Introducing the Sinistrous Woodreaper - Customize bases
And here it is, the dreadfalls season along with one of the most request dragons to spice thing up; the woodreaper. I wanna throw the suprise out here first because there's a lot to talk about the stories of why it took so long. First of the woodreapers end up being such a pain to draw. their body is very complex and I had left it quite vague on the original picture with shadow and everything for the mystery effect but as the customizable rendition, everything has to be clear so I have to go through the design part again. Second I feel like with both numerous request(or it could just as well be the same personXD) and the "shapeshift" ability of the dragon, it wouldn't have done it much justice if I just go with one form and end it at that. So I kinda want to make something a little more special. Third I was waiting for dreadfalls. well not really. but this is the nice season for these dragons to come out isn't it? I am planing to release another horror themes dragons around this time soon too(BUT NO PROMISE) so what's the best way to start of but with the woodreapers. Hope you like it, hope it worth the wait for some of you guys!
Sinistrous Woodreaper
Class: Mystery
Attack: 4
Speed: 4
Armor: 4
Firepower: 0
Shot Limit: ?
Venom: 16
Jaw Strength:4
Stealth: 25
Can be described as the much more sinister version of Timberjack and Changewing, Woodreapers are indeed, the grim reapers of the wood and are one of the reason why you should never get lost alone in there! Once you hear the 'song' of the woodreapers, it means they are upon you
Woodreapers have weak bodies like the armorless Boneknapper, however, instead of seeking armors, the woodreaper tends to use the different methods; their minds. It is said that the woodreapers are so smart that it can come up with many different ways of hunting, ones such as using phycological way to scared the preys until they fell into despair or weaken, or luring them by mimic things from other dragons to humans, or breath out the poisonious air that make the preys fell sleepier.They avoid the direct encounter and only attack headon when really desperated. They can be found both alone and in packs. They are also known for the sounds it makes,like the howling wind through the tiny holes, which scared vikings to this day.
Personality: Sinister, Cruel, Ravenous, patient and calculative, never trust these dragons
Fire Type: Sleeping gas
Hidden Abilities: Not only that Woodreapers' bodies made them easily blend into the woods, they are also very flexible. Woodreapers are the master of mimic, The true shapeshifter of the dragons, both with body and sound. They have the thin layer of skin that can flap as thin that their bodies can be seen like a thin long snake or can expand as wild that make their bodies look bigger than they actually are, They can flatten the wing or make it so that it looks like they're walking on the wings or have different shapes of tailfins which allow the dragons to mimic the silihoute of other dragons or even humasn in order to either scare the enemies off or trick the preys. As for sound, They can make different kind of noise, to the point that some believe it can mimic part of speeches. Their inner mouth can also illuminate in the dark, luring the preys off course.
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If you know where you're looking you will find that it's fairy easy to run into them so much that they will be available for 15 spots this time but don't let that number fool you, Woodreapers are almost impossible to tame and a stealthy predetors, I will be more serious on both the story and color choices. They are smart enough to outsmart human and preyed upon them. So the usual friendly kindness might not work. But don't let that discourage you, it doesn't have to be as complicate as long as it makes sense. It can be as simple as you growing the abandorn egg on your own or even better don't even have to tame the beast at al but just a simple scary encoutor to be told at dreadfalls campfire or the stories through the woodreapers perspectives.
Exclusively for these dragons! you can choose between three versions+, Baby, Adult(Semi-Expand) and Adult(Regular)
Then tell me the color
Main color: (Currently Brown)
secondary color: (Currently Beige)
Marking: (currently Orange)
-Again, unlike other dragon before (except for the Silentwing)I will be more serious about the color, It should be dark or at least natural. Not something along the line of neon pink. all the bright color will have the saturation reduce a bit or darken. if I don't think the color fit the species I will let you know first.
You can also choose if you want the Shadow mode or not: Yes/Flashing/No
(Only available for the Adult 1&2 version)
(Regular Vs Flashing)
Then tell me a little about your new companion
Name:
Gender:
history:
-Another reminder that I will be checking the story for this one, if I don't think it makes senese, I will have you change it
Rules:
1.First come first serve! the spot will be reserved base on who post first so you don't need to fill out your form yet for the spot to be reserved.
2.Only one dragon per user!
2.Please credit my dragon or link it back here, you don't have to keep it in your signature all the time but you can't put it on other sites or post it elsewhere, blogspot is the exception (please ask first too)
3.Don't reply to the second post since I will post the spots and tracking
4.Please respect the other and do not fight if you are too late for the spots
5.Please wait until I post the tracking comment to post
6.Check if the spot is still available before you post
7. I will only give you dragon once you filled out all the form, and that including their stories. It's the only payment I want back, to see what you do with my creation and that's enough for me :) It doesn't have to be the full version, you can fill out the shorter version first if you want to go all out with it
8. I will not be adding addictional markings such as scar, painting or well, markings, no matter how simple it is. This customize base can only customize the color only, sorry
9. If there's no respond for a long time after you reserve, I will contact you via PM to confirm your reservation again. If there's still no respond then I will give the reserved spot away to someone else or simply reopen the spot
10. If the name of the color can come in different shade I will pick what I see fit.
11.Read the rules
A little bit unusal for this one! also if you want to know more about the woodreapers and some of the creation process what it was inspired by come and check it out on the book of fan dragon thread! an take a peak at what's next while you're at it. Again if I make it in time the next following dragons should be soon and still be consistance with the theme. but no promise. so, until next one!
