#forest wyvern kin

[wyvernstuff]

Forest Wyvern Stimboard 🌳🍃

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#otherkin #therian #alterhuman #nonhuman #dragonkin #wyvernkin #dragon kin #forestkin #otherkin aesthetic #stimboard #kin moodboard #hearthome #forest wyvern kin #okay to tag as kin/id #wyvern posting

[dragonmythfandom]

Me: a green, blue dragonkin in the Dragon Realm.

#dragon realm #draconic magick #dragons path #the dragons path #the dragon's path #forest dragon #earth dragon #grass dragon #riverdragon #waterdragon #water dragon #green dragon #green wyvern #wyvern #wyverns #dragonkin #dragon kin #dragon otherkin #forest #deep green forest #deep forest #sunset forest #the dragon realm #dragonrealm #draconic #dragon #dragons

[strugglekin]

Intro Post 🐉

(update: my main is @wyvernstuff and i’ll be using this account for requests instead)

Yo, you can call me Wyv on here, I use it/it’s pronouns on here, but i’m also chill with she/her or he/him. I’m 18 years old and have always identified as nonhuman (I was that person who created the wolf pack in primary school) and i’ve been lurking in otherkin communities since 2018. I am mostly a spiritual kin (I believe my kintypes are past lives) but I am also somewhat psychological. I’ve been made fun of for these traits too much to care if someone things it’s cringe, so don’t bother.

my main identity is a dragon! I am one. Woo!

I have three dragon kintypes, an Ice/storm dragon (very large and lived alone in high mountains), my most dear kin memory of flying through a storm is from this one. Another is a Forest wyvern, where I was small and extremely excitable and social. The third is some kinda space/void dragon, I lived a very long time and travelled between constellations. They are all me, and I have given up trying to justify it.

I am also a cat therian, though I am not as sure as to the specifics. I often feel like a white house cat. My last important identify is angelkin, but that one is a much deeper and confusing identity.

less prominent kins: birdkin, dinosaurkin, alienkin, wolfkin, vampirekin, whalekin

I want to use this account to document my experiences and interact with others like me, let’s be mutuals! No do not interact list, just don’t be a weirdo

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#otherkin #therian #alterhuman #nonhuman #dragonkin #catkin #angelkin #alienkin #birdkin #aviankin #wolfkin #vampirekin

[aaimasqtch]

Ptitheros Worldbuilding - Species

Dragons Basic Info

Dragon History

Dragons were the first of the Cardinals' kin species. Three varieties were born from the powerful claws of Edenlline, Cymer, and Meldr'uno. In 0005 E.D. Era, the first of each dragon type was created as a kin to their unique Cardinal. In the West, Cymer created the western dragons, in the North, Edenlline created wyverns, and in the East, Meldr'uno created the eastern dragons.

The western dragons served Cymer, their history began in the jungles of the west where their great kingdom of Sequ'Manko was headed by the Cardinal Himself. Sequ'Manko was a vast land full of prosperity, and the western dragons dominated advancement throughout much of the early, early years of kin development.

The wyverns served Edenlline and Swā, mainly Edenlline, their history began in the forests deep within the Aurix Caesin (the Honeycomb Forest), where the towering kingdom of Chaveri formed to protect them from the dangerous wilderness. Edenlline kept Her wyverns squared away, not wanting the dragons of the Her brethren to interfere with her beautifully unique kin, but no matter how much she smothered them, the wyverns found out about the west and the east and grew jealous that the west had spare hands and the east got flight without effort. The wyverns argued about their short end of the stick, telling Edenlline that if She was their great Cardinal, then why did they look like Her "assistant" Swā. Edenlline could not answer them. It was her stubbornness that caused their anger, for she wanted something different from Cymer because she disliked him, thus she had to create something else. This would not be enough it seemed, as Her wyverns bored her eventually and she introduced western-type dragons into her breadth of kin a few decades later. This stubbornness would not leave easily, no, it would reappear twice more after this.

The eastern dragons served Meldr'uno, their history began in the steppe near the Twincub Mountains, where the expansive kingdom on Tucruitora was created to show the strength of Meldr'uno and His kin. The eastern dragons were rumored to be the greatest aura wielders in the past, their development relied on it and interference from their Cardinal unlike the other kin. The eastern dragons did not have wings, so the kin as a whole was blessed by the East Cardinal to fly on demand with the use of aura rather than wings. The eastern dragons built up most of Tucruitora during their time under Meldr'uno's watchful eyes. The easterns felt great pride to be the kin of Meldr'uno, but He betrayed their trust, just as they unknowingly betrayed his ideals.

Within the 200 - 1000s' of the E.D. Era, the main cultures and Affiliations of the growing world had developed, meaning the hard work of creating identities and traditions that the Cardinals needed their kin close by for were complete. The outside world had no boundaries, and these dragons (and gryphons) felt inclined to explore the unknown. The drive to see something new was strong to many, the rest of the world was at their fingertips. Cultures and species intermingled and smaller settlements were founded outside of the center three kingdoms, making places where cultures and identities mixed, dragons mixed, the various different types of dragons seen on Ptitheros today mostly came about first during these centuries of exploration and new foundation.

Cymer and Edenlline were content with the exploration and mixing. Cymer never had an issue with His kin leaving to explore their own curiosities and Edenlline now had the gryphons to curb her stubborn need to be special amongst the Cardinals. But the Melder, He did not like it. Ola'mels (easterns) were dragons no matter the title he set for them, and despite Meldr'uno's firm grasp over their culture and ideals, they continued to drift further from what He desired from them. They became curious and mingled beyond the territories that were gifted to them, and eventually the East Cardinal realized it was no longer worth his time to try and wrangle these drifting creatures back into his static reign. He wanted a kin all under his word, none curious to learn about the dragons to the west or the clever gryphons to the north, thus the easterns became something unwanted, and so they were discarded and set free in 1150~ E.D. This was not a good form of freedom, for now the eastern dragons once aided and protected by the East God Himself were alone in the world with no means of holding onto their culture and magic. Thanks to the other Cardinals interfering with Meldr'uno's rage, the eastern dragons were able to keep their magic and sapience, but all else was left to them to protect, resulting in the Ola'mel culture slowly becoming rare. Ola'mels are viewed by other Affiliations as Ptithians that need help, need a savior, because they were betrayed by a Cardinal. The Ola'mels of the present day dislike the savior complex they must deal with and often keep their culture under privacy measures.

During these centuries of exploration and new settlements, the South Cardinal, Swā Veduro, left Edenlline's kingdom, left Their placement as "assistant" and fled to the southern coastline that is now Chaarm Bay. They took great interest in one of the dragon types that were slightly more common in the small settlements across the blue-forested region, a type soon coined the "south dragon". They took the type in as Their new kin, made plenty more, and founded a territory of Their own so They could be more like Their brethren. The Swavvel Affiliation amongst dragons (and some gryphons) was created in 0800 E.D.

2800 E.D. was a dark year for the dragons of the North, in Chaveri. Gryphons felt disrespected by the dragons of the kingdom and felt they were treated as unequal by them and Edenlline. A civil war broke out between the species, but it did not last long once the North Cardinal interfered. Many gryphons left to go farther northward to get out of the kingdom and dragons were sour towards Edenlline for the following years. This prompted many dragons to seek home and kindness elsewhere, causing a mass change in Affiliation from Sagekin to Swavvel or Sequn for the next couple decades. This made Edenlline jealous and angry, so she once more made another kin that would respect her more (the rubasyns). This did not help to make gryphons come back to Chaveri or make the lost dragons return to Her Affiliation.

approaching the present

Beyond this, most history that involves dragons is intermixed with the history of the other Ptitheros species or is not the direct influence of dragons. Dragons continue to flourish in Ptitheros and are one of the most diverse species when it comes to appearances, even capable of looking like beasts that are far, far from the basic medieval book description of a dragon. There is no place on present-day Ptitheros where a dragon cannot be found.

#worldbuilding #fantasy #fantasy art #writing #fantasy worldbuilding #art #my art #ptitheros

[knighteclipsed]

𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

bold what applies. italicize what sometimes applies. repost, don’t reblog!

APHRODITE. laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO. glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account.

ARES. armed for battle, wants to raise a dog wyvern with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS. keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA. discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

DEMETER. soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS. drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theatre masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS. the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

HERA. resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

HERMES. devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road space trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON. storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS. thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.

#[ ‘to ask such a thing of me…’ ] (memes) #[ ‘by my cursed lance!’ ] (ooc) #// man of my word ong frfr no cap on bro #// HOW FEW OF THEM HE GOT FOR APOLLO IS ACTUALLY SENDING ME #// LIKE BRO GOT THREE BOLDS AND EVERYTHING ELSE WAS JUST #// strikethrough. strikethrough. strikethrough. stri #// a lot of the romance-related ones (w/ s/o + for the ones they love + etc etc) #// were very much Hypotheticals #// but yea ykyk #// anyways love me a man who's just violent for no reason frfr ong no cap on BRO

[talks-with-the-void]

time for a new pinned post >:)

DNI and intros to my headmates under the cut!

I'm Istasha, a shapeshifting void-creature and the host of a monoconscious median system called The Exodus Fleet. I'm 21 years old (same as the body) and all of us either share that age or are adults without a defined age. My pronouns are she/it and I'm female, just not in an (entirely) human way. We're autistic and have ADHD and BPD, which is also where our nonhumanity comes from (mostly from the BPD tho). We are not at all spiritual or religious, but support any and all belief systems!

Who you might meet here:

me (lol)

Frank - he/him, hellhound

Wave - they/he, water dragon/dinosaur

Sun/Sundrop/Sunny - he/it, jester angel

Opportunity - she/her, Mars Rover

Kali - she/her, human

Kade - she/fae, forest elf

Beast - it/its, canine monster

Autumn Trees - he/him, frisian horse

Ghost - she/it, ghost dog

Ember - she/it, cyborg dragon

NME - he/it/code, AI in a synthetic wyvern body

Selkie - she/her, spirit fox

Sissix - she/xir, alien

DNI:

Ohan - he/they (they in a plural sense), alien

Kairo - they/them, anthro feline

anti-endo

supportive of inherently harmful paraphilias (not limited to "the big three"), doesn't matter if you're pro- or anti-contact ("supportive" means in this case any action that tries to normalize or encourage these paraphilias. I DO know that not all zoophiles/pedophiles/etc are abusive but the second you try to normalize your paraphilic DISORDER (yes there is a difference), I'm done with you)

demonize ANY disorder or mental illness, including all personality disorders, schizophrenia, psychosis, etc. Also "narc abuse" isn't real, you're just ableist :) self-proclaimed "Empaths" are on thin ice

try to bring shipcourse to this blog in any form

anti-alterhuman, -otherkin, -therian, etc.

kinnie/kin for fun

racist, homophobic, antisemitic, ableist, etc.

against any and all good-faith sexualities and gender identities

people who try to force spiritual explanations for any of our experiences on us

transX/transid/radqueer (this does NOT include people with BIID, transspecies folks and people who identify as transage due to being plural or certain kintypes)

p-shifters (does NOT include endels and other nonhumans who are physically-identifying due to delusions)

anti-factkin

additionally, if you piss me off in whichever way, you'll be blocked.

