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Chapter-2
The witch:
Celestia skips through the forest feeling the cold wind caresing her, the almost silence only broken by chirping and twigs snapping beneath her feat. She was on her way to the mountains to fetch some ingredients for her nouvelle potion. She could almost see the sunset, casting warm orangish yellow light seaping through the trees.
She let out a contended sigh, “aahh, the pleasures of life”, smiling to herself.
Her happy ballad was interupted by a pained cry that she was sure of some animal. She was infuriated, “those beasts of humans”,“fucking heartless”.
She had already saved nearly a dozen animals from being sold in the black market. But she had let the captors go with a few bruises and snarled warning.
She ran after the cries for help. Four humans were carrying the animal in a sack. They hadn’t seen her yet,not used to the forest.
Coming out of the shadows,she jinxed them, robbing them of any movements.“Now, now, now, you worthless mingers, seems you are taking something that doesn’t belong to, how typical! ”, a feral smile on her face.
Celestia went to inspect the animal. Ripping through those ropes, she came face to face with the curled body of a small dragon. She gasped in surprise. Dragons were very rare even within the magical realm and too powerful to capture. She didnt know what they had done to the majestic creature. It was shuddering and curled into itself. Its outer scales weren’t broken, they couldn’t have cut through it. She slowly turned the baby dragon over.
One look and she turned to those cruel bastards, with eyes that demanded their blood, their slow painful death. She made their body burn inside out, screams echoing in the forest. But she wasn’t satisfied, she wanted them to suffer. She started making their nerves and vessels twist within their body. She was going to make a thousand different cuts appear on their body, making them beg for death but never giving it. Their shouts of pain, cries for help were her revenge. They had put two daggers with a vial into the dragon’s eyes,the vial of poison getting infused into the dragon’s blood.
A small whimper escaped the dragon. She slit the humans’s throat without another thought. She needed to help the animal. Those humans were worthless, nothing,she couldn’t waste her time torturing them.
She ran with the dragon cradled in her arms back to her cottage. She laid it on a table and tried to remove the knives as quick as possible. The cries of the baby at that time is something that would always haunt her. She tried to heal the wound and was almost successful. But she noticed something strange. The blood was turning a purplish black. She didn’t know any counter potion. She didn’t have the time to try and find one. The animal was letting out pained breaths and would surely die.
Maybe she could draw power from nature, but nature only gave you the power never taught you how to weild it. She didn’t know what to do, how to cure it. She knew very less of poisons and even lesser about dragons. She needed to find someone who knew both.
Who knew about poisons?!she racked her brain. Definitely the group of covenless elves on the edge of the black market. But they wouldn’t help her. They had probably created the poison. Even if they had created it they wouldn’t know anything about dragons. So won’t be able to cure it. She desperately needed someone who knew about the creations of nature…
Wait, creations of nature..nature….nature….“Nature” she exclaimed. Thats who. Nature can surely give life to this animal. She will be able to save it. She looked at the animal and decided she was going to summon the Nature. Those small gasps for air and almost inaudible whimpers only steeled her nerves.
She started running about searching for the right ritual and the ingredients. She knew at the back of her head this was going to end up bad, atleast for her. You ask favors from the devil in return for sacrifices, you never summon the devil. And she was doing just that, one thing no magic weilder ever does, because once u have summoned Nature, there is no turning back.
Posting a pov character from asoiaf until winds of winter drops ✨ shitty doodle edition ✨:
Daenerys "Stormborn" Targaryen. (And baby dragons).
I finally did another one! Speaking of when things are finally done, hoping that in the new book she can start making some sort of comeback after that whole oopsie daisy bouquet at Mereen.
(Ps: In my mind painted vest equals the dothraki have a hobby besides pillaging, and they paint little drawings and patterns in their stuff).
(Another headcanon: Daenerys get's super sunburned easily on acount of the Targaryen being albino adjacent.
Because the irony of being the unburned, and looking red as a crab if the sun so much as grazes her is strong).
baby dragons that sleep in your fireplace and roll about in the soot and the ash trying to get comfortable on burning logs, screeching loudly whenever people walk by or when more logs need to be added to its roost and not stopping until content again
baby dragons with wings that are disproportionate to their bodies until older but nonetheless stubbornly trying to pick themselves up off the ground by running and aggressively flapping and managing to only get a few feet off the ground for a few seconds before crash landing
baby dragons that haven’t been exposed to priceless things such as gems and gold pieces and instead infatuate themselves with other unusual shiny things — like silverware, brass clocks, instruments, and pots and pans
baby dragons who get cold in the winter and crawl up into their caretaker’s clothing (almost always while said clothing is being worn) and curl up as tight as possible and begin to make sounds similar to content purring as they sleep
aight its time to clock out for a bit. im tired, this has me tired. im gonna draw some dragons getting their heads stuck in things. someone give me some ideas
Ace, Deuce, and Epel: *watching MC as they take care of the baby dragon*
MC: *using a soft brush to pet the dragon*
The baby dragon: Krrrrmmm...
MC: *chuckles*
Ace, Deuce, and Epel: ...