Can you please save me a spot! I'll probably have the form up after class tomorrow! I already have a story ready to go and everything
(I definitely wasn't stalking the forum waiting for this or anything...)
[EDIT]
Name: Tinderwing
Gender: Male
Version: Adult 2 (the collapsed one)
Main Color: Dark, ashy grey
Secondary color: Paler silver/grey
Marking: Cinder Red
Flashing to darker: yes :D
I think the version 1 base would fit my story better but I just liked the 2nd so much I had to pick it ;-; hard choice though! These are beautiful so thank you for making them!
History:
Behemoth was assigned one of his favorite jobs--collecting firewood. His trainer Channey was running around like a chicken without it’s head in his opinion, and acting rather strange. She had been collecting the large, orange plants that grew from the ground and cutting shapes in them. And spreading orange and black trappings all over their nest. She was even spreading color pastes all over the wood he so generously brought for their fires; and making odd, decorative structures of orange, red, and black out of them. A tremendous waste of good wood if you were to ask a timberjack. But he’d humor her and provide more wood for her anyways because he was a patient and doting dragon (and because wood collection was a fun excuse to wander the forests).
He had flown far in his curiosity and had now found a patch of dark forest on an island he didn’t recognize. Thinking this as good a place as any to collect logs and explore he descended in the the mist shrouded pine forest. The trees were dark here, and the mosses deep. And everything was very quiet, even peaceful, if not for the slightly eerie air. If he were a lesser dragon he might have let the unease get to him and left for a safer island, but as it were his instincts were only mildly on edge for who would even think to disturb a Timberjack as large and majestic as he?
He snooped for hours, sniffing each tree, stone, and patch of moss he came across. So distracted was he in his exploration of the new and silent forest that night quickly fell, leaving the dark forest even more chilling than in broad daylight. Once Behemoth became aware of the time and mounting unpleasantness of the area he decided he’d best chop down some trees and head home. If his trainer wasn’t still distracted in her odd projects she would begin to worry.
He had just selected a suitably dry tree to fell when a chilling noise reached him. It was like the wailing of a small, distraught human child. Thinking nothing of the fact that he found no signs of humans on the island in his earlier investigation he took off; ready to shelter and protect any creature in need. When he got closer to the crying the noise abruptly stopped. Confused and lost he continued on slowly trying to locate the child he was so sure he heard. While looking around he became aware of the fact that he was rather tired. He had been out all day, and there was lots of flying and excitement. He figured maybe he should take a nap? But no Channey was waiting and there was possibly a child in need nearby. He tried to shake off his remaining sleepiness and continue on despite the lethargy.
He only grew more tired and soon the silence of the forest was broken by an eerie shriek of wind through branches, or holes? And there was a slight rattling beginning to go up around him as if the trees themselves were agitated. Now Behemoth was beginning to feel the first censored of danger at the edges of his senses. Without hesitating he spewed a massive ball of bright sparks and cinders into the dry bed of pine needles, creating a weak fire that sent it’s bright red glow to illuminate the area around him. For the first time he was able to see the many pairs of large, luminous eyes around him. Many of the eyes shot off, retreating into the dark forest and he caught flashes of thin bodies and spidery wings and limbs in between tree trunks. One shape stayed however, letting out a long eerie hiss. It slid from the shadows and seemed to grow as it came closer. It was puffed up and hunched over, it’s wings just beginning to unfurl in a threat with a sickly glow issuing from it’s mouth. His antlers spread menacingly over his ash grey body, looking for all the world like a burnt tree come to life in anger. It let out a horrific shriek and for a moment Behemoth was petrified in terror and it slid closer. A mist seemed to swirl around it, reaching out to him.
When the first feeling of sleepiness began to claw at him again, he snapped out of his terror. With a mighty roar he spread his massive wings out with a loud clap, the razor edges slicing some small sickly trees near him. He continued to bellow moving forward to meet the challenger, still holding his wings out to display his size and strength. Sizzling hot sparks and cinders dripped from his maw. The offending beast seemed to hiss once more before it deflated before his eyes. Where once was a vengeful terror from the forest itself stood a small, almost sickly looking dragon, so thin and frail with it bony limbs and twiggy horn and comically large eyes. It blinked at him once before it coiled in on itself and slid away, looking to Behemoth like an emaciated timberjack in retreat.
Confused and still uncomfortable the massive Timberjack decided a hasty retreat may be in order. Though the dragons were smaller than him and fragile to look at the idea of trying to brave the night on their terms didn’t sit very well anymore. He flapped his massive wings and took off, eager to leave the memory of the island and it’s eerie inhabitants behind. He looked forward to sleeping off his lethargy in his warm nest at home. So eager was he to leave that he would never realize he forgot to actually gather wood.