[arcstral]

📝- A memory of them getting to know/meeting my muse

     (  📝  ;  memory of them getting to know/meeting my muse  )

Six years older than the newly born Prince Jubelo, and six years younger than Michalis of Macedon. The younger brother of King Aurelis, Prince Hardin, is really not so young at all—surely not of an age where he would be a suitable playmate—and the wedded Archanean princes of the mainland will see him with an equivalence to their own children. With an ocean of difference to mark their respective generations, they will be more like to relate with his father than the six-year-old Prince of Altea.

All in all, scouring his continent’s ranks of royal issue and fine leaders-to-be produces little promise for a similarly aged friend amongst them. It is not like Merric has proven unsatisfactory. Never. However; nor would it suffice to play and chatter with one single friend for all his life. So amongst the many princes of the land, his fanciful imagination decides upon the Macedonian variety; pictured only through portraiture and verbal description.

Intensely colored of hair and personality, both in a shade like spilled blood. Prince Michalis from the mountainous kingdom of Macedon, a stone’s throw to the south, is an older and apparently much sterner boy. But to Marth it is plenty enough that he is beardless, and more boy than man, even if the distinction is not fated to last long.

“Tell me. What is he like, Malledus?” he asks the chamberlain curiously when the opportunity so strikes. “...Prince Michalis.”

A quiet shuffling places the old man’s documents to rest, his wise attention directed fully towards his young prince. Knowing, perhaps, if ever the indication of his gentle smile. “Curious, Your Highness? I hear he is a prodigious warrior. Already they call him the second coming of Iote. He is even dedicated to his studies and seems fit to one day succeed his father’s throne.”

Marth nods, an uncertain look writ across his face. Already this distant Macedonian prince seems much too solemn. Too talented. Not warm like Princess Sheena of Gra, but cool and distant like an ancient wall of stone. He has heard the stories that uphold his lineage—how Michalis’ ancestor, Iote, rose up a single sturdy nail from the many hammered down slaves of the Macedonian woodlands. Leading the resistance against the dragon overlords by taming their degenerated kin, he paved a path through forests and skies amongst the very first dracoknights of the continent.

A prince thrumming with such blood... how would he appear to the naked eye? A miniature warrior in the vein of Iote himself with a body decked in bulging muscles—or perhaps the close association of his bloodline with the wyverns they rode would produce a secret freckling of scales beneath his tunic. Mind spinning, Marth swallows down a lump in his throat.

“...I see... Well; I pray we can be friends some day.”

A well-matched sort, like his father and King Talys. Such can only be the hope.

#◜ ╰ ♕ ◦ › royal mandate ‹ ASKBOX. ◞ #reverenceofmacedon #went digging in the novel ages for the age estimates albeit loosely (with a grain of salt) #thinking of the archanean pre-game events makes me very soft #marth shows some measure of admiration for figures like michalis and camus #during the course of the game at least #so even if their paths had never crossed before the war he'd still heard of them #and hardin heard of marth too prior to their meeting #the world feels so very connected and organic in that way

[mhcoolfacts]

Monster Hunter concepts Pt. 2: The Raptors I

The next entry on the blog is going to be about the most ubiquitous first boss in the series: the Raptors. These enemies are of the Bird Wyvern class that hunt in packs, their morphology is clearly based on dromeosaurs (running dinosaurs like Velociraptor). The bosses themselves are the leaders of each pack, usually a larger and stronger version of the minion, characterized by a more developed head ornament that indicates their status.

In the early generations we have Velociprey, Genprey and Ioprey, which are pretty known for being quite annoying, and their respective alphas Velocidrome, Gendrome and Iodrome. Velociprey are the very first ones to be encountered, found in forest areas, they are characterized by their blue body with black stripes, a small red crest and a yellow beak. The leader, Velocidrome, has a more prominent red crest, as well as a larger red-tinted claw on each hand and feet. As curiosity, Velociprey have pretty odd hands that look like a fan with five claws, in the concepts, this is shown to be a result of their ancestor being a winged wyvern called "Keptos" (ケプトス Keputosu).

Next we have Genprey and Gendrome, which are desert dwellers, with a green and orange pattern and two crests, as well as long fangs on the leader. Lastly, Ioprey and Iodrome (capital i, not an L) are of a vibrant red with black splotches, found in volcanoes and swamps, they are the most odd-looking and instead have a bumpy crest on their snout, which becomes a purple axe-shaped crest on the drome.

Overall, their design is pretty straightforward: a raptor monster, each with a signature color (blue, green and red) to differentiate them, the leaders have the same anatomy with a characteristic structure on their head, the challenge they pose also escalates as both Gendrome and Iodrome have the added abilities of paralizing and poisoning the hunters respectively. Their fight, however, remains pretty basic, as their attacks mostly consist on pounces and bites, with the added difficulty of having minions annoying you, as being an older title didn't really allow for further coordination in the pack.

Lets delve into their etymology: if you look at the names they all share the words "Prey" and "Drome". As you may know, "Raptor" means "Bird of prey", take the name Velociraptor, change the -raptor for -prey, and you got Velociprey. In Japanese however the name is a bit trickier, Ranposu is the transliteration of rhamphos, which means beak in ancient Greek, due to their yellow-coloured snout, which if you look closely is quite similar to the pterosaur Rhamphorhynchus. You will notice as you learn the etymologies of first generation monsters that most of them are based on Greek words. Genprey and Ioprey follow the same root as their Japanese names Geneposu and Iosu, once again, their etymology comes from Greek: Geneposu comes from gené, which means race or kin, and Ranposu, indicating it is of the same kin as Velociprey. Meanwhile Iosu is a transliteration of ios, which means poison. For the leaders, we have "Drome" replacing the "Prey" part, "Drome" comes from dromeus, which means runner, as they quite literally run the pack as the leaders, this is also shown in other alpha monsters such as Cephadrome and Bulldrome. In Japanese instead we have the name of the monster with the prefix Dosu- (i.e. Velocidrome is Dosuranposu), this prefix probably comes for the Greek word for leader agos transliterated as adosu (keep in mind in Japanese d and g sounds are interchangeable, such as Tobi-Kadachi in Japanese being Tobikagachi).

The second generation only added Giaprey and Giadrome as new raptors, found in the Snowy Mountains, they are characterized by their silvery-white scales and ice spitting abilities fitting to their frosty environment. Giadrome also sports a light blue crest and claws where Velocidrome was red. Considering these main traits it is no wonder that their name, derived from the Japanese name Gianosu, comes from khionos, which means snow.

In the next post I will talk about the raptors from 3rd gen onwards.

#monster hunter #velociraptor #raptors #monhun #monster hunter rise sunbreak

[pupyzu]

— ✦ — ✦ — ✦ — ✦ — ✦ — ✦ — ✦ — ✦ —

❝ THAVERNIC! ❞

a gender that is like a river wyvern, flowing streams, deep forests, and seaside cliffs! ⊹ ⁺

flag/coined by me! requested by @deadenbytrash!

[[ IMAGE ID: 2 flags with 8 stripes, with these colors from top to bottom: dark blue, medium blue, light blue, pastel blue, pastel teal, light green, dark teal, dark green. the flag on the left has a blue image of a wyvern in the center. ID OVER ]]

— ✦ — ✦ — ✦ — ✦ — ✦ — ✦ — ✦ — ✦ —

❝ ETYMOLOGY! ❞

— “tha” from thálassa, meaning sea! “vern” from wyvern!

❝ COLOR MEANINGS! ❞

— shades of blue representing flowing streams and seaside cliffs! shades of green representing river wyverns and deep forests!

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[[ DNI ID: do not interact: anti-mogai, anti xenogenders, anti neopronouns, terfs/swerfs, truscum/transmed, anti kin, nsfw blog, pro ddlg/ageplay, anti blm, flop accounts, proshipper/antianti. ID OVER ]]

#thavernic #nico’s terms! #aesthetigenders #aesthetigender #mogai #mogai flag #mogai label #mogai post #mogai term #mogai gender #xenogender #xenogender flag #xenogender coining #xenogenders

[ceaselesswanderer]

Hi hi! I've been out of the dragonkin loop for many a year now and want to find more people to follow! So please like/rb if you post

Dragonkin/dragony stuff (including wyverns, serpents, etc.)

Ocean, forest, or mountain aesthetics

Winged kins (or therians!)

Anything about wandering or travelling (like "nomadcore")

Fantasy creature kins

Forest, mountain, or flying therians (whether it's your aes or you're one of those theriotypes)

Thank you thank you! I follow from choleric-angel :]

#dragonkin #dragon #fantasy #fantasy kin #alterhuman #therian #flying therian #winged therian #wyvernkin #wyvern #serpentkin #dragon aesthetic

[monster-huntologist]

Monster Ecologies: The Jaggis

Entry 46 - The Jaggis

Name: Jaggi, Jaggia and Great Jaggi

Aliases: Dog Wyverns, Jagii, Jagiinosu and Dosujagii

Classification: Reptile, Theropod Bird Wyvern

Biology: Covered in cream, orange and lavender scales, Jaggi and their kin are close relatives to the “Prey/Drome” Bird Wyverns. They distinguish themselves from their cousins thanks to their somewhat stockier bodies and noticeable physical differences between each member from the pack hierarchy. Jaggis are the most numerous, being young males that are still maturing. Jaggia meanwhile are female specimens of the species that spend their time at the pack’s nest, being bulky and larger than the males. At a certain age, a Jaggi will often leave the pack to live on their own for a period of time. During this time, it will gradually grow in size and power until it reaches its full maturity where it is then referred to as a Great Jaggi. Alongside their body growth, they have also developed larger head frills and tufts of feathers that lesser Jaggi see as signs of authority.

