"Some Secrets Are Locked Away For A Reason..."

"Some secrets are locked away for a reason..."

Arkadi could not have known what lay in wait beneath the ashen shell of the relic's exterior. His gaze had always strained upwards, past the heavens and deep into the realm of the stars themselves, hungry and anxious, desperate to reclaim the long lost glory of his now humble clan...Such a fiercely covetous prince, plagued by an obsessive sense of pride. How neglectful he's been. How utterly selfish...How tragically blind.

Arkadi has made this mistake before. How catastrophic must the consequence be for him to finally learn?

Are you okay with other people using your egg eating lore? Canonically my clan is full of monsters and other beasts and I thought it'd be fun if there was an egg eater in the clan, perhaps directly inspired by hearing tales of Matthias.

Also, thank god you just reminded me I have a Flight Rising account and I haven't checked it in months because of outside life and college so thanks~!

LET THEM FEEED

Also good luck with your college courses! I know how stressful they can be.

Short response to @polarized-bell-goat 's egg eater Oc story

"... barbarians...Didn't even use a bowl..."

@polarized-bell-goat (I loved this, especially Skink! That fae is terrifying)

NOTE: THE FOLLOWING LORE CONTAINS MENTIONS OF EATING EGGS. Beyond that, there isn't much graphic-ness contained within it. For the sake of everyone, I will be including the small story that goes with this in a read-more, and I will not be main tagging it. Take care of yourselves!

The specific Egg-Eating lore I'm using here belongs to @hypergryph! If you're in to this sort of semi-horror stuff, go look at their stuff!

Myfi had been traveling for weeks.

He knew why he was somehow still alive, despite the hunger gnawing at his stomach.

Months ago now, he had sought out a rare delicacy that he had only heard of one group of dragons indulging in-dragon eggs.

The aforementioned group was gone at this point, most likely either locked in a prison, or dead somewhere, but hey, Myfi was curious. Curious as to why they'd do that. Why they'd eat another dragon's eggs.

But once he'd managed to crack open that Arcane egg and partake in the wonders beneath that shell, he understood.

Since then, he'd been running through the lands, stealing whatever eggs he could, constantly partaking in that forbidden ambrosia-and not once had he been caught.

Not once until now, his head pinned to the floor by a Fae far too large to be normal.

With a creak like his bones weren't in right, the Fae turned over the ice egg he'd taken from Myfi's grasp.

"My my, friend," the Fae spoke in a way that matched how he moved, "now what were you just about to do?" Spiraled eyes flickered to a nearby sharp rock, and Myfi swallowed hard.

"Hungry," Myfi croaked out, deciding to take the route of pretending he was desperate for food. Somewhere else, his Dreadwolf was being kept at bay by the Fae's Pronghorn. The Fae's smile creaked open wide, needle-like teeth poking out of drawn back gums. At that moment, Myfi realized this very much was not a normal Fae, if his size was any indication.

"Well I suppose we should introduce ourselves, hm?" the Fae fluttered his crest and chuckled, the birdskulls around his neck clacking together, "my name is Skink," he paused for a moment to step back off Myfi's head, "and yours is....?"

"Myfi," Myfi shook himself off, deciding to play through the lie, "I...I've been lost for ages, and I was so hungry that one time I...I ate a dragon egg," no one else was around, and it was clear if this...'Skink' wanted to kill him, he'd already be dead, "But now...gods, if I don't have them, my body gets these....awful aches, and I...I have to. I have to eat them or-"

"Hm, addiction is a nasty thing," Skink seemed to glare through the shell of the egg he was holding, "but I suppose magical ones can't be fixed, can they?"

Myfi caught the egg as it was tossed back to him, and he stared at it, then at Skink, who waved his talons.

"That one tries to kill me when he's older, have at it, consider it a gift."

The Fae turned away, and Myfi immediately turned to whack the egg against the rock with a CRACK, slurping up the minty fluid inside. Clearly his false story had been taken face-value, and he wanted to laugh to himself, not even thinking of what Skink had said when he had given Myfi the egg back.

"When you're done with that, feel free to follow me home," Skink offered, "My clan is very fond of misfits. Oh! And one more thing, Myfi,"

Myfi looked up from his meal, allowing his Dreadwolf to take her fill, seeing Skink staring over his shoulder at Myfi.

The Fae's face had dropped, bright red eyes staring right towards him.

"Don't ever lie to me again."

Hello there. As a lover of dragons myself, I think all of your artwork of dragons are amazing. Keep up the good work. 👍👍

Thank you so much! I don't think I have the capacity to stop drawing dragons...as a concept they deserve all the love in the world, from now 'till the end of time.