The End~
Alright, I hope this is good enough and what you were looking for! I wanted to do something different and write from a dragon’s perspective this time. Just cuz I wouldn’t want to pit my viking against a woodreaper XD
Not everyday you gotta see the dragon being dreadfall censored'ed by the other dragon and you sure made the right decision not pitting you against those creepers XD
For some reason the part where Behemoth throw the fire all around and see briefly of the eye flashing every where surrounding him got to me more than the part tinderwing expand himself and censored. perhaps because I know the later is the bravado and the former---being surrounded by hungry Woodreapers would be so scary even for the big dragon like timberjack but good thing they aren't big for physical confrontation.
I really hope I done the dragon justice. It was kinda hard to capture the color you've describe in the story which I imagine it would look rather terrifying i just hope I will able to at least capture half of that.
Thank you for the patience wait. It's rather touching that there's someone who wait for my dragon for so long and I hope this worth the wait!
I don't think I ever properly thanked you for my handsome Woodreaper. So thank you! He turned out beautifully and was well worth the wait! I'm glad you enjoyed the story, it was a pleasure to write it! And thank you again for making this customizable dragon, you made me so happy with this request thread ^_^
That is the best dragon I have seen yet. (Not trying to offend your other dragons, I'm just in love)
May I please have a spot?
Also, I am going to post the basic plot of my story. Can you tell me if it's ok?
Pretty much, Star was exploring a mysterious Island, and was attacked by one of these dragons.
She fell asleep, (thank you dragon) and later woke up to her dragon's fighting to protect her.
Star tried to talk to the beast, but it wasn't listening. Or maybe it was...
She was explaining to it why she was here and who she was, thinking that it wasn't listening, but it was. It stopped fighting when she mentioned working to stop Drago and protect all dragons.
This dragon knew of Drago, and hated him. The dragon let her go, and even joined The Alliance, a chain of islands that will band together if needed to protect dragons. Made up of both Vikings and dragons.
The dragon said that it would help fight Drago, but only to keep himself safe, and only when they needed it.
Star left the island, after naming the dragon and naming the island The Whispering Isles, after the sound that the dragons make.
Would that story be okay?
Hmmmmm i guess this is alright since it is in the context of the story where your character can talk to the dragons, heck they might even be impressed for they as a species are this clse to be able to mimic human sound then one of the human go ahead and mimic them back. Within this story it's in character for the woodreaper to let you go and even appear as the ally for the time being, but if i am star, i wouldn't trust him after all this is over, high chances he will go back out of the deal. But hey. That's for other story.
Yep! And Star doesn't trust him, but that's what he said, so she'll give him the benefit of the doubt until he gives her a reason not to.
OH MY LORD THESE GUYS LOOK SWEEEET! (You know EXACTLY what i mean aaa)
Save a spot. Gonna start writing soon.
I tried to make something scary, gonna have to work harder on that... but this really works!
Save spot? This is SO COOL.
FORM:
Type- Adult (semi-expand), flashing
Main Color- I love your scheme, so I just wanna go a tiny bit darker. Hex color #3b2419. (dark brown)
Secondary Color- #614736 (medium dark brown)
Marking- #298896 (medium dark turquoise)
Name- Inscrutable
Gender- ???
History- I haven't trained it, let alone seen it clearly. But it's been following me...
I'll write more later tonight.
Main color: Default
Secondary color: Default
Marking: Default
Shadow mode(Yes/Flashing/No): Yes
Name: Hollow
Gender: Male
History: WIP
SAVE SPOT PLLLSS
Wow! These are like Dreadfall-y Timberjacks!
Oo yess spoopy scary dergon
Can ya save me a spot?
Is it ok if the history didn't involve them befriending anyone?
OF course!, it's actually encouraging you not to have them befriend anything. It would be more in character for them after all.
I'm assuming that this thread isn't closed? If possible, please save spot!
Edit: Here's the form!
Version: hmm, the adult that is flying/floating/wings spread (is that 1 or 2?)
Main color: black
Secondary color: white
Marking: silver
Shadow mode (Yes/Flasing/No): yes
Name: Midnight Sun
Gender: female
History: During Dreafall, Audra was exploring the forests of Berk with her night terror, Nightstorm. After hours of endlessly walking, the eighteen year-old dozed off and collapsed. A while later, she woke up, her companion no where in sight, and was face to face with a tree. A tree that wasn't there before. It's "mouth" opened, and a light shone from it. The beast unraveled itself, gnarled branches turning into slender limbs and thin wings. It crowed in pain, and looking down, Audra saw its leg caught in a dragon snare. It was looking for help. After (finally) gaining the trust of the animal, she brought it into the village so that Gobber could unlatch the trap. It stayed with her until it healed, then she let it go. It refused, grateful for the help, and stayed. Midnight's mischevious nature is not uncommon around Berk, especially during Dreadfall. The twins even considered putting her in Loki's Maze.