Behaviour: Jaggis are somewhat unique amongst the Theropod Bird Wyverns in that while they largely share the tenacity and aggression of their brethren, the temperament of each depends on what particular kind of Jaggi one is talking about and its ranking in the pack. Jaggis primarily serve as scouts and patrol the outskirts of the chosen territory, identifying  possible threats or any larger herbivores their leader may want to hunt. They are also well known for their almost suicidal aggression, attacking these threats like Lagiacrus, Diablos, or Deviljho without any concern for the consequences of such actions. Most Jaggia are much less aggressive and spend their time guarding the nest or raising young. Some have been known to serve the same role as the Jaggi however and will join them out in the open environment. Great Jaggi strike a good balance between these two temperaments, taking care of their pack but known to become aggressive at a moment’s notice and will rally their underlings to drive off medium-sized monsters like Arzuros, Cephadrome or Royal Ludroth. It has to be very wary when it comes to its own kind however, as one of the greatest threats to the Bird Wyvern is a potential usurper. Whether it’s one of it’s underlings deciding to challenge its leadership or a lone rival seeking to steal a pack for itself, this is something every Great Jaggi fears. However, there have been numerous examples observed of packs containing two and even three Great Jaggis inside them. This is believed to be possible thanks to the original leader forming an exceptionally strong bond with it’s underlings.

Habitat: Originally evolving in desert climates, the vast majority of Jaggi now live in forested or otherwise lush areas after having migrated over time. Many packs are still known to live in deserts and such however, with the species being capable at surviving equally in both kinds of areas. 

Diet: The Jaggis are omnivorous monsters, primarily opting to hunt prey but have also been known to eat berries, fruits and vegetables alongside this. Opportunistic predators, they will eat just about anything they can take down. Lone Jaggi tend to after smaller creatures such as Kelbi, Moofah, Giggi or numerous bugs and fish. Like almost every other Theropod Bird Wyvern, they are also known to steal the eggs of any larger monsters that live in or near their territory.  A Great Jaggi, often accompanied by its pack, can take down larger and tougher prey such as Aptonoth, Apceros, Rhenoplos, Delex or Slagtoth. When a full pack takes down such a large meal, a feeding hierarchy is established. The Great Jaggi will eat first, followed by the Jaggia, and then the Jaggi.

Attack Method: The Jaggis fights very similarly to the rest of their Bird Wyvern brethren, with their attacks consisting of pounces, bites and claw swipes. Great Jaggi are somewhat different from other pack leaders however, as their bulkier bodies allow them to put more power behind their hits and often perform tail whips and hipchecks. It also has a greater synergy with it’s pack, barking out orders to them in the middle of battle rather than simply letting them fight mindlessly.

Place in the Food Chain: As one could expect, Jaggi are often near the bottom of the monster food chain. They are exceptionally weak by themselves, with only Great Jaggis being capable of hunting larger prey like Aptonoth. While a full pack is capable of fending off medium-sized species such as Arzuros or Royal Ludroth, they are massively outclassed by larger species like Rathalos, Zinogre or Tigrex. If a Great Jaggi is separated from or forced out of it’s pack, life becomes much harder for them as they have to hunt, defend territory and avoid larger monsters. However, numerous reports have come in recently of a quite unusual individual that seems to have thrived in its new lifestyle. Dubbed by some as the “Greatest Jaggi” or “Godvulture Jaggi”, it has been observed following the movements of numerous Elder Dragons and feeding on the carcasses they leave behind before other monsters return to the area. Due to it gradually accumulating large amounts of Elder bioenergy residue from the carcasses themselves and incidentally consuming pieces of their scales and fur, numerous changes have occurred in the Great Jaggi’s body. It’s lavender scales have darkened to a blackish colour, its feather tufts, claws and teeth have turned a deep red and it has grown large enough to match the size of monsters like Barroth and Anjanath. The few researchers lucky enough to observe it have identified that the specimen has actually become capable of producing Dragon Element. Rather than expelling the element as a projectile however, it uses the substance like a steroid to supercharge its muscles and give it extremely powerful boosts of strength. This has allowed it to contend with species much larger than itself and assume an apex position in whatever environment it passes through while following a particular Elder Dragon. At the moment, biologists are unsure on whether to classify this specimen as a Variant or a Deviant.

This has been a report on the Jaggis. Thank you for reading.

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Dragonkin: Forester 

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The Imperial Bestiary - Dragons

Mysterious, noble, but terribly fearsome, dragons are another of the most powerful creatures in the mortal realm. Known by many names, such as wurms or wyrms and drakes, dragons are highly intelligent, winged creatures magical in nature and capable of speech. They are said to be immortal. They grow to enormous sizes, though begin life quite small, hatching from an egg. Despite their size, they are almost never seen by Men. Some say they can fly between the realms, and this is one reason why we do not often see them.

Some dragons pillage, stealing gold from cities and towns to hoard in their caves high in the Jagged Edge. Others are said to be benevolent, protecting lands from evils such as orcs and serving as guardians of ancient forests, but these tales are ancient and may not be true. Dragons will protect whatever they value with incredible ferocity. Dragons behave this way for their eggs, their territory, their gold, or all of these things. Most dragons have a hoard of gold and jewels that they value above all else. A dragon will know if even a single coin is misplaced from their treasure. Most are evil and destructive, coveting nothing more than immeasurable wealth, which they hoard away for themselves. If a dragon feels truly threatened, it may begin devouring its riches to keep them from the hands of Men. Dragons are extremely vain and proud, considering themselves to be superior to all other beings.

Perhaps the most famous aspect of dragons is their fire breath. All dragons can breathe fire from their throats, and some can breathe many different types of arcane flame. Dragons breed in the mortal realm but may spend most of their time in various elemental realms, such as those of fire and ice. All dragons can fly, but many prefer to swim or to burrow underground. Dragon scales are some of the most valuable items in the world for their exquisite beauty, toughness, and resistance to all elements.

The appearance of dragons varies wildly, but all true dragons have two wings and four legs and scales. Some dragons may appear more serpentine, and others bulkier and bearing more spikes. Some legends claim there are dragons of even wilder appearances over the mountains of the Jagged Edge, in the fabled Eastern lands. Dragons range in every color imaginable, from deep blacks to bright reds. Some are dull, while others shimmer like polished armor. Why dragons appear in so many colors and what bearing this may or may not have upon their abilities is unknown.

Dragons are considered to be invincible. Other dragons and giants are two of the only beings capable of slaying them. Men and elves and dwarves do not often slay dragons. Dwarves are said to know secrets to dragonslaying that no other culture can boast. All materials of a dragon are valuable alchemical ingredients, including their bones and blood. When a dragon first bleeds, their blood is hot as magma. Dragon scale armor is valued beyond estimation, but it is nearly impossible to acquire through any means.

Among their many unknown magical abilities, dragons supposedly bear the power to assume the form of man, elf, dwarf, or perhaps other beings. In such a form, they may interact with Men for unknown reasons. Some of the oldest and noblest houses in the Empire boast draconic heritage, such as the House of Draculea, the House of Ysauria, and the House of Drake. Some dispute the truth of claims that dragons are a part of certain bloodlines, but it is generally accepted as an important part of Imperial history.

- Midgard’s Noblest Beasts, by an anonymous monk of Astra Aeterna

Though the author covers many important aspects of dragons, he does not mention what Men now refer to as ‘dragon-kin,’ creatures that favor dragons in appearance but not in nature. These are sometimes referred to as lesser dragons or pseudodragons.

Generally, pseudodagons lack the intelligence and power of true dragons. These creatures include the wyvern, the basilisk, lindwurms, cockatrices, and sea serpents, many of which you will find in other entries in this bestiary. Look there for more details.

There are many famous dragons of myth and legend, such as Typhon, whom Zeus cast into the yawning void of Tartarus, and Typhon’s bride, Echidna, as well as the Nordlings’ tales of Nidhoggr, who gnaws on the roots of the world-tree Yggdrasil. The Nordlings write also of Fafnir, slain by the hero Sigurd, and of Jormundgandr, the World Serpent that wraps around the world. In the Jagged Edge, there is said to be a city of dragons named Voc, ruled by a mighty dragon god known as the Nameless One, with shimmering silver scales. Likewise, another truly ancient dragon dwells alone in the Jagged Edge: Sturmkrag, the Scourge of Midgard, who dwells in the volcano Vulcan’s Forge at the foot of Mount Olympos.

Two mighty dragons live outside the reach of the Jagged Edge, as well: Gronvaenga, the Guardian of Mimiriholt, one of the most ancient dragons still to live. Even today, she maintains the borders of the eternal forest and slays any who dare to attempt defiling those ancient trees. She is said to be friends of the elves that dwell there also. All woodcutters fear the shadow of her green wings, after which the Nordlings named her.

Within the borders of our own Empire, however, we may be best acquainted with the dragon Rognosst, worshipped by the reptilian beastfolk within Rognosst Swamp in the Northwest. He is said to be a mighty black dragon that frequently receives living sacrifices from his beastfolk minions.

While the Venatori do actually answer the call to hunt dragons if necessary, no outcry about a dragon has actually been true for hundreds of years. Most dragon sightings are wyverns or fires. This scholar has no doubt that the Venatori could stand up against even a dragon, if necessary, however, given their great skill.

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Ptitheros Worldbuilding - Species

Lefika Basic Info

Lefika History

The Elleswacyan Era was a long period of history labeled as the time when the Cardinals were crafting, collaborating, and creating. Species, biomes, rivers, and ideas were constantly being given or withheld, destroyed or solidified, until the Cardinal of the region was satisfied with their work. The creatures of each Cardinal were no different, and the creatures who would be deemed with intelligence and culture were determined during this era, and each Cardinal had an ideal for what they desired their forever sapient kin to look and behave like.

Lessifleals were a large predator created by the East Cardinal, Meldr'uno, to be a form of population control and fear instigator for Meldr'uno's main kin: the eastern dragons. Lessifleals were nomadic, they preyed on karkadanns and other large animals, could handle the hot desert climate, were able to make small camps by using clay and sandstone to create simplistic pueblo buildings. Strangely, they were given almost the same intelligence level as dragons during the beginning of the E.W Era but were not given a language, had an extremely low population number, and were limited to where they could prosper (trapped to the desert for biological reasons).

