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Matilda. Draconain and sword form

Posted by DragonHeart

In my Destiny 2 - Elders Transformed

Posted by Miles Deka

In my Destiny 2 - Adam Transformed

Posted by Miles Deka

First of all, to clarify that art is not mine, is made by <a href="../profile/5d937045-7a74-4275-8ed7-24c14cce73ff" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Dracaena</a> in this <a href="../content/592" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Post</a> (ig this's the original art)  Here the history, enjoy ::D The lightning in the dark It was a nice Friday afternoon, I got up from my bed a little sleepy, this day was special, since our Lord would return from his lethargy, the last time I saw him he was a child, at that time the houses were not mature, they were of straw, the cheapest material we could afford, there were also not many of us after the attack on the central city, until a noble lord welcomed us all under his bosom, we took us to the mountains where my tribe pays tribute, or so Mom told me, since my memories of that day are diffuse, I remember some horses screaming, an immense shadow rising over the clouds, but I will never forget the song of the lightning, fleeting and uncontrollable, an indomitable beast.  I take the afternoon like any other, without much difference, when I leave, the noble's entourage intercepts me, annoyed for making them wait and that in the name of the noble they would punish me, but that he was too "noble" to allow that to happen. , then  I was taken to the central house, similar to my friends' houses, a circle with sticks with a thatched roof in the shape of a cone. Once inside, I was treated to some beautiful things, bathed in "dirty water" and taken to the beak. Higher in the mountain, during the climb, I felt like my skin was being eaten away by the cold, to the point that I no longer felt anything about myself, only the agitated pace of my companions, the clouds that surrounded us and the beautiful town that I could see below. ours, today the clouds did not persist, thunder sounded around me, the wind is strong without a doubt, my footsteps are getting smaller, I feel like my body is failing me little by little.  Until for the first time in a long time since I started this journey, I heard the lightning, giving me the strength to continue, while the nobleman's follower was nowhere to be found, during my climb I only saw them moving away, it is a fact that perhaps they have longer than me up here.  Near the chasm, I found a small altar, some inscriptions quite similar to some books that we have about the central city, the inscription says: "before the primeval fire, we were here, before the first man raised the hammer and the sickle for work, I was here, since I, grant my...".  Inside me, another lightning bolt sounded, stunning my being, my body finally fails, I rest on the altar, I long for my bed, but the ice on my body is more than enough consolation to remember that fribolity, the lightning flashes more sounds in which my body awakens once again, but I feel nothing, only the blowing around me, the afternoon that once covered my world, is now a darkness, a gray provided by the infinite clouds around me, I am no longer in my body I float through the new valley, I did not realize when it happened, but the cold was such that, although perhaps someone else would be happy not to feel their death because it is not my case, that is terrifying the cold is treacherous, it may feel good at first, but when you lose sensitivity it is at least something fun, trying to move through the adjacent space I notice that my efforts are no longer worth it, the power that surrounds me does not even belong to me I notice my surroundings but it is fog that covers everything, it allows me to see the altar, along with what would be my body, and the nobleman's trail, desperation can be a weapon, but here, even if I tried for what I felt it was An hour nothing passed, in that time the lightning flashes stopped, and now I hear the beating of something big, in the distance, a cloud bigger than the others is approaching, it doesn't matter what color, it's just the same as the shadow that I remember As a child, soon, an electric energy covers my being, the fog clears, revealing a dragon with blue scales, a fairly long tail and wings much larger than its body, some thorns cover it, but it is difficult to see it through so much fog. The little one begins to sing, one of them takes my lifeless body and places it on the altar table while they continue singing, the energy boils inside me, seeking to be released to kill them, how can they leave me here? Or better yet, what is a dragon doing here?  "All your questions will be answered, just let yourself flow" the energy around me begins to take shape, but the voice apparently in my head speaks, the dragon now flying around me, maintaining a distance, the chant follows the noble cessation At this point, two of them approach my body and throw it down the mountain, the energy around me goes out, the form I had is reduced, my strength wanes, and the dragon makes an attack, consuming what little it has. "Very good, now it's time for you to join your past, son of the sun" At the end of the day, afternoon, or night, my senses diminished until the next morning, I woke up again in the afternoon, but unlike the previous day, there was no beautiful sun that adorned the sky, nor a comfortable bed to support me, It was just me, the dragon... (end)

