<p style="text-align: center;">Exclusive preview for the members of DreamingDragons-Tales.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">This's an official artwork made by me (ArchangelGCA) featuring a pink/purple dragon.</p> <p style="text-align: center;">Now also available on <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/archangelgca/art/Sleeping-Dragoness-Western-Dragon-1282059788">DeviantArt</a>.</p> <div class="row justify-content-center text-center mt-3 svelte-1bqvmye"> <div class="col-12 fs-5 bg-purple-opacity-25 p-3 pb-0 mb-2 rounded-4 svelte-1bqvmye"> <div class="row justify-content-center text-center mt-3 svelte-1bqvmye"> <div class="col-12 fs-5 bg-purple-opacity-25 p-3 pb-0 mb-2 rounded-4 svelte-1bqvmye"> <p style="text-align: center;">For even more previews and exclusive content, make sure to join the DreamingDragons&nbsp;<a href="https://discord.gg/u6qFjfDDy2">Discord</a>.</p> </div> </div> </div> </div> <div id="chapters" class="row justify-content-center text-center svelte-1bqvmye"></div> <div class="row justify-content-center text-start svelte-1bqvmye"> <div class="col-10 col-md-9 pt-2 px-0 svelte-1bqvmye">&nbsp;</div> </div>

<p data-pm-slice="1 1 []">Hoooooooooly moley. That was the most intense grind to finish this but dang, I think this is the best thing I've ever drawn bruh. I'm actually so dead, but the grind is over! <br>I couldn't be happier with how this turned out, and I absolutely adore the lighting effects. I had so much fun studying light and stuff to find a way to perfect this and I think I really accomplished to my vision here! <br><br>Yaya! This is Jester again! Originally she was a bit of an eye-candy purchase but man I've grown soo attached to her its not even funny. Anyway check out her <a href="https://toyhou.se/20138918.jester" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow ugc">TH profile</a> :3<br><br>This one was a big whack at capturing some of her lore and I reckon I hit that mark as well! <br><br>Anyway! Got this done, there some other fun thingos I wanna work on too! <br><br>Also you should check out my open auctions! bc hehe. I'd really appreciate the support!<br><br><br></p> <p>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</p> <p>Please do not trace/steal/use/repost my art without my permission.</p> <p>Art credits go to me, Lanalightspeed - Copyright rights belong to me.</p> <p>&gt; Commissions, art trades and collabs are open again! If you're interested, please send me a dm or check out this post!</p> <p>&gt; Favourites, shout outs and comments are always treasured! ^^</p> <p>&gt; Taking writing requests :3</p> <p>Say hi on: FurAffinity, DeviantArt, Tumblr, Bluesky, Instagram, Toyhouse (Lanalightspeed_da)</p> <p>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</p>

<section> <div class="section-body"> <div class="submission-description user-submitted-links">A little late but none the less we have our favorite dragons enjoying fright night at the Crescent Hall. Hope you all had a fun Halloween.<br><br>Story may come soon as well.</div> </div> </section> <div class="comments-list"> <div id="responsebox" class="aligncenter"><form id="add_comment_form" action="/view/58686630/" method="post" name="myform"> <div class="section-body no-padding">&nbsp;</div> </form></div> </div>

<p>Viel met a strange dragoness<br>. This one seems rather friendly, far too friendly, that had to hide something strange, right? This stranger seemed genuinely friendly, but who knew... This one was called Celina and wanted to hunt fireflies with the young dragon.<br><br></p> <hr class="bbcode bbcode_hr"> <p><br><br><strong class="bbcode bbcode_b">Viel</strong>, the black dragon is on the right is mine<br><strong class="bbcode bbcode_b">Celina</strong>, the blue and white dragoness belong to&nbsp;<a class="iconusername" href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/ghooostie"><img title="Ghooostie" src="https://a.furaffinity.net/20240825/ghooostie.gif" alt="Ghooostie" align="middle">&nbsp;Ghooostie</a><br><br><strong class="bbcode bbcode_b">The artist is</strong>&nbsp;<a class="iconusername" href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/dragon-noir"><img title="dragon-noir" src="https://a.furaffinity.net/20240825/dragon-noir.gif" alt="dragon-noir" align="middle">&nbsp;dragon-noir</a></p>