Yeah, that history sounds kind of cheesy, but I thought it'd be cute for the upcoming holiday. These dragons are amazing! Keep up the great work!
Sorry I will have to reply directly to your post to avoid confusion. Any further edit/addtion can be done under this post
The story is almost okay now. Reading through it, I see the possiblity of Woodreaper seeking help from human. They're really intelligent after all and know that there're dragon loving berkians that can lend it a hand. But what happen after, I can see two senarios that would fit their nature;
-Express graditude by not hurting you this one and go seperate way peacefully, what happen if you do encounter her in the forest in the future is unknown
-Getting spoiled and stay for her own benefit but being mischevious around berk might be too light of a word to use. She may enjoy being well fed but she's still wild dragon with natural instinct to actively hunt dragon and human alike. some people or dragon might have a bit of a close call if you're not being careful enough.
Your conclusion is more in line with the later, perhaps just a little word change or two. or you could go for another ending entirely
As for the edit comment thing, that's fine! For the history, yeah, I understand what you're saying. Is it alright if I use the first ending? And do I have to rewrite the whole thing? XD It's a selfish question, but I'm honestly just curious. I don't mind if I have to.
Actually . . . I'll do it anyway! The least I can do for you for correcting me is correcting myself ;D
Here's the history, version 2.0.
During Dreafall, Audra was exploring the forests of Berk with her night terror, Nightstorm. After hours of endlessly walking, the eighteen year-old dozed off and collapsed. A while later, she woke up, her companion no where in sight, and was face to face with a tree. A tree that wasn't there before. It's "mouth" opened, and a light shone from it. The beast unraveled itself, gnarled branches turning into slender limbs and thin wings. It crowed in pain, and looking down, Audra saw its leg caught in a dragon snare. It was looking for help. After (finally) gaining the trust of the animal, she brought it into the village so that Gobber could unlatch the trap. It stayed with her until it healed, then she let it go. It gave her its gratitude, and she knew that in return for helping it, it wouldn't hurt her. Audra never fully trusted it after that and was always curious what would happen the next time she encountered it.
Is this any better? I tried to make it as similar to your's as possible. Let me know (again) if it needs to be revised :)
The story have been approved, however I wasn't so sure what version you want it to be from the way you put it in the form. (I think they're both speading the wing)is it the one with the mouth open or not?
Actually, they both seem pretty cool! Aw, I wish there was one of each, but if I had to choose, it'd be the one with the mouth open. It looks like it's smiling XD
These are spoopy and I need one lol
Main color: Dark Brown
Secondary color: And almost sandy golden colour?
Marking: Like an amber or a gold - which ever you think is better
Shadow mode(Yes/Flashing/No): Yes please ^^
Name: Eeriss (E-er-is)
Gender: Female
History: Found as a hatchling by Kayla (my OC), she was wounded badly by a group of Vikings who sought the creature as a prize. At first, she was very hesitant with Kayla, but eventually became very close to her. She is sort of her 'Guardian Angle' dragon. Despite being tamed, she roams around forests alone often, but returns to Kayla every day. She is weary of others, and will often try to scare others away from Kayla - which tends to be a problem.
Your story have been approved but you forget to fill in the version you want it to be, is it baby, adult(expand) or adult(reguar)?
Sorry about the wait! I just notice the gap between your answer in my pm and me getting the dragon done's quite a while eh..sorry XD there's no excuse.
The color might looke a little off due to the shadow mode make them all darker but I still hope I wasn't far off from your intention. The story is alright, that would be the best way to go about how to tame the woodreaper! Raising them from the hatchling! Hope you like how she turned out!
I love her so much! Thank you ^^ she looks exactly as I expected; perfect <3
Adult #2
Primary Color: Default
Secondary Color: Default
Markings: Deep Forest Green
Shadow Mode: No
Name: Taiga
Gender: Female
History:
omg
Here's your Taiga. I hope want came out done her justice. Since you post the story in your own fanfiction thread format you can post her there to accompany the story as well if you want. I will just live this here then go over and gushing about the story on your post XD
She's perfect, Thank you so much! I posted her to the story thread ^^
Thank you thank you thank you!
Is the sleeping gas lethal? or is it possible to get it in a non-lethal dosage?
Edit: do the females have antlers as well? Or horns I guess?
Far from it actually. The gas is pretty mild, perhaps just a higher concentrate carbondyoxide to make you go light head, some people wouldn't even notice it that they have gotten sleepier. It's actually not always work most of the time. When it work it's usually when they have already been stalked for a long time and tired. If you do survived the encounter you will just woken up normally with onlt mild headache like you have overslept.
Yes the female do have horns as well. They looked identical.
Great, that will work perfect for what I have in mind. Thank you!
Okay so I went WAY over board. My story is hugely long and I don't want to put it in this thread and make it hard to navigate.
So I'll just post it in fanfiction and add a link below.
Really sorry for going so crazy, but hope you like it :)
Omgosh
I've been waiting for these guys!!!! Please save me a spot!