The Lightning in the Dark

Posted by Orpheus Nulla

BOW BEFORE THE CREATOR OF WORLDS! TEN NO HONO HAS ARRIVED      Okay but seriously look at hiiiim! Again a character from my story Hitori Janai, once again commissioned from Tururs I can't thank him enough Taiyo looks amazing!!     More info on him:     Name: Ten No Hono (Taiyo Nagare) Age: Unknown Date of Birth: Unknown Species: God Element: Fire Gender: Male Second Gender: Alpha Occupation: Creator/Overseer of Seiken   Family: Ahito-Shin/Hidama Nagare (son) Home: Seiken Mate: Nankaina Kahei, Jikan Udedokei Setsuzoku: N/A   Personality Cheerful and upbeat, playful and mischievous Taiyo may not be what you expect when you hear the word ‘God’. But then who are we, mere mortals to decide what a God should act like? Nothing is more important to Taiyo than Seiken and of course his family, when either are in danger, that's when this God gets totally serious. If you ever see those moments, there will be no doubt in your mind as to what Taiyo Nagare is.   Background When Taiyo was young he got sick, very sick in fact. Unfortunately his parents were extremely busy a lot of the time (tch, Creator God problems amirite?) So they had to ask a good friend of theirs Kurono to look after him (Time God name drop, boom) during this time, Taiyo made good friends with Kurono’s son Jikan. But even Jikan wasn't around all the time, because he had lessons so Taiyo got lonely. It was in one of those lonely moments when another friend appeared, he told Taiyo that he need never feel lonely again, he would be there for him. Not long after that, Taiyo got better and returned to his parents, he told them all about his friend. Taiyo created Seiken not long after that. (He was about twelve in human years. Don't look at me like that, he's a freaking God okay what d’you want me to say?) He chose a spot in between a lot of other worlds for his little creation in the hopes that the eventual inhabitants could one day get along with each other. Two years later though, his friend stopped appearing, and right around that time his parents also disappeared. Strangely, after this, Taiyo found he could no longer remember what his friend looked like, or what they did together, only the fact that the friend only appeared when he was completely alone.   Art by Tururs, design and info by me. Character, concept and Species belong to me