Like the rest of the Cardinals, Meldr'uno began work on His main kingdom of power and culture during the middle of the E.W Era, and that city was named Tucruitora. At first, the kingdom was built to house his kin: the eastern dragons, or as his ancient followers were known as: the Ola'mels. Ola'mels were similar to the other dragons of the world, and despite Meldr'uno's firm grasp over their culture and ideals, they continued to drift further from what He desired from them, They became curious and mingled beyond the territories that were gifted to them, and eventually the East Cardinal realized it was no longer worth his time to try and wrangle these drifting creatures back into his static reign. He wanted a kin all under his word, none curious to learn about the dragons with wings to the west or the clever wyverns to the north, thus the Ola'mels became something unwanted, and so they were discarded and "set free". This was not a good form of freedom, for now the eastern dragons, once aided and protected by the East God Himself, were alone in the world with no means of holding onto their culture and magic. Thanks to the other Cardinals interfering with Meldr'uno's rage, the eastern dragons were able to keep their magic and sapience, but all else was left to them to protect, resulting in the Ola'mel culture slowly becoming more uncommon.

Meldr'uno was without kin now and needed something new to call his own and continue his culture and ideals. He wanted something that would obey all his rules, he wanted something as loyal as possible, and so he journeyed across his arid lands in search of what could replace his eastern dragons. Alas, no other dragons could be found in the dry climate, for they all existed in the humid jungle or the temperate forests of the North. The other Cardinals had created and claimed those lands that could support what had become of the created dragon species, so the East Cardinal needed something different, something completely new.

One of His wild predators caught his eye: the lessifleals.

The lessifleals were snatched up, removed from their place in the food chain, and modified to fit better as a governed and civilized creature. Lefikas were created. The Lefikas were given Tucruitora to call home. Meldr'uno handed over everything the eastern dragons once had to the new kin and they were given all means of intelligence and dexterity that they needed to be equally rivaled by the dragons and gryphons. The Lefikas thrived and evolved as a society under the watchful eyes of Meldr'uno, until one day the God decided that the Lefikas worshiping a God that looked like an eastern dragon was not a good choice. They should see themselves within the thing they worship and appreciate, they should view their God as different, a God that makes them view themselves as different and as the elite kin amongst Ptitheros. Worshiping a dragon would lead to the Lefikas always seeing other dragons as stronger and better than their fellow desert prowlers, and that would need to change.

With this change of plans from the East Cardinal Himself, the original oriental-dragon-resembling Architect created a new form. He became a lefiká bathed of pure white light, no features other than many pairs of beautiful wings and long ears stood against the bright silhouette. This being was the new eyes of Meldr'uno, it was called the Central Virtue, and it comprised all 10 Minor Virtues that made up the new Tucruit Affiliation. The Central Virtue has never been seen by the Cardinal's kin, but many old texts tell of stories where old priests and journeywomen met some of the singular pieces of the form.

Once the dragon-form of prospect was out of the picture and the East Cardinal had a new set of eyes to watch His kin with, the shift of radicalization between Ola'mels and Tucruit began. Tucruits began to see themselves as better, different, and overall stronger, just as intended. The Virtues, the East Cardinal, was greater than the rest according to Tucruit, and thus other species became inferior. Ola'mels became so distant from the new East Affiliation that they were separated into a secondary class of East Cardinal worship. Many of the eastern dragons from the beginning clung to their heritage and kept the old Affiliation alive, and still to this day do they strive to continue what was once the heart of the East's purpose, before their god left them to die.

After the initial rocky-start to the East's new plans, things went smoothly. History was quiet, no quarrels with species, affiliations, Cardinals, or cities. The development of kingdoms was closely watched by each respected Cardinal.

Eventually came the C.E Era, a period of Ptitheros history when the Cardinals were finally satisfied with what they had created and changed. The world was fresh and finished, all the creatures free to explore the world and mingle with things their overseers approved of. At the time, the strongest kingdom was Chaveri, a capital headed and watched by Edenlline: the North Cardinal. Meldr'uno did not like this.

He, the Central Virtue, instated more nationalist beliefs into His creatures, creating a prompted hatred towards Chaveri for being the most powerful since it was full of dragons and gryphons, thus the city should be inferior to Tucruitora and its surrounding territories.

Chaveri was already under stress, as tension between the dragons and gryphons had been stagnant but strong at the time. The East Cardinal convinced His lefikás that they needed to acquire land northward for expansion and food, and that with the fighting going on in Chaveri is was obvious that the North Cardinal wasn't doing a good job with her kin. She needed the enlightenment and culture of the East.

The Sand and Stone War ensued. Often called the Sunken War. Chaverians fought Tucruitorians, many creatures died within the city over the course of a few months, until Edenlline had enough of her kin dying to stupid hairless cats from farther south. She left her palace, Her most gifted aura casters in tow, and awaited Meldr'uno to show his face to her in slight of a proper battle over the Northern lands. The Central Virtue appeared, bright as ever, it was the first properly recorded event in history where the full Virtue form of the East Cardinal was seen. The two Cardinals battled, resulting in aura and magic releasing in heavy bursts that killed off creatures too close and wildlife around them. The world could not handle so much aura being pulled from its ground that it began to break. Crevasses and canyons cracked across Chaveri and nearby, pulling the city down with the ground that fell away. In response to not being able to kill Meldr'uno, Edenlline pulled what spare aura she had stored away in her soul chalices and used it to push the East Cardinal away from her protected lands. It worked, He was sent away in a bright pool of light and rocketed back to where He once came from; the deserts. Unfortunately, with the chalices no longer strong, other problems soon occurred.

Chaveri sank underground. It collapsed, fell from the golden landscape it once rested so prominently atop, and was lost to time over the course of a century or two.

The East Cardinal, unable to traverse the ruined lands of Chaveri, decides He did not want such unstable land anyway. He expands Tucruitora territory to the very north edge of the Endless Mesa and stops there.

Following the Sand and Stone War, all the other kingdoms are afraid of lefikás and if their home will be attacked next. This begins the stereotypical fear about lefikás and their classic war-causing greed and attitude.

Tucruitora flourished again as an almost only lefiká kingdom with a strong distaste for other species. Dragons and the lot remain viewed as weak and unworthy, hybrids especially are the scum of Ptitheros and are killed just as quickly as nightborns. (Nightborns were undesirable and thought of as cursed because the East Cardinal was also called God of the Rising Sun, meaning daylight was blessed and night was evil.)

The rest of the C.E Era remained the same, as in- stressful- but no outbreaks of issues occurred. The standard eye decals in Tucruit culture were introduced, the Hourglass was created to punish sinners and criminals properly without needing help from the lindosts, and Tucruit society advanced at the same pace as the other kingdoms. During the late C.E Era, Pab'Zuaan broke away from Sequ'Manko and the southern kingdom's alliance was quickly snatched up by Tucruitora, but the alliance was extremely weak at first due to the mixed coastline cities being very wary of the lefikás. Pharaoh Oullua, leader at the time, understood this and worked diligently to rekindle a form of trust between lefikás and the other intelligent creatures they shared Ptitheros with. It worked and the ally-ship grew.

The secluded and specist way of life for centuries was being challenged and the overall public thought the change was good, most lefikás were okay with other creatures, but some still believed they were so superior that something needed to be done about this change. The Radical Tucruits Group was born, a sub-group branch of Tucruit religion that took every tenet and word of the Virtues to the extreme. They saw all other Affiliations as so disgusting and unwanted that they had to prove the East was in charge. The RT began a strong rumored hatred towards Sequns, eventually infecting much of the general Tucruit masses that all of Cymer's kin were unacceptable and sadistic. (Quite strange wasn't it, since it was known through ancient records that Meldr'uno had always hated Cymer and has been enraged ever since his quest to kill him had accidentally taken out Swā instead.)

The C.A Era begins and Chaveri is completely gone, Wyndgale is on the rise, Nox is thriving, and the current Pharaoh, Nexetep, suggests an alliance with the kingdom of the Floating Isles. Alliance is formed very slowly and the RT infiltrate Nox without much notice to recruit rubasyns who share their same view of superiority. The pairing between the RT and the Lace-ups is tied. It was quite easy, as the Lace-ups were similar in how they functioned: a large group who deemed all else different as inferior and distasteful, and they especially wanted to displease the North Cardinal, knowing from ancient scripts that She and the West Cardinal were believed to be friends. Persuaded, a small but powerful illegal militia was started.

A short war known as the Sequn Genocide or The Raining Fire occurred and Tucruitora was blamed. Sequ'Manko's town of Sequendalar and part of its capital was decimated and its population diminished, Sequns were now seen as sadistic, for "wars did not happen without reason" according to the Central Virtue. Pab'Zuaan and Wyndgale took in refugees, whereas Sequns in Nox or Tucruitora were killed off. Lefikas were now viewed as the strongest species on Ptitheros, for they had wiped out the two largest dragon kingdoms and had a threatening alliance with the majority of Nox. Nexetep remained in power for another century and Tucruitora/its territories continued to thrive.

Closer to the Present

Nexetep's daughter, Messililean, takes over. During her reign she opened the trade market more, strengthened the bond between her kingdom and Pab'Zuaan, and did not solve the unapologetic attitude towards the Sequn people. However, she believes that all kinds of creatures should be allowed into Tucruitora, seeing it as the path of prosperity for her people and all across Ptitheros. To broaden the happiness of all, she enacts many new policies and removes those that stifle the distaste her kingdom receives. In time, her inclusive attitude persuaded the upcoming generation to be kind to those who are different, which eventually made Tucruitora safe for Sequns again- although they remain wary.

Hybrids were given rights to not be killed on sight like nightborns, but no rules against mistreating a hybrid were instituted at the time.

The residency and work of other species in Tucruitora becomes highly available and encouraged. Science and engineering are picked up more as occupations, along with mines and agricultural industries expanding to meet the demand of the population as it grows denser.

Recall the rupture of Edenlline's soul chalices? Something had occurred due to it and now Chaveri is overrun with the corpses of once-Chaverians. In the past, throughout the C.E Era, those creatures posed no threat besides to explorers traversing the Honeycomb forests, but now danger is on the rise. Cardinals are out of the picture now, protection is not given but won, and these zombie-like creatures are growing brave and creeping closer and closer. Many mini-wars have occurred between the creatures (called windiages) and northern Tucruitora now, and because of the issue becoming more common the militia of Tucruitora has been focused on it more. With the expansion necessary, other species were now allowed into the military, but male lefikás remained forbidden for a while.