Welcome to my Siggy! 
Main color: hot pink
Secondary color: dark purple
Shadow mode(Yes/Flashing/No): no
Name: dark whisper
Gender: female
History: no histroy is know about her
Ummm not sure if you have read the first post, the color is exactly what say not to choose like that.
also the story, as much as i appreciated shrowding this dragon in mystery which would fit to them. It's sort of a requirement to have the story especially with the one i said i will be more serious in checking it. Perhaps if not the history then how about how this dragon doing in every day life? How she is around you presuming she's some how tamed.
You also missing the marking color and the version you want them to be.
I just have to say, this dragon is FABULOUS. Amazing work as always!!!
EDIT:
Version(baby,adult(Semi-expand),adult(regular)): Adult(Regular)
Main color: #9 6 1 9 1 9 ( i have spaces because of it appearing as a line if I post it together)
Secondary color: #565656
Marking: #216770
Shadow mode(Yes/Flashing/No): Flashing
Name: Arrow
Gender: Female
History:
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( Arrow's PoV )
I was resting in a high part of a pine tree, focusing my mind on where my pack had gone. They had left fot the south, and I was left behind, as usual, and I would catch up to them soon, if the winds were in my favor. I was still a young Woodreaper, a year or so out of adolecence to young adulthood, and we had to fend for ourselves now in the pack. Ruby and Augest were my siblings, Frost was my mother, and Redwind was my father, the leader of our pack. He controlled where our group went, and how the prey was divided among the clan's youngest and oldest. He was our leader, and the leader's word is law.
I slithered out of the tree I was in, being careful not to break any branches, and swiftly landed on the ground. Sniffing around, I picked up an...intresting smell, like molted stone and metal, sort of like a StoneHummer(Groncle in our terms)'s lava blast. I traced the smell back to a clearing, and saw a StingRunner(Speed Stinger in our terms), their leg caught in a toothy metal trap. The StingRunner was crying out, begging for the others of it's pack to come help, but I was the only dragon there. And so, I finished off it's life with a quick snap to the back of the neck, letting it lie on the smooth icy grass in a lifeless state.
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Some time passed, and I had grown older. Maybe by a few months, but I had grown older, traveling between islands and such. My pack still hasen't come back for me yet, and they probibly never will, by this point.
I was walking with both my front and rear legs, slithering along the forest floor. My mouth was iluminated a bit, so that I can see where I was going, and I was currently sniffing out my prey, a small doe. I approched a large clearing with daisys, and slowly removed the ilumanation from my mouth as I walked across the clearing.
Suddenly, a sudden sharp pain like a bite or stab erupted in my back leg, and as I turned around to snap at the thing that bit or stabbed me, I saw blood. More speficialy, on the leg where the pain was comming from, and I saw a toothy, metal trap imbeaded into the limb, like the StingRunner from those months ago. My yellow eyes widened, and I enstincevly yelped in fear. Blood was running out of my leg, and staining the daisys a deep red. For a couple hours, which felt like an etirnety, I tried to get the trap off of my leg, and each time I did so, more blood gushed out, staining more daisys red. After all the atempts I could do, I curlled around my bleeding leg, whimpering and wishing my pack was here...
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A couple days passed, and I was half-sarved to death. The trap was still imbeduded into my leg, but it wasen't bleeding anymore. I was gratefull about that for once. But the wimpering hasen't stopped, and I hope that someone, anyone could hear me.
A blurry sillouette was above me, flying through the deap blue cloudless sky. Suddenly it stopped, hovered in midair for a few seconds, and then driffted down to the edge of the clearing. I didn't really care what it was, I just kept wimpering in pain, and a smaller sillouette got off the bigger sillouette and slowly approched me.
'A...scavenger...?'
As it got close, It pulled off somthing around it's mouth and set it aside, and I watched the small scavenger investigate me from a distance. The bigger sillouette slowly approched me too, behind the scavenger, and I could see that the bigger sillouette was a SharpTail(Razorwhip in our terms), and it was sniffing my body for any injuries. Soon, they found where the trap was, and the scavenger quicky grabbed the edges of the trap and pryed it apart untill a small click was heard.
"censored Dragon Hunters...setting up traps like this to catch dragons for their own profit..." I heard the scavenger say in Dragonesse, which was a small suprise on my part, as I didn't know that some scavengers could speak Dragonesse. But I was too tired to care right now, and I layed my head on the ground before I blacked out from exaustion.
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Long story short, I woke up to me in a stable with multiple dragons around me and a bandaged leg. I followed the scavenger wherever they went while my leg was healing, and genually like the frendlyness of the scavengers and the dragons that took care of me. When my leg finally healed, I stuck around for a bit before moving to another one of the islands close to Berk, but I still kept my distance from the scavengers. I opened my heart to one, but none of the others after I left Berk, but I was curious about the scavenger that saved me, I believe her name was...Skylar?
I ended up having to lower the satuation a bit for the red, hope that's okay.