Taiyo Nagare/Ten No Hono - Human/Hozei-Zumi Form

Posted by Mischiefmaster98

Taiyo Nagare/Ten No Hono - Dragon Form

Posted by Mischiefmaster98

The crowd loudly gathered in front of the large building, waiting for the great door to be opened. Beyond it, there were three dragons, about to meet them one by one for an audition for something that used to be possible only in daydreams: turning into one of them. Only one month before, after centuries of hiding themselves, dragons had revealed their existence. In front of a shocked audience, three of them, the same now standing behind the door, told their story: long time ago, when their kind was persecuted, they hibernated for centuries to come, in the depths of the planet, waiting for the mankind to become less aggressive and more understanding of the world they inhabited. "But now we decided times are mature, and we want to help you re-building our beautiful world," announced Galdevan, a golden male dragon, talking to dozens of TV cameras in an European national park; surprisingly, he could speak in perfect English, albeit sometimes some archaic words escaped from his mouth. Then, he announced something even more spectacular. "Still, we are too few in numbers to have good chances to make a living again, and that's another reason for our returning. We are looking for humans to join and become one of us." "What do you mean?" asked the journalists as one. "I'll show you." After looking around the grass for a while, he caught a mouse under his forepaw. Galdevan, holding the tiny creature, looked at it intensely, and after a while the mouse began changing shape, becoming larger. The reporters took photos with the fury of a buffalo herd as a small, gray dragon appeared where previously there was a mouse. "I want to alert you," continued Galdevan in a harsher voice, "we are looking for people whose desire is strong and motivated. Becoming another being means forgetting all you have learned in your first years of life, and then learning them again; it means completely leaving your old lives behind, including your dearest loved ones. Think about it very carefully. We'll begin recruiting people starting from tomorrow." One month had passed since then, and the three dragons had found some suitable people, but it would be a long time before they’d get a sufficient number to repopulate the planet again. Now, they lay on the floor of a big audience room, waiting for the first candidate to come in. After some minutes a young man entered. Galdevan instantly noticed the t-shirt he wore, with a green cartoon dragon in it. Not a good sign. "Welcome," the dragon greeted the newcomer, "what's your name?" "J...James. James Campbell." His face showed high excitement and Galdevan could smell some sweat from nervousness. "I am Galdevan. These are Veldavel and Shen." He pointed at the two females beside him. Shen, who was silver-scaled, was the next to talk. "So, what is your motivation to become one of us?" The young man seemed to hardly find the words, and in the end he talked in a trembling, yet high, voice. "I...I love dragons. I've been loving them for all my life. Seeing you live in TV one month ago was a dream come true, and when you said about you looking for people to become...well, I felt in heaven. It would be the best thing in my life." Galdevan showed no expression, but mentally he had already understood the kind of person they were interviewing, and it was unlikely to be who they were looking for. "If you were elected," Veldavel asked, "you would be forced to leave your house, your family and your job, and never come back to human society again. Do you feel ready for it?" "Well...yes." His tone had become less excited and his eyebrows had raised up their angles. He hadn't thought about it enough. "Moreover, your life would be subjected to nature. You would need to hunt for eating, have to fly great distances to do it. Living in nature is harsh. Do you understand?" "Y...yes...yes of course..." he was blabbing. No, thought Galdevan, this is not a good candidate. He loves only our appearance, but he has never reflected on what being a dragon is. They had met a lot of humans like him; after centuries of conflicts and persecution it was still an amazing improvement, but they were looking for someone who could - and want - to understand them in depth. After some seconds of silence, Galdevan understood none of them had questions to ask. "Well, I think it's enough. Thank you, James. We need your address in order to trace you in case you're selected." The second candidate was a woman in her thirties. Luckily, she wore no weird clothes. The three dragons introduced themselves again; the woman introduced herself as Theresa Brown and when she was asked why she desired to become a dragon she seemed determined. "Because I want to help the others, those who suffer for injustices." "And how would you?" Shen asked. "With my dragon powers," the candidate answered, fiercely. "This world is rotten and corrupted. You have come back to improve it, and my desire is to help you." "Well," Galdevan said, "we would have come back sooner or later, when we would feel we'd be safe again...but are you saying you want to intervene in all the issues of the world?" "Sort of. We must re-build our world, you said so." "We did. On the other hand, I didn't mean acting like a hero all the time. If we did, we'd risk to cause some incidents, and be persecuted again. You see, we are strong creatures; it takes years to learn how to control dragon strength. One could say our strength has been a curse." "When we talked about re-building our world," Veldavel continued, "we meant helping you understanding the world we live in. We saw you've become sorry for damaging it, and that's good, but without guidance, you may take even worse decisions while trying to fix those damages. It's not scorn," she added, "we're sure you men have a lot to teach us, too. That is also why we're looking for men to join us. To collaborate, we need to know each other, but we can't visit your towns too often." Theresa nodded. For what Galdevan could see in her eyes, there was a little disappointment. "Do you still wish to become one of us?" demanded Shen. "Well...yes, if this can make the world better." "And are you aware that living as a dragon has far less commodities than living as a human, and that you would have to leave all the ones you love?" "Oh..." she suddenly turned uncertain. "No one?" "No one," she confirmed. "Is there anyone your heart is bonded to?" "Actually...actually there is one." "Whoever this is, did he...or she...apply for being a dragon too?" "Yes." "What's their name?" Theresa told them the name. "We haven't met him yet," Veldavel announced, "if we think he's a good candidate, you two could join us together. What about everything else, though? Would you be comfortable about leaving your previous life behind?" "I think so...I know first time would be harsh, but you would help me, wouldn't you?" "Of course we would. Nobody will be left alone after such a great change," Galdevan smiled. "Well, I think your motivation is quite good, although it came from a little misunderstanding, and we're glad to see you're not scared about leaving human society. Unless you're now having second choices." "I’m not. I have few contacts with my family. They're so retrograde. They were training me to be a housewife and nothing else...I couldn't stand it. My love has helped me leaving them out. He always encouraged me to continue my studies and being independent. I owe him what I am today." "That explains a lot," he commented. In fact, many candidates came from dysfunctional families. Maybe, he thought, after being prevented from fulfilling themselves as humans, they wanted to