Den and Everyday Art

On the horizon In’nali Island started to loom, the mountains that adorned the southern side of the island piercing the sky as the small boat sped towards it. While simple and quite small, the boat master had ocean and wind dragons which he used to speed the small vessel, beside it another dragon soared, easily keeping up with it, her m smaller and just as energetic companion diving to and fro. â€...

Birdy couldn’t cook for shit. He had four dragons and all four of them preferred home cooked meals rather than yucky raw food. Birdy was pretty sure that his dragons' old dead ancestors would be absolutely ashamed that these dragons would not eat as their ancestors did. Basking in the glory and feeling of hunting down your prey and eating it while it squirmed and squealed in their grasp. Birdy shuddered at the thought, that was kinda gross to think about. Natu...

Ashiwa doesn’t have a permanent home to call hers, per se, but her preferred location where she chooses to stay with her dragons is within a cave-like opening, carved by herself and with the help of one of her Earth crosses. The den is situated within a canyon wall, not far down from the topmost edge of the canyon, and overlooking a small river below. The canyon and surrounding environment is a cross between arid plains and desert, with the bottom of the canyo...

The light in the testing room was dimmer now than it had been when Zeta had last entered, the blue glow flickering as the chimera looked at what lay before her. An egg.... and while she'd never seen one she knew what it was, a shell that encased another living creature.... and this shell seemed to tug at her,  urging her forward. She cocked her head, hair falling over face to hide it as she looked at it, tail sweeping in her agitation and brushing against the counters. She tugged at her clot...