Pharaoh Messililean eventually gave the same rights of other citizens to hybrids. Interspecies marriage/mates are now legally allowed in Tucruitora territories. Morshin is becoming more and more common.

She opens the great pyramids and runic architecture sites to the public, making Tucruitora's past more accessible to researchers and the common folk to study and appreciate. The oldest and most important locations are still inaccessible to all except approved archeologists. In very recent years, the very first survivor of the Hourglass punishment has been documented. This was a revelation because this is the first sinner who was not killed upon Virtue's wrath within the Hourglass.

Male lefikás can now register to become part of the military and have the difficult opportunity to become officers too.

And finally, in the past three years, a new northern town under Tucruitora rule is under construction to become a militia guarded base purely designed to watch and protect the territories from the monsters of Chaveri.

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[wingsofcharity]

When did you discover you're fallen angelkin? How did you feel upon the discovery? :0

Well, beforehand I was friends with a few kinnies, my ex girlfriend was actually a lion therian haha. Though I never really thought of myself as even possibly kin before not too long ago. My first set of memories was actually being wyvernkin! I would protect a forest on the outskirts of a small village and eat fish and fly with birds! Though I did have a bigger longing to go up into the clouds, much higher than what my wyvern could go...

Then I started having new shifts! Four wings, hooves for feet and more heads! I was also a cherubim at some point! Though I never really get memories until a month or so later. I fully accepted being an angel, I thought it perfectly fit my personality and morals.

I was an angel from christian lore, and when Lucifer’s rebellion started forming, I guess I joined purely out of respect. Lucifer was a respected archangel, and being higher rank than him it baffled me that a lower being would stand up to a force so much more powerful. So I rebelled just for the entertainment of it I guess, haha. Of course as most know Lucifer lost and all of his followers fell into hell, which I guess makes me demonkin. Though I much prefer the term fallen angel as demons have a big stereotype of being evil, and I don’t consider myself bad at all! I still long for the warmth of hell as much as I do the light of heaven, though I’d much rather portray myself as a positive figure! Though maybe if I were to change how I call myself I’d be able to show that not all of us are so bad...

[decendingfromgrace]

Festival of Sound

Fantasy!Bakugou x fantasy!fem!reader 18+

Warnings: violence, blood, gore, harassment (not by Katsuki), lots of fluff, sweet times and happy ending, cultural customs and world building (I have cultural traditions and some background information so that’s what I’m talking about)

Words: 8,700

King Katsuki and his beloved wife are going on a trip to reader’s homeland but there’s a reason why she left in the first place and Katsuki finds out all to well.

@lady-bakuhoe I figured out how to make header images so thank you for the help!

Artwork in header not mine, and I couldn’t find the artist, sorry.

The king of all dragon kind, the great progenitor of the ancient wyverns was not expecting his dearly beloved dragon queen to burst into their throne room raving nonsense about some kind of festival, or so he tried to gather. Her sparkling eyes, wide smile and pacing made him not only curious but also annoyed slightly, however when she shoved a flyer into his face he suddenly understood what she was excited about. The flyer was majestic and filled with fanciful words about a musical festival that would span for three days, it's famous title sprawled across the front of the worn paper flyer.

"The Festival of Sound?" The king asked with a raised blond eyebrow at his queen who grinned intoxicatingly. She nodded and settled onto the identical throne as her royal husband's and leaned over onto his shoulder.

"Once in five years, when the twin moons are full, my old town celebrates by throwing a huge festival. There's music and dancing and they serve amazing food, oh Katsuki it's simply amazing. I was thinking we could go together, we would only miss the first day but-"

"No." The queen paused her excited rambles to look at her husband’s crimson eyes which were under knitted brows. A frown brought the queen's smile down and all but shattered her joy when his set glistening gaze did not alter.

"Couldn't you think about it first?" The king shook his head and crossed his arms defiantly. If a festival of humans so much as saw the infamous dragon king, they would send for the guards and the joyful festival would turn into a bloodbath. Both rulers knew this, but that didn't stop the striking heart ache the queen felt at the flat disapproval of her beloved. She didn't need his permission to leave, but without him at her side the festival would feel empty and cold.

"I know what you're thinking, but give them a chance. We've been trying to form peace between the humans and dragons for years so why not make this into one of those chances?" She tried to persuade him with her big sparkling eyes and smile but all she was rewarded with was a curt "no" again. She signed and her shoulders hunched, the flyer limply held in her hands, and her eyes darted away as a sober feeling hallowed out her heart.

"You know I haven't visited my old home in a while, and I thought it would be nice to get away from the kingdom for a bit. The festival was just a way for me to show you a portion of my old life, before I became the "Great Empress of Flame"" His eyes sharped at her and a scowl formed over his mouth, while his eyes rolled away from her face. She looked to his face then at the armrest of the polished glittering throne, surrounded by soft furs and treasures, truly a symbol of both their royalty.

"I adore it here, and I love you. I just wanted to show you a bit of my world since you've shown me so much of yours." A full sigh was heaved from the king, his garnet stare softened. The queen rose from her golden throne and crumbled the flyer in her hands. Her striking tattoos along her shoulders and arms, jewelry of beads and dragon teeth necklaces, and her glimmering wedding ring all remained Katsuki of the leaps and bounds she had to undergo to be his other half.

"You're right, it was a dumb idea. I'll go and check on the patrol and then we can go hunting for dinner-" A warm large hand held hers and she looked to her king who was scanning her face with an understanding and loving gaze.

"This really means a lot to you, huh? ....Let me get the patrols set up for the next four days and we can head out first light tomorrow." A dazzling smile plastered onto the queen's countenance and she wrapped the king in her own bone bending hug, she kissed his cheek andsquishes his face in her palms while kissing his nose. .

"Aw Katsu! You really are a big softly under all that fuss and angry eyebrows." The king growled and gently bit the top of her ear but returned the hug nonetheless. The queen really did have a large sway over the king, whether he admitted it or not. She pulled away and kissed his forehead, eyes alight with a new found eagerness and she laughed at the disheveled looking king who was blushing fervently from his wife’s adoration.

"I'll go pack some provisions while you go take care of the patrols. This is going to be so much fun Katsuki, thank you!" She smiled and he smirked at her back as she fled to their bedroom to pack, her gate gaining a slight bounce in that special way that showed when she was filled with overwhelming joy. He rolled his eyes and stood up, she really was a handful at times but dammit if he didn't love her for it. He marched on to ready the kingdom for the absence of their rulers for the next few days.

"Dumbass, how far away is your home town? We've been flying for days now." It had only been a few hours and the king demanded that the queen would fly on the way there and back since it was her plan to go. She didn't mind, being able to spread her sienna wings and feel the air glide over her scales made the trip worth it, the clouds let small peaks of sunlight shine down on her light red, orange and gold scales. Each royal member of the dragon throne was able to transform into their primordial dragon form, the queen needed to practice for many years before mastering this ability, but her love never allowed her to give up and he suddenly thanked those long hours for he now rested comfortably on her back as she flew. Her chest rumbled at the agitated king riding on her back as she gracefully swooped under an arch made of rock and pulled up to avoid splashing into the sea below. Her hometown was a ways away still, having been founded in an old woods far off from the rest of the world made the small village secluded and practically unknown. Katsuki rolled onto his back and adjusted on the soft scales and small spines along the queen's dragon form and stared out to his right at the cliff side they were flying from, a small bundle of anxiety flared in his chest at the realization they had left their kingdom's territory and were heading farther away from their sanctuary of lush forests, mountains valleys, and their castle of smooth rock and warm stone. He didn't know what to expect to happen at this festival, but he came upon the notion that his loving queen had adapted so much of her heart, body and mind to be his queen and rule his kingdom with him, and so he figured the least he could do would be to see a portion of her old life. He sighed again and rolled into his stomach so he could look at the horns and spines of his lover who was flawlessly navigating the wind currents and ocean they were traveling over. She had come so far from being that meek sell sword that fell into his den during that human raid, to mastering the ways of the dragon kin through intense training and learning of dragon customs, then to claim and ascend onto her rightfully earned throne even after battling to the near death to keep it, her scars showed the signs of her victories. Katsuki found himself pressing himself deeper into the warm scales below him, as his wife gilded around a cascading waterfall, she made sure to wrap her wings around her love to prevent the water from soaking him.

He didn't understand the custom, he didn't understand the importance of dancing and music but the simple reason that he didn't need to know why but how to make her happy made him join his queen on her small journey. She was excited and that was enough for him, so he remained quite as she rose above a jagged portion of seaside rock and looked out on a vast new land of grasslands and spare patches of trees and a few veins of rivers that pooled into moderately sized lakes.

The day moved quickly as the sun was venturing below the horizon and the droopy feeling of night time fatigue began to seep into the mind of the two traveling lovers. A great roar of a yawn echoed from the maw of the sienna dragon ruler, her flying pattern faltered but she was quick to readjust. She shook her mighty horned head and pushed on ward as the dense forest came into view, determination forcing her to set aside her waning tenacity. A hand pressed firmly against her scales on her neck and her gaze looked to her right shoulder where Katsuki was groggily gazing at her, sleep evident in his eyes and the way his hair stood up at odd ends indicated his interrupted sleep. A small chuckle was stifled by the dragon queen.

"Hey, hon. Come on, you need rest. Make for those caves there and we can set up camp." The dragon queen shook her head again and easily moved her wings to fly faster and harder than before, even though her muscles begged her to stop. A soothing touch of the king's forehead against her neck made his intentions and words make their way into her heart and the idea of rest out weighted the idea of overworking herself. A low groan passes the dragon's jaws and she gently swooped down on powerful wings to the mountain outcropping Katsuki spotted, the stone was chilled but it was a decent shelter from praying eyes and unwanted presences. The great dragon queen crouched to allow her love to slide down from her scaled back, and then transformed back into her human form, tired and weak. The sun's light had long been gone when the queen finally was able to rest, flying over rough terrain, battering winds and unruly seas tried her immensely. In a swift moment, she became weightless as strong arms lifted her into a warm embrace. Her love's hold on her as he carried her to the back of the cave caused that sleepy feeling to multiply.

"You push yourself too far, dumbass." Katskui mumbled to (y/n) who smiled and snuggled deeper into his chest.