fulfill themselves as dragons? Whatever was the reason, choosing such people could lead to bad, even evil, consequences. "Anyway, we understood it's important for you to have him beside you, so it's crucial for you two to be both good enough. Tell us your address so that we can contact you in case you can join us." One hour later, after several disappointing candidates, they interviewed her boyfriend, but his attitude wasn’t strong enough; that meant no possibility for that woman to join them. Now it was the turn of a black-haired man in his mid-forties. "Nice to meet you. My name is Sean Walker." "I am Galdevan. These are Shen and Veldavel. Please, tell your motivation for becoming one of us." “Before that, there's something I must alert you about." "Tell us." "Our government is planning a national park where to confine you," explained the man. "You wouldn't be allowed to leave it. Also, it's completely covered with forests. That environment is not suited for you, but they seem not to care." Galdevan was surprised. "How do you know about our needs?" "I'm a dragonologist. My occupation had been looking for your traces until last month." "Had you found any previously?" Shen asked. "Some. It was nearly impossible, but I managed to. I could get some information about you, for example your habitat, and I know in a forest you’d have a harsh time hunting due to your size; or worse, you may accidentally burn everything." The three dragons became sincerely interested: had they never encountered a man like that. “You’re right,” commented Galdevan. “Do you mind if we interrogate you about some other facts about us, just to be sure?” “No problem.” After some more questions, the three dragons agreed that the man had an exceptional knowledge of dragons: from dietary habits, to their behavior, and much more. “Impressive. Absolutely impressive,” Shen said. “Apart from some forgivable mistakes, you seem to know dragons very well. Your skills must be very high if you could figure all of this out only from traces.” “Now, tell us about what your government is planning, please,” Galdevan asked. “Since you came out last month,” the man began, “the world has gone crazy, both in good and bad terms. The problem is, usually the bad terms are stronger, especially when it comes to creatures as big and powerful as you. A lot of people are sure your true intention is prevaricating over our society and exterminate us all. What’s worse, many among them are in governments. Here, in order to find a compromise with those that instead support you, they decided the best thing is to isolate you completely, in selected wildlife sanctuaries. All full of forests. Without asking for your opinion.” The three dragons looked at each other, worried. “No one told us…” trembled Galdevan. Shen turned suddenly to the man. “What do you suggest to do?” “I have tried to earn some funds to stare an association for the improvement of human-dragon relationships. For now, I have succeeded in finding a quite large group of men to discuss this decision with the government; but we need you, the dragons.” “If it’s how you say it is, we’ll come immediately when we’re done here,” Galdevan announced. “But did you come here only for alerting us?” asked Veldavel. “Or do you really want to become a dragon?” “I’ve thought about it a lot. I asked myself if I was able to sacrifice my human nature for your cause. Yes, human society isn’t very appealing to me, but wouldn’t I miss reading, listening to music, drink wine and so on, I kept thinking? But in the end I told myself I knew the truth. The most important thing for me are dragons. And if they need help, I am ready. It will be harsh, I know it, but I assure you, I’ll do my best to find my new mental balance as a dragon.” “Well, we got pleasant activities, too,” Galdevan said, “we love to narrate stories and play, even when we become adults. Most of all, flying is the greatest pleasure of all. I myself love to travel. Anyway, does your family know of your choice?” “I’ve already informed them. They were expecting me to do this, although they have never had a high opinion of my job, even after you have revealed yourselves.” “So your family won’t be a big problem. What about your association? Will it stand up?” “In the association, there will be dragon and human members. This is the only way to make it work. Listen, I can understand why you prefer to remain separated, and you’re absolutely right; but simply ignoring human society is something that would lead to incomprehension and bad decisions, like the one the government in this country is doing. We should at least meet together once in a while to take the best ways for both of our species, and to support the men that will have become dragons.” Galdevan, Veldavel and Shen stayed silent for a long time. Eventually, the first one said: “I must admit you’re right. We’ll soon join your group. As for you, thank you kindly for informing us. You’re the best candidate we’ve had since we’ve started and you’ll join us for sure. Just don’t tell the other candidates, for now.” Sean was looking at the sun going down behind the mountains. In front of his yellow eyes was a beautiful scene of dragons flying freely among the peaks. He spread his new wings and joined them, not actually Sean anymore, but Seanork, the turquoise dragon. The transformation happened only yesterday; it was very painful, and he felt like he wanted to die, but then, all ceased and the pain became a strange sensation, the sensation of being in a completely different body. When everyone transformed, Galdevan, Veldavel and Shen showed them how to move their paws and wings, and Sean immediately felt confident. In few hours, all the men who had turned into dragons learned to do the basic movements. Still, they had to learn how to hunt and all the rest, but they were not alone. The days before that, he had taken care of protecting the dragons. After the interview, together with the three dragons and his association, he had managed to discuss with the government their infamous plan. Without Galdevan, Veldavel and Shen, it would have been impossible. Too many economic and political interests were behind, from businessmen wanting to confine dragons to expose them to the public like animals in a zoo, to demagogues constantly in search of easy approvals by the people. But when the three dragons appeared, their arrogance had disappeared, even though the trio had been gentle as always. The result had been this: the dragons would not be subjected to local governments, but at the same time the association started by Sean became international, and managed by both species in order to promote and develop friendship between humans and dragons. So it had ended in the best way possible. Tomorrow there would be the first international meeting of the association, organized among those mountains, and Seanork would be the ambassador of the dracomos (so the men turned into dragons were now called); Galdevan would represent pure dragons, and a close friend of Seanork humans. That meeting would sign the beginning of a world of peace. For now, the turquoise dracomo enjoyed the air around his body while flying, thankful for his new life. -------------------------------------------------------   This story has a great importance for me. Not only is it the first short story that launched me back on DA, but it is most of all the story from which the idea of Dragon-Human Association was born (will talk more about it next days). Although years later we dropped transformation out of the lore. Originally published on DeviantArt on 2016/08/03, reviewed on 2022/12/06.

Who wants to be a dragon? (story)

Posted by Van Globoii

Dress Up

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