<p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1;"><span style="font-size: 8pt;">The Psychological Warfare Cell programmed the creation of a second clone.&nbsp;</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;">Since the first, Alba, didn't meet expectations when it comes to fighting abilities, they had to keep going until they found the perfect individual.</span></p> <p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1;"><span style="font-size: 8pt;">And this time, fortune looked upon the project. This new specimen turned out to be capable of using four different affinities : air, water, ice and fire, whereas dragons are usually only able to use one. This creature therefore has a wide range of catalytic abilities at her disposal, allowing her to adapt to different situations. Fire can be very useful in urban theatres for clearing buildings, while ice can slow or even halt the progress of opposing troops.</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;">Because of her great flying ability and her small size, this clone can deliver powerful air strikes, particularly dive-bombing, earning the codename "Stuka". In such a small body lies a colossal potential for destruction, making it an aerial artillery.</span></p> <p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1;"><span style="font-size: 8pt;">Stuka is found in a constant state of bliss. She's naive and innocent, really giving the impression that a child was being sent off to war without really knowing what it was all about or what was at stake. In her eyes, it all seemed like a game, and with all her goodwill, she complied without question. After all, seeing the flames carpet the ground where she delivered her bombardment was a rather pretty sight, in the same way that a child would be fascinated by a firework display.</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;">It's impossible to know what psychological impact all these war scenes will have on Stuka. A child sowing destruction without the slightest awareness of it, seeing torn and charred bodies as if it was perfectly normal. Perhaps she will be able to remain balanced, unlike Alba who, despite her great maturity and composure, ended up cracking under the pressure she had placed on herself.<br></span></p>

<p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1;"><span style="font-size: 8pt;">The last clone of Shimmy, the great genetic flexibility of the original body has this time given us a specimen with astounding properties.&nbsp;</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;">It has to be said that her biological development stopped after a certain stage while her skull was not fully formed. Without human intervention, it would have died as soon as it was released. On the other hand, its brain is complete and her abilities have yet to be determined, although we do have a lead.</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;">Her typical overgrown head is embedded in a half-sphere made of rigid polymers in the shape of a gas mask, which is connected to her organs. In the absence of a mouth, snout or nostrils, this mask filters the air and provides an inlet for food via a retractable catheter.</span><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;">It has to be noted that she has no sense of smell or vision, as its biological development did not allow the formation of the front half of her skull, which unfortunately houses a number of senses. She's completely blind but not deaf, and it is through sounds that she grasps her environment. But this is no easy task, as her horns are fragile and two of them are particularly brittle and have deteriorated rapidly.&nbsp;</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;">The red eyes on her mask are purely decorative but they also contribute to the psychological impact of such a creation.</span></p> <p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1;"><span style="font-size: 8pt;">She is totaly inert and seems to sit still all day, without changing stance. She reacts slowly to external stimuli by turning her head towards the source but does not provide any further reaction. In fact, she seems to have freed herself from the constraint of being fed. Blood tests showed that her metabolic rates did not vary whether she was fed or not, as if her body simply ignored nutrients. We don't know yet if she has no need for food or if it's a fondamental anomaly that may lead to a slow decay and eventually death.</span></p> <p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1;"><span style="font-size: 8pt;">She appears to be absolutely harmless, or at least toward humans.</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;">Any endemic creature, sentient on the top of that, should not come close to Tiorma. Feedback reports an extremely intense psychological shock for the person approaching her, inducing leading to a variety of effects, including rapid death. One victim felt an uncontrollable withdrawal and cowering reflex run through their muscles as they found themselves plunged into a semi-awake state while the most abominable images they could imagine flashed before her eyes for a brief moment. Otherwise, spasms, convulsions and symptoms similar to an epileptic seizure can occur among the less fortunate, even leading to death.</span></p> <p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1;">&nbsp;</p>