"Nah, you're just heavy." A loud set of giggles came from the queen as her sides were tickled until she submitted and was set down onto a soft red cape, the soft fur on the cloak's neck made a comfortable pillow. The dragon king set up the fire they needed to warm the stone around them, and with the flame that resides inside his heart, he blew the scorching heat at the bundle of logs and set it ablaze. The king brought the furs they packed and made a makeshift bed, gathered himself and his love and held her close.

"The town isn't much farther, we should make it by tomorrow afternoon. I can't wait until you hear the music, and try all the food." Katsuki pulled the women closer by the waist and silenced her by pressing her head into his heart beat.

"Right now all I want to hear are your snores, everything else can wait until morning." Small protests of how she did not snore came from the queen but her sleepy mumbles quickly silenced as her soft snoring lulled the king into his own slumber, as their limbs tangled together and their shared heat soothed the chilled stone.

Soft bird song and light morning rays awoke the sleeping queen from the cocoon of blankets and furs she was in. She felt around but found no peacefully rising chest beside her and sat up, her hair in an unruly mess as her eyes groggily opened and closed as she sat up and a massive yawn stretched her mouth. A chuckle was heard and a delightful scent of cooking food roused her.

"The Great Empress of Flame has awoken, all bask in her glorious presence." Katsuki teased as she rubbed her sleepy eyes. Her gaze fully opened and she saw her beloved husband stoking freshly caught elk on a relit fire, his bare chest and back carried the tattoos and scars of many past battles and memories, her favorite one was the ornate letter of her first name on his shoulder. She had her own battle scars and inked symbols on her shoulder resembling his but instead hers had a K. She wrapped his crimson cloak around her shoulders and scooted close towards her love, he kissed her forehead and briefly pressed his forehead to her's before handing her breakfast on a large tree leaf. She took a bite and a warm flush of smoky venison ignited her taste buds and a smile spread over her face. Katsuki's pride swelled as his wife’s contentment was caused by his care and he gladly welcomed her wanting to press into his side as they ate. She draped the cloak around his shoulder and snuggled into his side and he encircled his arm around her shoulder, her free hand passed over a large three gashed scar that resembled a dragon's claw on his back and the king shuddered. Their soft silence was met with the droplets of the morning dew falling from their perch on the overhead stone of the cave.

"We should move soon. If we make it over the valley to the west then we'll make it well in time." The strong blond beside the women swallowed the remains of his food as the queen stood to stretch her arms above her head as the cracking of her stiff joints filled the air, her hair reflected the morning sun like freshly ignited embers and her eyes caught the sun's rays in a shimmer of color.

"That maybe tough since were walking the rest of the way." The queen paused and looked at her king who was caught admiring her beauty, her blush was brushed off as her concern overcame it.

"Walk? We'll lose half the day doing that, by the time we'd make it to the town-"

"The festival will just be starting. You need to regain your strength." The king got up, cracked the stiff vertebrae of his neck, pulled his queen by the back of the neck for a kiss, and began gathering their limited supplies of a pac each.

"Come on. There's a small spring we can go and get cleaned up in. Wouldn't want those townsfolk getting a shitty first impression." The queen shorted and swung her pac over her shoulder and braced as the chilled morning breeze ruffled the cloak around her shoulders and the thick fog that hung over everything clouded her vision slightly. Her husband huffed before clasping the cloak together and pulling it right under her chin, she sneezed when the soft white fur tickled her nose. The king kissed her head before they began to move, the dew droplets on the forest grassy floor made a trail of where they parted the blades and passed under the canopy of ancient oak, the shorter female member of the band of two marveled at the way a spider web caught the glowing sunlight in the water droplets that made perfect circles.

The fog hung heavily, providing ample cover to any spying eyes that may cause threat to the two as the king pushed his pac higher onto his shoulder. He glanced at his wife who was happily watching a pair of birds snuggled into a neat nest of grass and weeds. A cold wind picked up and she shivered and then pulled the warm cloak higher on her neck and sighed at the scent it gave off, he smiled.

Upon seeing the large spring, the two began to settle their belongings under a nearby shaded oak and they parted so she could pick up a few sweet and nice smelling herbs for soap and he made a quick patrol for any threats.

Her soft humming floated to his ears and he turned to find her figure reappearing form the forest brush, a small bundle of flora and foliage in her arms. She smiled and shifted the bundle to show her successful gathering and he smirked at himself before placing his calloused hands on his bare hips which she took notice to and blushed, her gaze looking away.

She settled down at the pool's edge and called him over, he waded through the water and rested his arms and head on the stone ledge.

"Ok, I found lavender, lemon balm, mint, katsura, and chamomile." Which one do you want?" The king lazily pointed to the caramel scented katsura with a goofy smile and she nodded and went to work.

"I'll put this together and then I'll join you." He simply watched her work, studying her movements, facial expressions, and the simple sway of her hair and the twinkle in her eyes. After a bit she was done and handed him his portion of the makeshift soap and he walked back under the waterfall to wash, he felt her eyes gazing at the muscle of his back as he moved.

He was scrubbing his hair when a gasp and shriek was heard making him quickly break through the cascading water, blade drawn ready to confront any danger, yet the only thing he saw was her nude skin shivering violently under the waterfall as her eyes darted to him.

"What are you-?" Katsuki barely asked before she darted to the cave under the fall and huddled closer to herself, her arms wrapped tightly around her.

"You never said the water was this damn cold!" She shivered and a boasting laugh came from the bemused king and the queen nearly dunked him then and there. Seeing his queen's chilled figure but blazing with anger eyes, he calmed and gently picked her up unto his arms, her legs eagerly wrapped around his waist to leech off his warmth as he suspended her.

"Come on dear, it's not that cold." She huffed and grabbed a portion of his soap and began running her digits through his blonde hair as he snuggled his nose into her neck.

"Says you. Now hold still so I can properly wash your hair." He pinched her behind out of revenge for the tease but she smacked his shoulder a moment after, their shared laughs echoed off the cave walls.

"Dunk please." He tilted back into the falling stream of water to rinse the suds from his blonde head, she then followed by ruffling his hair and allowing him to begin his determined scrubbing of her locks. The sleepy camomile sent swirled around the two as he massaged her scalp and she gently ran her hands over and around his body, the rushing water behind them made a nice white sound to soothe the voiceless air. Once she rinsed her hair and allowed her lover to smooth the sweet smelling soap over her skin and she did the same for him, she went back to dry off while he stayed behind to finish up. She made it to the edge of the pool when a call of her name brought her attention to the top of the waterfall where a nude Katsuki stood in all his ridiculous glory, smirking triumphantly and puffing his chest out.

"You like the view darling?" His booming voice called down to his queen who was covering her giggles with her hand, her smile was heard in her yell of a reply.

"I wonder if I join you, I'd get a better one." She felt his newly glowing gaze travel and cover her as she strutted up the stones and met him at the top. Her lover laughed and his gaze held the acceptance of her challenge, the chill from the morning breeze made both of their skin flushed roses but the joy of such a challenge lit a delightful feeling in their hearts.

"Largest splash wins." The queen challenged and the king nodded, his signature confident and smug grin pulling his lips up to show his teeth. The queen gestured for him to proceed and with a mock battle cry, the king dives into the chilled water meters below with a decent splash. He resurfaced with a large smile and a triumphant glint in his red eyes, he laughed loudly and shook the water from his blond hair.

"Beat that hun!"

Upon her over look of old corroded stone, the queen wrapped her hands firmly around her hips and tilted her head up, the slow sun warming the world surrounding the two and the king swore she was an angel as the light danced around her. Surprisingly, she turned around and marched to the point where the grass and stone met and the path down to where the king met her feet. She braced her legs and curled her toes into the earthy soil, then took off into a sprint that hurtled her off the ledge, but before her skin hit the water's surface her dragon form was summoned and a total wave cascaded down onto the king. His sputtering was stopped when a massive warm presence easily lifted him to the dry comfort of the couples makeshift area, a prominent scowl contorting his features.

"That's cheating dumb ass!" The glare sent to the dragon in the pool waned when the dragon became a beautiful woman who was giggling and smiling widely.

"All's fair in love and war, my heart. Now accept that I won and that we need to get moving” The king snorted and bit back his retort and instead grumbled a "yes dear" before doing as she asked, a smug look twinkled in her eyes, while the king braided her wet hair.

Hiking proved to be slightly more tiring than flying to the queen, her feet ached from stepping over the recent quarry she and her lover passed through. Yet as the sun swung higher into the clear sky and stone turned to grass, she found herself enjoying the sights she long thought forgotten. Her days were spent ruling and that potent want for adventure fizzled out when she married the love of her life and decided that no adventure would amount to any satisfaction to the burn in her heart without her love beside her, through each tired step of the way. The dense trees and mountains were behind them now and vast plains of grass and open air became their new surroundings, the wind calmed as the weeds under the pair's feet were crushed. The afternoon had set in not long after their departure from the spring, and the process of changing the hour seemed to speed up more once they left the forest, however in the seemingly endless sight of rolling hills before the two time seemed to bend to its own will and stopped momentarily as the fading light of the sun spread over the hills turning them gold, each hill looked as though it were a sun dipping below its own miniature horizon. The pair stood atop one of these brilliant hills and watched the sun disappear from view fully, leaving only the blue-black shimmer of the night sky above their heads, the hills themselves seemed to sign into slumber as the winds stilled completely. The queen, tired but not undeterred, looked to her love who was silently calculating the remaining distance. She just watched him in the afterglow of the day, the way his eyes sharpened to adjust to the low light, how his jaw set when he began thinking, that tired look under his eyes. Her gaze fluttered up to the heavens and a gasp left her mouth when she saw the lights that seemed to dance across the sky in dazzling spectrums of greens, blues, whites and reds. The light gave a stunning backdrop to the king as his captivating red gaze looked hurriedly at the queen who was gazing at him with a look of love, a blush hit his face and the darker atmosphere he thanked for concealing it.

"What?" He asked.

"Look." She responded and pointed up to those twirling lights that pirouetted across the inky darkness to the starry sky. The king followed her gesture and, for a moment, became captivated in the light's glow as well, but he regained his composure.

"So? They’re just the ancestor lights, we've seen them before." His shrug was half hearted, as he tried not to stare in total rapture at the way the reflection of such a heavenly glow danced in the urethral gaze of the queen.