The story is believable, seeing that arrow's still quite young and on the death's door at that point. so take a liking into human that help her doesn't seem far fetch but the ending's still suit woodreaper nature pretty well and I like that :)
If it's okay, save a spot please? If not I understand! Still stumped on a story for the Cryaotic!
This flashy guy is BriskBeak the Blazing Firemaw. 
<--------------- Snuglug the Neckblaze is blazing through
<---------- This Goldhem variant was 
Version: Adult #1
Main Color: Dark red-brown, I guess like a redwood tree? Aiming at a tree trunk color, but still identifiable as a reddish color ... maybe #220707???
Secondary Color: #370b0b?? something a little lighter than the above??
Marking: greenish-grey
Name: SheepSnatcher
Gender: Male
History:
So I'm not terribly sure where this story bit begins or how it ends yet ...
Jackdaw Hagismalr sat on the log and at least partially listened, which was more than what half the group of young Hooligans was doing. A senior Dragon Rider student stood in front of them with a Terrible Terror clinging to his shoulder. A few of the children had their Dragon Explorer journals out, but most of the others were distracted. Jackdaw had forgotten his, but was at least listening.
"... because most dragons eat fish," the teen teacher lifted the lip of the Terror, displaying the pointy little teeth. He took his hand away, and the Terror grinned a toothy smile and snapped at the air for good measure. "Now what other kinds of things do we feed dragons?" he questioned, trying to get them involved.
A zealously studious blonde girl immediately waved her hand around in the air. “Chicken! Dragons like Nadders really lik chicken and it makes them go faster!”
”Yes that’s right,” the teen said, looking around for more answers. The blonde girl instantly raised her hand again eagerly. the teacher carefully looked at the other side of the group.
”Eggs,” a brown-haired boy said, half destracted.
”Yup, all kinds of eggs, like chicken eggs,” the teen teacher said. The blonde girl frowned and glared at the boy, fuming that he took her answer.
”Yak jerky,” another boy piped up.
”Yeah! And what else?”
Jackdaw spoke up, too. “Sheep! Some of them really like sheep.”
The teacher nodded.” They will eat mutton jerky, and roast, and if you are feeling generous, some fermented mutton merengue.”
”No,I mean yes, but they also like live sheep,” Jackdaw clarified. The blonde girl turned around and eyed him speculatively.
This time the teacher shook his head side to side. “Our dragons won’t eat live livestock. They are well trained not to. If anything, they tend to be protective of our animals.”
”But,” Jackdaw persisted, “Lycanwings like live sheep. One has been taking our sheep. It’s red. Probably Kessler cuz he’s taking his family’s sheep.” A few of the other kids looked up from their distractions at him. “Well, it’s true,” he mumbled.
”The Lycanwing isn’t real,” the blonde girl blurted out, eager to demonstrate her superior knowledge.
The teacher her gave her a quelling look and then addressed Jackdaw. “Sometimes we have a rogue or wild dragon grab up livestock. We’ll just have to catch it and train it. We aren’t sure what kind of dragon, but it’s not a Lycanwing.”
But ... it’s red like Kessler. My Uncle saw it ...,” he tried to tell them, but they weren’t listening. A few of the children snickered - they knew that one of his uncles, once removed or so, frequented the ale house.
"My Daddy says that Riggwelter has a head full of yak dung, so it probably isn't true!" the little blonde girl blurted out, not able to help herself correcting someone with her superior knowledge.
"He does not! He saw it himself the other night!" Jackdaw shot back.
"Enough!" The teacher raised his voice and his Terror screeched. "There IS a rogue dragon stealing sheep at night, and yes, it is red," he admitted. Jackdaw nodded to himself while the blonde girl frowned, with just a hint of worry crossing her brows. "But its not a Lycanwing. Its probably a Nightmare or a small Timberjack or something of the like. And we have Riders patrolling the island to find it."
The blonde girl's frown turned into a smug smile. Jackdaw ignored her expressions and thought about what his Uncle had told him.
"Its time to get some chores done anyway, so go home," the teacher dismissed, realizing that any attention he may have had from the children had vanished like a Changewing.
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"So, lad, what's botherin' ya?" Uncle Riggwelter sat on a wide log at dusk, his four-fingered hand holding a steinn of ale steady on a knobby knee. He had lost his ring finger on the left hand in a freak shearing accident.
Jackdaw squatted on the grass beside him quietly. Riggwelter wasn't really his Uncle, not exactly. He wasn't the brother to his mother or father, but rather one of those obliquely related individuals whose exact designation was too convoluted to think about. So he was just 'Uncle' to Jackdaw. "You really saw the Lycanwing, didn't you?" That so many people told him the family story wasn't real nagged at him all day. Surely it was though, since there were all kinds of dragons all around him.