Epel: He's so comfortable with you.
Deuce: I'm surprised the teachers have allowed you to bring him to class.
Ace: Is it because he's from Briar Valley?
MC: Maybe.
The baby dragon: *goes to snuggle against them*
Ace: How long is he going to stay with you?
MC: I don't know. I'm still waiting an update from Crowley.
Crowley: Queen Maleficia will be providing you with a stipend.
MC: ...
MC: Huh?
Crowley: She is pleased with your service and eagerly anticipates how you will care for the baby dragon.
MC: ...
MC: Do I need to make weekly reports of the expenditures?
Crowley: Oh, no need to worry about that! You're welcome to use it as you see fit.
MC: Alright. It's reassuring to hear that I won't need to worry about budgeting the modest allowance you're providing us.
Crowley: Oh, um, I was actually planning to—
MC: *gives him a stern glare*
Crowley: ...
Crowley: Of course! I would continue to support you financially! That's how generous I am!
Sam: Good day, little imp! What can I get for you?
MC: Hello, Sam. Do you sell baby dragon food?
Sam: ...
Sam: Yes! We have them in stock!
MC: Great, and I'll buy some frozen snacks as well.
The baby dragon: Krrr! *flaps his little wings*
MC: But you're not eating all of them at once, or you'll have a tummy ache.
The baby dragon: *smiles* Krrr!
Sam: *chuckles* He listens to you well, little imp!
baby dragons that sleep in your fireplace and roll about in the soot and the ash trying to get comfortable on burning logs, screeching loudly whenever people walk by or when more logs need to be added to its roost and not stopping until content again
baby dragons with wings that are disproportionate to their bodies until older but nonetheless stubbornly trying to pick themselves up off the ground by running and aggressively flapping and managing to only get a few feet off the ground for a few seconds before crash landing
baby dragons that haven’t been exposed to priceless things such as gems and gold pieces and instead infatuate themselves with other unusual shiny things — like silverware, brass clocks, instruments, and pots and pans
baby dragons who get cold in the winter and crawl up into their caretaker’s clothing (almost always while said clothing is being worn) and curl up as tight as possible and begin to make sounds similar to content purring as they sleep
i like w,hen ......... theres a Big scaresy fantasies beast ok .... and then the big beast has a litter of babies,,,., and the babeis are veryvery small . ok
You see children, this is what happens to bad wyrmlings who misbehave
Getting enough sleep is very important for baby dragons.
the baby dragons as @dril tweets
Amber Dragon: people who like to say “Ba ba ba ba ” at me <<<< People who hand me their wallet
Jade Dragon: AS J. BOND HOLDS IN HIS POSSESSION THE FAMOUS “LISCSENSE TO KILL,” I MYSELF HAVE LICSENSE TO TOUCH AS MANY GRAPES AS I PLEASE W/O BUYING ANY
Obsidian Dragon: the first step to becoming a Millionaire is to acquire one hundred dollars
Pearl Dragon: it is really quite astonishing that I have yet to win The Lottery, given how good I am at selecting six numbers and saying them out loud
Ruby Dragon: RAT CHECK… unfollow me ,if youre a sleazy low down RAT!!!!!!!! i will knock your block off, I respect honor, Truth in words and action.
Top Row (L to R): Amber dragon (Sun), jade dragon (Wind), crystal dragon (All), obsidian dragon (Darkness).
Bottom Row (L to R): Pearl dragon (Moon), ruby dragon (Fire), unknown dragon 1 (Ice?), unknown dragon 2 (Flower?)
Don’t mind us~ Just some adorable baby dragons hangin’ around~
Sir Edward Burne-Jones, School For Dragon Babies, 1884, pencil on paper
Baby dragons that sleep curled around your baby's head, carefully angling their little noses away so they don't singe tiny human's delicate hair.
Baby dragons that ride inside the carriage with baby and hiss and blow little flames at any strangers that try to reach in to tickle baby.
Baby dragons that play knights with Jr. and let them stab the sword under their arm and dramatically feint die while they 'huzzah' and rescue the trapped prince/princess.
Baby dragons that steal and hide your d20s so they can always know when you're starting a quest and play around the board/map with your party.
Baby dragons blowing smoke rings and flying through them to earn a treat.
Baby dragons starting the campfire/bbq when they see you struggling with a match.
baby dragons that sleep in your fireplace and roll about in the soot and the ash trying to get comfortable on burning logs, screeching loudly whenever people walk by or when more logs need to be added to its roost and not stopping until content again
baby dragons with wings that are disproportionate to their bodies until older but nonetheless stubbornly trying to pick themselves up off the ground by running and aggressively flapping and managing to only get a few feet off the ground for a few seconds before crash landing
baby dragons that haven’t been exposed to priceless things such as gems and gold pieces and instead infatuate themselves with other unusual shiny things — like silverware, brass clocks, instruments, and pots and pans
baby dragons who get cold in the winter and crawl up into their caretaker’s clothing (almost always while said clothing is being worn) and curl up as tight as possible and begin to make sounds similar to content purring as they sleep