<p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1;"><span style="font-size: 8pt;">Aisling is a 58 years old dragoness who is quite small for her age : roughly 2 meters high.</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;">No sharp claws, no long fangs, no catalysis, a defenseless creature in direct combat.</span></p> <p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1;"><span style="font-size: 8pt;">She lives in a small community which can ensure her safety while she shares her abilities with others. Aisling is a valuable asset as she has the power to immerse her willing kin into a controlled torpor. Acting as an anaesthetic as well as a metabolic stasis, it is above all a mean to read the images that take shape in the dreamlike depths or to orchestrate what may be going on there, directing the cognitive process during a noetic therapy.</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;">Nevertheless, the psyche of all sentient beings is crossed from time to time by fleeting uncontrollable thoughts that can interfere with the therapy. Whether stupid ideas or bitter memories, their ephemeral passage can creep into the stream of images directed at the patient.</span></p> <p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1;"><span style="font-size: 8pt;">This is what happened to Aisling's brother from the same litter, Eanna.</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;">While Aisling has took the oath to remain virgin so as not to interfere with her cognitive process during her therapies, Eanna has not bothered with such constraints. Both share the same healing potential and the same noetic abilities and split the burden of a daunting task : keeping everyone healthy, mending scars and curing diseases. Yes, such is the might of spirit over body.</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;">And if a proof was needed, Eanna has been caught in a turmoil involving this aspect during a therapy he initiated. In accordance with Aisling's warning, one evanescent thought assailed Eanna which instantly stopped the process. Nothing of importance happened right afterwards, but a few week laters, the outcome is out : Eanna's female patient was gravid. </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;">The therapy triggered her autofecondation.</span></p> <p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1;"><span style="font-size: 8pt;">An absolute abomination. Eanna was banned without any form of trial and nobody ever heard of the eggs, probably destroyed or abandoned far away. Who could tolerate an offspring born from such an aberration ?</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;">Aisling was on probation, a bit of Eanna's unfairly spilled on her. She was on the verge to be banned as well.&nbsp;<br></span><span style="font-size: 8pt;">For a simple reason : Eanna's patient was Aisling herself.<br></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1;"><span style="font-size: 8pt;">Her respite was short-lived.&nbsp;</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;">An epidemic swept the region. A harmless but annoying and alarming disease causing a temporary lethargy lasting several days. Massive cases of contamination made Aisling a suspect, as it was impossible to distinguish between the torpor caused by the dragoness and that caused by the disease.&nbsp;</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;">So the culprit was obvious: Aisling. A sour revenge for her banished brother.</span></p> <p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1;"><span style="font-size: 8pt;">It was decided to gouge out her eyes, deemed to be the vector of her abilities. </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;">Unsurprisingly, she was forced into exile. She's now living secluded, without the slightest hint of resentment, trying to look after the wandering souls that by some miracle or misfortune might come to her.</span></p>

<p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1;"><span style="font-size: 8pt;">Geirfinna is a brightly coloured dragoness covered by brilliant turquoise scales, with a bright red wing membrane terminated by sharp blades, and she has the particularity of being endowed with what looks like fur.</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;">It is in fact a material similar to horsehair, made up of colourless cartilage that is smooth to the touch. However, microscopic asperities create friction as the dragoness moves, generating heat that is then trapped between the hairs.</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;">Its eyes are hidden by a fringe surrounded by braids. Her jewelled mane runs freely down her spine and across her pelvis. Her tail is wrapped in a huge braid with a brush-like tip. Her black claws shine in the faint light coming through the clouds.</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;">It is true that she is beautiful and elegant, her cartilaginous fur giving her a unique charm, and the shape of their jaws gives the impression that they are constantly smiling, as if taunting their prey.</span></p> <p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1;"><span style="font-size: 8pt;">Geirfinna can inject a toxic venom with its fangs, attacking muscle and brain tissue. She doesn't really need to kill her prey, just inject it, wait for the fatal blow and then follow the trail to her meal.</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;">Her mane hides her eyes, making it impossible to see what's going on in the depths. The only expression that emerges is that unchanging involuntary smile sculpted into her jaws.</span></p> <p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1;"><span style="font-size: 8pt;">Even in her behaviour, she shows refinement. She enjoys taking care of herself, likes to bathe in a pool of water near her nest, and enjoys feeding and watching the fish swim by.</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;">Thanks to her brush-like tail, she is able to paint on recessed rocky surfaces, sheltered from the rain. Nature is her source of inspiration, which is why she enjoys exploring her surroundings in search of new ideas.</span></p> <p style="text-align: justify; line-height: 1;"><span style="font-size: 8pt;">It has to be said that she and her twin sister live in a remote corner of the world. Green plains with a humid climate, they have made their home in the crevices of the coastal cliffs. The horizon is flat, with grass but few trees and bushes, wildlife is scarce and meals are few and far between. That's why it doesn't matter which creature has the misfortune to get lost in these vast lands, which dares to survey the twins' territory so vast that they themselves would not be able to determine its limits; it's a meal waiting to happen. They are not afraid to indulge in cannibalism. If a dragon crosses the region, they won't be picky.</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;">All Geirfinna's refinement coupled with the possession of a considerable amount of space may have made the dragoness a little megalomaniacal. Rather than simply pouncing on prey, she and her sister tend to circle around it to destabilise it, before summoning the prey to its knees. Lost in these immense green lands, alone and threatened by two large dragonesses, the prey complies. The twins tighten their grip and close in on their target before grabbing it with their jaws and pulling it apart until one of its limbs breaks. They start again until wings, arms and legs alike are snatched from the body.</span></p>