"Yeah, but never just with you and never this close. It's incredible." She cupped her hand in his and smiled up at him, he looked away embarrassed but returned the gentle squeeze she gave to his hand.

"Yeah....I guess they are." She began walking again, this time with her husband in tow as they made way across the hills to their final destination which lay close beyond. The king understood so much about the world he has ruled for multiple millennia, but he never understood its pure beauty in the simplicity of such small things, the lights for example until they passed through her gaze. Until she stared at the spider web, until she spoke about herbs and weeds as though they were jewels, until she said his name. All he thought were important but never beautiful, until her. In that moment, on that star scattered sky and dusk covered hills, he wished to fly high into the lights above and dance with her, but he knew that fantasy would need to be patient as the low melody of song began to float around the tree line they entered.

Paper lanterns arched between poles dug into the ground, their soft lights glowed in the night as the shapes cut into them cast animal-like shadows on the trees. The blond king glared at the lanterns, seeing the ancestral lights above and thought they provided better illumination to the surrounding wind than the human contraption. His mind shifted to focus on another new scene, the scent of a dozen strange foods flooded the king's senses and his eyes fluttered to his queen who was practically drooling, her nose up taking in all the food. She met his eyes and their glow glimmered with such excitement that he felt his chest become light and a smile broke his normal scowl. She quickly gripped his hand and tugged him through the crowds, naming off foods and pointing out traditional significances all while expertly navigating the hordes of townsfolk who murmured incessantly.

The king's ears pricked at the mention of his queen's name, the source far off to his right and in a hushed tone, but being in a village full of those who did not speak any known language to him made him hyper aware. His ruby glare hardened ten fold at the small band of women who were bunched off to the side of the crowd, all their eyes trained on him and (y/n). Her name was said again and the king let a powerful growl towards the group and they turned red and broke apart. Once he noticed his wife’s soft hand not in his, the king began to frantically push others from his path, his broad stature and strange dress of beads, cloak, and loose pants and hide boots made him stand out which earned him questioning glances. He heard his name but the words after he did not comprehend. His ears tuned into her sweet melodious voice, but the language that made her words was incomprehensible to him, yet he continued to make his way to her. He broke through the crowd and saw her hair shining, her smile bright as she began to harmonize a song with a few others, her hands held multiple bundles of food on sticks. He growled, letting her know of his presence and wanting for her at his side and her eyes snapped to see him. With a knowing look she seemed to bid farewell to the group and joined him, making sure to rub against his bare side in an ancient dragon greeting for lovers.

"Try this! I know you'll love it." She glowed and her feet rocked from the heel to ball as that shimmer of her fluorescent eye color danced in that special way he adored. The king looked at the food and then to her, the scent foreign but not unpleasant as the steam gently swirled into the night's cool touch. She clasped his hand which held the food gently and took her own bite, her soft approving groans enticing the king into taking his own hesitant morsel. A smoky, juicy taste coated his tongue, the wave of pleasurable taste did make him give an almost inaudible growl and he aggressively ate the rest, his queen was beautifully happy with his accepting nature.

"What is this?" He asked, his tongue passing over his fangs as his lover smiled wide at his approval. The soft mutterings of the crowd were all in a language he couldn't understand and the unfamiliar land made his apprehension grow, but her presence settled his aggression if only a fraction, and so he trained his attention on her to quell his anxiety.

"It's called..ah well..what would it be in dragon tongue?" Her brows furrowed as the king took the next portion of food and began to eat, a new taste of fresh tange hit his taste buds. She gave a small laugh before a humorous glint flashed in her gaze.

"The King's Boar." Katsuki's chest puffed slightly before he gripped her waist and offered her some of the food with his signature devilish smile. One member of the crowd bumped into the queen, making her flinch back and stumble, effectively ruining their playful moment. The king immediately turned angered and his red glare followed the random passer by, but her small tug stopped him and he stilled.

"Come on. I'll find us a seat somewhere quiet."

As the crowds began to disperse with full bellies, a roaring fire was fueled and rose high into the sky, many gathered close to the flames for warmth but the two dragon kin hadn't the need. The two sat close on a portion of plush festival blankets and chatted calmly about the traditions of the festival, the female royal had basically fed the king until he could not eat anymore and with his voracious appetite it was a wonder how the festival didn't run out of food. Her excited rambles on the multiple other types of food and traditions was silenced when her name was called from somewhere in the crowd. She stood and shook her head as did the violet haired male who approached her, a strange greeting Katsuki surmised. Katsuki stiffened at the sudden appearance of another male, his dragon kin blood made him extremely territorial so he couldn't help the growl that passed over his fangs. That same unfamiliar language made their conversation unknown and his anger grew twice as much, his wife and this strange new comer approached his sitting position, the king spread his legs and looked down his nose. A symbolic way to show dominance in the dragon kingdom, his wife reframed from trailing her eyes over him as she spoke. His name was said and the redhead gestured to him, his glare doubled as the violet haired man looked at him with curiosity, his gaze matching his hair's coloration.

"My love, this is Shinsou, he's a friend of mine from when I stayed here. He and I grew up before I left and found you." The powerful and intimidating king rose up and made himself look bigger, his arms and chest flexing and assertive grumbles left his jaws. His mate rubbed his arm and he stilled and stopped his dominantly assertive growls. Shinsou says something in that unknown language and then looks to the dragon kin.

"Nice to meet you bitch." Katsuki's eyes became hot flames and his fangs bared, his roars echoed, but he stopped once his queen placed a palm to his chest.

"He meant to say sir! He meant to say sir! He doesn't know dragon tongue that well." Katsuki pulled back, his hand tightly grabbing the woman's hand. The king glared but puffed dismissively, his gaze not losing its intensity and anger as the violet haired Shinsou looked down apologetically. With a roll of his eyes and an outstretch of his hand, the king waited. When nothing happened, the king glared again, but (y/n) calmly explained.

"He doesn't know our costumes dear, just as you don't know his." She turns to Shinsou and says something and his violet eyes look to the king then to his open plam, the other male balls a fist and puts it in his hand. Katsuki growls, claws threatening to slice Shinsou's knuckles. The women stepped in the middle and spoke softly to Shinsou then looked at the male ruler.

"I'm showing him what to do, he only wants to make a good impression.." She brushed her finger tips over his and slid her hand up to his forearm, automatically the king gripped her forearm and so did she to his, then he gripped the back of her neck and pressed their foreheads together, a soft rumble came from the two of them as a affirmative way to show their support.

She looks expectantly at Shinsou and says something that makes him give a nervous laugh, he steps forward. Katsuki opens his palm and Shinsou sloppily mimics the movements to show apology in the ways of the dragon, Katsuki accepts but steps faraway from the male.

"Sorry." The dragon tongue left Shinsou's mouth and Katsuki simply nodded. (Y/N) breathed a small sigh of relief before speaking to Shinsou again and they began speaking excessively about something.

"Wife, what is he saying." The way Katsuki growled "wife" in such a deep possessive way made an icy shiver sprint up the queen's spine and she looked back with hazy eyes that glinted with a new lust. Such an immediate shift in her body language made the king smirk with pride for having caused it.

"He's asking about how we met, what has life been like away from the village, where did I go before meeting you." Katsuki growled and looked away, arms crossed and gaze agitated. (Y/n) sighed and spoke to Shinsou again.

"Me hope you like festival." The broken dragon tongue made Katsuki look at a nervous Shinsou. His attempt of speaking was admirable, and once the king saw the pleading look in his queen's eyes he rolled his and held up his wrist. Shinsou smacked his wrist to the king's, a quintessential tradition between two equals in the dragon world, this such knowledge Shinsou held surprised the ruler of the kingdom of fire and scales.

"Looks like you're not completely stupid." The queen growled in warning and the king rolled his eyes again, but smacked his wrist to Shinsou's again, the ancient way of showing greeting seemed to bridge the two foreigners. Shinsou spoke to (y/n) and she turned red, pushing the violet haired guy away and frantically muttered something to him.

"What?" It was more of a threat than a question caused by the king and he came to her side instantaneously.

"He asked me if I was going to dance and I said no." A confused pinch of the king's brows brought a smile to the woman's face and she gently wrapped her hands around Katsuki's arm, he withheld the notion to flex.

"During the festival, people dance around the fire and if someone joins your dance then they are interested in you, if they match your rhythm and you like them then they can court you. It's all very traditional, something I lost interest in." She waved her hand dismissively. Katsuki growled and looked threatening at Shinsou who didn't understand the sudden threatening aura surrounding the king.

"Of course I'm already yours so I wouldn't need anyone else, but Shinsou just isn't familiar with dragon customs."

"Then teach him." The king spat through clenched teeth, the anger was not directed at the queen but more rather the violet man. The queen huffed, sudden displeasure hit her nerves and she untangled herself from Katsuki, much to his displeasure. She stepped away and muttered something to Shinsou in their common tongue. Her gaze went back to Katsuki and as she spoke it became angered.

"Then I will. We will be back later once the festival dies down." Katsuki lunged to grab her wrist, his eyes raged but behind those flames was a powerful worry. Not knowing what to say, Katsuki opted to press his forehead to her’s a way of silently communicating his worry and fear over her safety and she sighed.

"I know all this is overwhelming for you, and on top of not knowing what anyone is saying, I suddenly want to go off bu-" Katsuki could see her losing that happy glow around her, as her eyes dulled at his actions towards the festival. The king of all dragons, ruler of all scaled kind, understood that his own ego and discomfort did not trump her enjoyment, and so he cut off her apologies.

"But that doesn't mean I should make this worse for you. I promised to go with you and enjoy myself, that's what I'm going to do. Go have fun and save a dance for me, ok?" Her smile made the stars jealous as it shone so bright. A loving kiss was pressed into Katsuki's lips as she hooked her arm over his neck and pulled him down. She pulled away, her warmth leaving to, and waved back as she stepped into the crowd with Shinsou.

To say the sight of Katsuki the dragon king was not captivating would be an understatement. His broad shoulders, muscles and toned body, and cherry glowing eyes was transfixing. He sat on a high backed seat in the auditorium surrounding the "Great Blaze" or the fire lit to commence the festival, the name he learned from close observation of the other people. He found it funny how mortals worshipped fire as a god, since his own kind were the creators of such, but no matter. The song filling the air was not unpleasant and the food (y/n) filled his stomach was taking the edge off his temper, her scent was cemented in the clock he wore so when he needed her comfort he buried his nose into the fur around the collar. Katsuki was actually finding himself enjoying the evening, and in his heart he knew (y/n) was having fun as a smile graced his face.