Uncle Rigg leaned over closer to the boy as if confiding a secret to him. "Aye, I did. It was the other night. I was out checkin' that sheep ya know. The moon was full and 'ole Mani was winkin' his big glowin' eye at me. Then come a silent shadow slinkin' across tha' meadow, lookin like tha shape of a rock one minute and then a tree tha next. I rubbed me eyes good an thought the shadow was a great horned stag too, carrying a lantern. But then I thought to ma-self 'What woulda stag be carryin' a lantern fer?'" He paused for effect and leaned even closer. "It wasa dragon! A shifter it was. Walked right up to an ewe, and wouldntya know, he bleeted at 'er! Spoke her language he did. He talked softly like any shepherd would to calm a nervous creature. Then he breathed on her - it was his mouth that was aglow - this green mist shined in the light. Then the ewe sank to the ground like she was takin' a nap, and the dragon scooped 'er up like a babe and flew away."
"Yes, but why was it a Lycanwing?" Jackdaw insisted.
Uncle Rigg straightened back up. "Dontcha know yer family's story, lad? The Kessler boy had the reddest of hair. Red as a maple leaf in autumn. He disappeared in these woods here and came back as a great red dragon, as red as his hair was. And he and his family were sheep farmers, just like you and I. This dragon I seen wasa red as red as blood and knew howda handle a sheep. An besides, Kessler comes ta visit his family from time ta time, even though his ma and da are long in the ground.
This sounded quite reasonable to Jackdaw. Indeed he knew about the story of Kessler. "But why would Kessler need sheep? The Dragon Explorer teacher said dragons don't eat sheep. Is he making his own flock?"
"Awww, those dragon-ridin' youngins' don't know what they're talkin' about!" Riggwelter chided. "Kessler's a dragon now. He might remember a shepherd's ways, but he eats meat lad. Has a taste for mutton, he does. Dragons'll eat anythin - they've even eatin' a Viking or two back in the day. They'll even eat each other sometimes. The dragons around here-" he waved his hand about to encompass the dragons of Berk, "- are too civilized if ya ask me. They're as meek as lambs anymore."
Jackdaw thought about this. He kind of liked not being eaten by a dragon and petting it instead. And since Kessler - the Lycanwing - knew the ways of sheep and of Vikings (having been one himself), he ought to be reasonable to talk to. Maybe he would understand that if he came out of the woods everyone else would believe he was real and even give him other things to eat instead of sheep. Especially since his family's dwindling flock was impacting their livelihood. Also his Uncle had given reasons in favor of this dragon being a Lycanwing that seemed sound, whereas everyone else simply said “It’s not a Lycanwing and didn’t say why not. Moreover, Jackdaw hadn’t gotten a Nice feeling when that blonde girl had smirked at him.
After some more thinking, Jackdaw decided that everyone else would believe he and his Uncle if they saw the Lycanwing for themselves. And maybe he could save some sheep, too, if he just asked Kessler nicely not to eat the sheep.
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The next morning, at the behest of his mother who insisted he do ‘something’, Jackdaw took up a large basket - large for his child’s size - and left for the edge of the forest where walnuts grew. He made sure to wear his helmet, since the tall trees were dangerously dropping their large green fruit to the ground. He was to collect the fallen nuts, husk and all, then bring them back to the homestead to lay out in an obscure place for the rest of Autumn. After the husks turned soft and black, then the family would pull out the nut and crack it open to get at the meat inside.
After a a few trips back and forth, and at least one nut banging into his helmet. Jackdaw set the basket against the trunk of a tree and walked into the forest. This is what Kessler had done, right? So he must live somewhere in here. The forest interior was much darker and only a few rays of the weaken fall sun broke through the canopy. It was a bit chillier, too. Jackdaw kept walking and walking. He couldn’t see the sun to tell the time, but then again, he hadn’t quite got the hang of that skill just yet.
The trees seemed to get taller and wider as he went, showing the creases, crevices, and gnarled bobs of old age. There didn’t seem to be any breaks in the tree line either, until he finally encountered a small meadow. The light increased, yet still seemed shrouded in grey tones. Jackdaw slide behind a tree trunk at the edge of the clearing and paused. For some reason the little meadow seemed ... strange.
Jackdaw finally crept around the trunk, staring into the small clearing. At its center was the husk of an old enormous tree, perhaps an oak or elder. The ancient bark was blackened and full of shadowy crevices and crannies. Grey lichen spotted its base. It had been a tall and wide tree, but the elements had not been kind, and the trunk was snapped in two half way up, leaving jagged spears of grey wood twisting to the sky. It still had some branches though - spindly dark things that reached out nakedly into the air like a lop-sided crown of antlers.
The boy wasn't half as transfixed on the dead tree as he was at its ornamentation. Hanging from the leafless branches and on the ground around the base were many skins and skulls and bones. Several were that of sheep, almost perfectly skinned with their fluffy white wool still attached, laid out as if to dry. Some antlered stag skulls tangled in the branches, as did some tusked boar skulls, as if fighting off the tree. Jackdaw crept foward toward a discarded sheep hide nearby. The edges appeared to be muddied with dried blood. "Not very tidy is he?" Jack muttered to himself. Then, for a brief moment, the forest seemed to pause. Not a bird chirped nor did a leaf rustle. The hairs on the back of the boy's neck stood up on end and his heart seemed to tighten, though his young thinking mind did not yet understand what that might mean. Almost as a reflex, he crouched on the ground and covered himself with the sheepskin. The dead tree shivered. A tall thin slice of bark seemed to shimmer with shadow, then peel itself away from the trunk. The rogue wood slithered forward like a snake, then like a tottering miniature tree, then again like a branch with tattered cloth fluttering in a breeze. The shifting thing moved away from its haunt and paused in the small clearing. The fluttering rags rested and an antlered apex rose up. Two shiny white orbs rolled into sight. The pointed head swiveled languidly about, faintly whiffling the air.
