. The armored man stared at him for only a moment before saying, “Boy, what in the hell are you talking about!? I expect you to be down at the market early to get that damned ore, and I find you here sleeping like a stable boy!” The armored man shot a quick hand at the blankets that Ian was still wrapped in and pulled them, and Ian, to the ground. “I have fifteen more of those damn swords I need to finish by the end of the month and the sooner I get that iron, the sooner you can get back to dreaming of ugly mermaids! Do you understand me?” the tone was similar to that of a sailor: hot, salty, and bad tempered. Ian just nodded like a rattle in a toddler’s hand. “Good.” the armored man nodded once at the bewildered child on the floor as he left the room with great, metallic stomps, “I put seventy gold pieces in a bag for the ore, do not forget it, boy, or you’ll be out of dinner for a week.” “Yes, sir!” Ian saluted as the iron giant walked down the hallway, swearing to himself the whole way. Once he was, presumably, out of earshot, Ian sighed, “Cranky old tin can…” “I HEARD THAT!” a shout came from downstairs. A shiver went down Ian’s spine like an ice cold drip of water.
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