Then a touch to his bare shoulder and the pungent reek of sour perfume flooded his nose, his happy warmth was replaced with sudden cold hostility.

"So this is the great King Bakugou. You surely surpass the legends, they do you no justice." A sweet but conniving tone of a woman pierced his ear, the dragon tongue surprising to him. He glared at the face of a black haired and brown eyed woman who's cleavage was practically popping from the thin lace lining of her dress as she leaned over the king.

"And how would you know my language?" The sentence is barely understood through his growls and snarls, but the women flashed a smile so twisted it made the king's stomach curl. She climbs onto his lap, legs straddling him and hips automatically rolling into his. He did nothing but glare, her attempts at riling him up failing miserably as her intimate movements did nothing to the king.

"Let's just day I've been in close contact with some of the rogue dragons you've been trying to deal with." She bites his neck and quickly sucks, surprising the king. The angered ruler pushed her off him, her ass hitting the ground hard and he straightened up to look down on her menacingly, but her eyes seemed to hold lust rather than fear as her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

"Your majesty. Please allow me to properly service you." She crawled between his knees, her head pressed onto one knee and her hands slowly moving from his ankles to his thighs. He gripped her chin, hoisted her up to be face to face with him and snarled, her eyes glowing with desire.

"Listen here whore, there is only one woman throughout the span of time that gets me and you're sure as hell not even a fraction like her. Now get the fuck away from me." He threw her away again and this time her clouded eyes turned from lust to anger and she spit on the ground near his feet and stormed off. The king wiped her saliva from his neck and felt the growing purple bruise forming, dread and fear mixing in his chest at the realization that his wife would soon see what the whore had done. He went off to find her, his nerves shot and a feeling of impurity and betrayal corroded his cool demeanor.

The prancing royal woman was practically bouncing as she and her childhood companion caught up on their current lives.

"So once I completed the final ritual I was turned into dragon kin, Katsuki and I wed and we became rulers." Shinsou nodded while downing his bubbling drink, the two were lounging next to a beverage stand. The violet eyed man marveled at his old friend who he noted had grown so much from those days of using twigs as swords and exploring the lakes and streams outside the village.

"You really have changed (y/n)." Shinsou laughed but (y/n) grew confused and furrowed her brows, her orange beverage sweet and spicy on her tongue, the spice burning her throat.

"What do you mean?" The two met eyes and he paused, his answer being woven and tossed around in his mind.

"You're just..different from the last time I saw you. I just never imagined you'd become what you are now." That statement made the queen's grip tighten, her back stiffened and her eyes became sharp.

"Well ten years can surely change people Shinsou. I never envisioned you to be a wandering researcher that hasn't gotten out of town yet." She didn't mean for her words to be so cruel, but the hurt in his eyes made her guilt twist her gut painfully.

"Shinsou Im-"

"Well if it isn't the town's flower. It's been a long time(y/n)." A sultry voice cut into the conversation as a man approached with piercing blue eyes and brown hair, his sharp jaw held a sadistic smirk. Shinsou, distraught and downplayed, excused himself, much to (y/n)’s displeasure. The man before her towered over her height, his large palms cupped his hips.

"It's been a while Marcus. How've you been?" Marcus nodded, his gaze following Shinsou before looking back to the women. His demeanor became cocky, and pompous as he swayed over to be closer to her, her personal bubble dangerously close to being popped.

"Nothing much, traveled a bit, but nothing like you. If the town gossip is reliable then it's true that you became dragon kin? That you married their ruler? Get real." (Y/n) almost snarled but recomposed herself beforehand. With a clench of her jaw and shift of her gaze, she begrudgingly answered.

"It's not like you've been in close contact for the past ten years. You wouldn't know a thing that happened to me, I'm not that naive idiot anymore." The blue gaze traveled across her body as the man circled her, like a predator to prey.

"That's right. You're not that child anymore, you're a woman and a beautiful one at that." Marcus growled and stepped closer, (y/n) stepped back, Marcus's whisper made bile rise in her throat. She moved away, he followed. This continued until the buff male cornered the queen against the backboards of one of the food stalls, his arm resting above her head as her back pressed tightly against the wooden boards.

"You're so cute when you tense up." (Y/n) held back her body's shaking and tried to push Marcus away, he only grabbed her wrist and pulled it above her head, pinning it in his grip. Marcus's gaze grew hungry as he pressed his nose to her's, drawing in her scent and licking his lips.

"God you're so addicting, like a delicious delicacy I want to feast on." (Y/n) tried to swiftly kick Marcus between his legs, but his hand dug bruises into her thigh as he pulled it up to forcibly, painfully wrapping it around his hip. His growing erection pressed disgustingly against (y/n)’s inner thigh. She pleaded for Katsuki to sense her fear, but not even a scream came from her throat. Marcus dipped a hand to grasp her butt, the mighty queen felt as tiny as a flea in this moment, her pride and power being beheaded as Marcus continued to move his hands. The final straw was when he bit hard onto the junction of her neck and shoulder, in the exact spot her bonding mark to Katsuki scarred her skin. She screamed his name for help, but Marcus stuffed three fingers in her mouth, silencing her and making her gag.

"Shut the hell up, or I'll make you mute." A single tear rolled down her pale cheek and he laughed, he had the audacity to lick it away.

"I did so love to hear you scream though, it gets me so excited." Suddenly a mighty crash cracked the wooden boards above (y/n)’s head, a figure, broad soldered and blade drawn hurtling through the flying splinters and mental latches towards Marcus. His eyes were a lit with the fires of hell themselves

"Then you'll fucking love me!" Katsuki screamed a bone chilling sound, as his chest heaved and his jaws drooled with anger. He stood posed to kill in front of his wife who trembled with relief at the sight of her love. Katsuki's eyes were pin pricks of a boiling blood color that had the power to split Marcus in two, the brunette staggered to stand before Katsuki crushed his ribs with one kick to his chest. The king straddled the man, his face inches from Marcus's and his clawed hand painfully pushed the brunette's head into the soil.

"Don't you ever touch my queen again!" The dragon king plunged his blade into the brunette's hands, blood pooling and splattering over the brown soil, Marcus's scream was muffled by the earth.

"And don't you fucking think about putting you're fucking ugly mouth on her either." The blade, serrated and made of olden dragon teeth, was placed inside Marcus's mouth, sliced the portion of the bloodied man's cheek that connected to his mouth, and Marcus screamed again. The blond, pumped up on anger and adrenaline, licks the bloodied blade and spits the mixture of spit and blood onto Marcus who is writhing while clutching his face and hands.

Turning back, Katsuki sees (y/n), huddled and holding tears back on the ground. He rushes to her side, wrapping his cloak around her and holding her head close to his chest, softly whispering soothing words. Her breathing evened out as he wiped her tears away and put loving kisses on her face. With a mighty battle cry, the queen lunches at the wounded Marcus and struck his jaw with a teeth breaking kick, his tooth flying through the air and landing in a muddy puddle. Katsuki quickly scooped her up in his arms, covering her face from prying eyes with his cloak and steadily walking out of the shadows where a small group had gathered upon hearing the scouting and seeing the now collapsed stall Katsuki broke through.

"That mess of a man assaulted my love. Deal with him, and we'll be heading home."

As his boot steps made imprints in the grass, the crowd parted like a tiger moving through weeds, their eyes never leaving the dragon king until the lantern's light was at the king's back. Rapid feet beating against the hills made Katsuki tighten his arms around his lover and whip his head around to glare, but it was only Shinsou running to the two dragon kin.

"(Y/n)...is she...good?" He panted out that broken dragon language while clutching his knees, his chest rising as the cool wilderness seemed to welcome the two dragon kin more and more.

"She's fine." Katsuki growled, but (y/n)’s hair peeled out from the cloak to see Shinsou, the wind licking her tear smeared face, and the trees swayed gently. Her soft voice sounded tired but her words, unknown to Katsuki, seemed to reassure Shinsou. They exchanged a few sentences before the violet man approached, slowly for Katsuki was in a state of protection over his love but (y/n)’s hand pressed into his chest and he allowed Shinsou to approach. The two, (y/n) and Shinsou, locked fingers and muttered something low before the violet man backed away.

"Let's go home Katsu. All I want is to just curl up in our bed with you and sleep." Katsuki rubbed his cheek against her head, the sweet decent soothing his more ferocious side as he sighed.

"I'm so sorry my love, you were so excited about the festival and I-" His entire being froze when he felt her hands press into the bruise the women left on him from not that long ago. Her body became rigid and she looked up at him with her own terrifying gaze.

"Katsuki, what is this?" He put her down gently, the clock she wore fluttering in the night breeze and he silently cursed the women for smudging her noxious perfume over him.

"Some whore unwantedly tried to seduce me. This is her attempt at a hicky, but the painful shove she revived taught her to fuck off." (Y/n)’s previous sad demeanor shattered, a red rage clouded her eyes and Katsuki saw the way her hands balled into fists.

“She what? This whole fucking night has been a disaster! Dammit, Katsuki I’m so sorry. Let’s-let’s just go home.” As quickly as it left, (y/n)’s rage returned and she ran her hands through her hair to try and soothe her temperament. Katsuki sighed, the dancing lights above the two glowed welcome ugly and seemed to share an idea with the great blond ruler. He scooped her hand into his larger calloused one, her gaze moving to him in confusion but he simply smiled and wrapped an arm around her waist.

“You promised me a dance, (y/n).” He stated it as a fact and a sniffle escaped the queen as she let him begin to sway. Their feet moved expertly in time with the other’s, their movements fluid as Katsuki spun his wife around the rolling hills of soft grasses and illuminated star light. She giggled when he dipped her and twirled when he gently took her hand. His hands smoothed over the small of her back as her’s cupped the sides of his jaw to give him a sweet prolonged kiss, their smiles broke the sweet gesture after a moment of revelry in their touches. They stayed that way, intertwined in both bodies and hearts as the festival's noises drifted out of their realm of focus. The world became quite once more as Katsuki and (y/n) forgot their sorrows in the greatest why they knew possible, each other and they danced along with the night while the stars above gave them light

#my work #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #fluff #this was a bitch to write cause my computer and phone kept crashing #i want to start oosting longer more detailed pieces cause i have a lot #fantasykatsukibakugou #dragonkingbakugou