It’s the last day for these particular candy-themed dragons before I level and exalt them tomorrow! And yes, that is supposed to say ‘maize shimmer’ instead of ‘maize iridescent’ >.>
The boy is here, and the girt is here!
Reblogging, if any of you FR people want deliciously cute dagrins!
I FOUND IT
This made me laugh, because I am 12.
Looking to trade a [Battered Hilt], Horde for Alliance!
I have a [Battered Hilt]! I am excited about this, because it means I can finally get my character his new RP hitting stick. Sadly, it is on his Horde proxy, and his A-side version is my RP main.
If anyone A-side on Wyrmrest Accord has a Hilt lying around and would rather have one that’s available to Horde characters, contact me about a trade! (I give my Horde-Hilt to one of your Horde characters, and you give your A-side hilt to me!)
Please send me a message if you are an active (or planning to be active) player on Wyrmrest Accord and you roleplay a character of one of these professions:
I play an IC leatherworker (She’s more of an armorer than a cobbler), an IC blacksmith and an IC jeweler.
If you or your characters have needs for any of those, these characters can be found ICly in Telaar, Nagrand. Cross-faction RP welcomed!
(Keialaar/Keialar is the leatherworker, Jovinnor is the blacksmith, Rychtier is the jeweler)
"I’m not sure how this—"
"Keialaar, I’m pretty sure murlocs can’t talk." Enveri’s voice was rich with amusement as big violet eyes peeked into her fluffy prison; blankets had been draped all over Enveri’s small sitting room to create a fort. Kei grinned out at her sister, then assumed a more appropriate (she hoped) murloc-y face for her 5 year old jailor.
"Whaargarrblle!" She waved her hands around and blew rude sounds with her lips, rewarded almost immediately by high-pitched, childish laughter.
"Cookie?" Sariah’s silver curls brushed against her arm as the little girl tried to wriggle past to get to the plate of cookies the ‘Murloc Monster’ was guarding.
"Whraghhha! You must get past meeee!” Kei scooped up the child, tickling her and kissing the tiny, stubby tendrils, making the little girl shriek and kick with laughter. Later, as they shared the plate of cookies (Kei pretended to need to take a bite out of each one, to Sariah’s protests), she snuggled the girl in her lap and felt tears stinging her eyes. This was what they all fought for. Over the years as they fled across the Twisting Nether… moments like this, with the next generation… made it all worth it.
Hoondsome, floofy dog is hoondsome and floofy.
I miss my samoyyed. :(
Death Knight Problem #40:
It doesn’t matter if you were once protection spec; your skill level with a shield is now “infomercial white person”.
Not gonna lie, this made me laugh out loud.
The hubs has often said that his dream job is to be the dude on the infomercials that make the simplest tasks look impossible.
So my Wildclaw/Coatl pair produced a grand total of one (1) Coatl. :| Ah well, at least they’re cute. They’re also the subject of my next giveaway! I said I’d have one for reaching 1 mil T and I’ve got over 200 followers now, so I’d say I’m definitely overdue. :3
Enter for a chance to win this Midnight Clown/Royal Eyespot/White Coatl!
You only need your Username and ID to participate, but for an additional entry, tell me a bit about this dragon. I don’t mean the obvious, like their colors or species. ;P. I’m looking for little details like what you might name them, what you imagine their personality to be like, headcanon for how they’d fit in to your lair… A little extra info will get you one more ticket! (Edit: To clarify, just one of the above examples will do, like just the name or just a single bit of headcanon. You don’t have to go too far in depth if you don’t want to… but if you do, go nuts! I’ll read all of it :3)
You do not have to be following me and likes do not count.
This is going to be a fairly quick giveaway, ending Monday at Noon FR time. Have fun!
Evening reblog. .3. i no u guyz want snek, rite?
Hydra had been having a terribly rotten, no good, very bad day. She had accidentally knocked over the inkwell on the financial advisor’s parchments, one of the other dragons had snapped at her constant questioning about their fashion choices, and she had broken one of the hatchlings’ toys - she was just trying to reattach the head! The clan patriarch had finally urged her to get away from the lair, just so that everyone could cool their heads and not have to bury each other in the ground.
The mirror waddled off to one of the clan’s ponds to wallow in her own misery. On the shores, though, she noticed she would not be alone: Gailethe (or Gail, for short) was there, peering intently into the water. The dark-bodied coatl was new to the Shadeburn clan, but had proven to be a robust, chipper, and helpful addition. Oh, she was as small as the Skydancers, but her voice and her presence was as big as any Guardian’s!
"Hey, sssugah!" she hissed cheerfully as Hydra sat beside her, focusing away from the water and onto her friend. Her bright yellow eyes were such a striking, lovely contrast against the rest of her duskiness. "What brings ya out this way?"
"No one wants me at the lair," Hydra grumped. "I’m just getting underfoot and breaking everything and generally being a horrible little drake."
"T’chah, come on now. You ain’t anything of the sssort! Here, help me out fishin’ in this pond. When we bring back baskets of fish, everyone’s gonna be sssingin’ yer praissses!" Gailethe patted the wicker basket nested beside her.
Despite herself, Hydra smiled. Her day was beginning to improve.
Reblogging because I love these stories. Seriously, if you’re a fan of Flight Rising and like little vignettes, you want to follow Karifossalur. :3