Jack watched, facinated. "This must be Kessler. The stolen sheep are here," he whispered to himself. The dragon's head whipped around, crackling like snapping twigs. The wind suddenly whistled through the trees, yet no leaves were stirring. Jack stayed low in deference and shuffled forward. Surely Kessler remembered his humanity; he visited his family's ancestor's farm from time to time after all. The dragon rotated his head to the side quizzically, as the sheep that had been eaten shuffled forward. It had a pale pugged face and a scraggly black cap of fur under a small horned helmet. It smelled very faintly of old death, but of something else, too. Perhaps it wasn't quite dead, and a bit delusional as it fumbled toward him. "Baaaaa," the dragon scrunched up and expanded its throat, mimicing the sheep's tongue. "Baaaaaa", he said gently. He huffed our a few whorls of green-tinted smoke.
"Baaaaa?" the sheep replied as it got closer. Then it stopped and stood up on its hind legs. "Oh I'm not a sheep," the human-sheep chimera said. The wool swept backward, away from the body that looked very much like a little human. "I'm Jackdaw, your cousin, actually. Well, some number times removed," he shrugged. The dragon jerked back in alarm, whistling like a skreeching storm's wind. Jackdaw felt a shiver run down his spine. "It's okay," he placated. "I just wanted to find you. The others say you aren't real, but I knew you were." He smiled at the dragon.
The dragon sat still for a moment, puffing out his greenish smoke, as if chewing on an invisible cigar and contemplating the situation. Then he leaned forward slowly, milky eyes afixed intently on Jack's. And suddenly, Jackdaw became stiff and ridged with fear.
And yet, he thought he didn’t feel that scared, not scared enough to freeze in place. And the Lycanwing had stopped moving, apparently fearfully stiff as well. Only, as Jackdaw stared in his face, he got the distinct impression of anger in those vacant white eyes. And then Jackdaw toppled over, falling to the ground, unable to moved his arms to catch himself. Like a statue. He heard the light crunch of fallen leaves, and some creature swam into his view. It wasn’t another dragon. It had long black hair hanging down from a flat-faced head. It had large, glassy orange eyes, and a wicked grin with perfectly straight teeth, like struts on a grill. Suddenly Jackdaw actually started to feel scared and a little panicky, unable to move away. The creature lifted humanoid hands to its head and peeled back its face.
”Mutton-head.”
The creature was, in actuality, something a little more terrifying - his much older angry sister, Eistla. She glared at him, while putting her Deathsong amber goggles and respirator mask on her belt. She then moved away silently, crunching on the leaves. Jackdaw could hear another dragon snuffling and grumbling, probably Eistla's Flightmare. Eistla crunched back and stuck a very old human skull in his face. It was so grey it almost looked like dead bark, and one side of it was caved in. Moss grew on the cranium like a strange top-knot.
"Don't mess with wild dragons. See what happened to this fellow?" Eistla snapped. Did the Lycanwing eat a Viking? The skull looked pretty old, while the frozen dragon looked kind of young. But if it was young, it couldn't be Kessler ...
Eistla had crunched off again out of his line of sight, then reappeared again. This time she dangled her personal copy of the Book of Dragons in front of his face. Every Rider made their own, as part of training.
"You thought this was a Lycanwing, didn't you? Lycanwings aren't real. This is what that dragon is." She was usually grumpy and didn't talk a whole lot, let alone explain things well. Jackdaw focused on the page the book was opened to. He couldn't read very well quite yet, but he did make out an "S" and then it looked like "Wood" something. There was a crude drawing of a dragon with antlers, a pointy face, and lots of tattered wing flaps. Below that was more writing he couldn't quite decipher, except for the word "DANGEROUS" in big letters.
Jackdaw rotated his eyes as far as they would go to look at the dragon. He was puffing green smoke from between his frozen jaws and grumbling deep within his throat. He might be a people-killer. A sheep killer for sure. Was he about to eat me?? Eistla watched as her littlest brother's face suddenly turned red from realization, then blanched white. She sighed and lifted him off the ground, then carried him awkwardly to her Flightmare. She strapped her silent brother to the saddle, then directed her dragon to shoot the Sinistrous Woodreaper with more of his paralysing breath. She then pulled out dragon-proof chains and a muzzle and secured the rogue dragon as best she could. Eistla also took out a canister of her own Flightmare's breath and put it on her belt. "Take him home," she patted her dragon affectionately. "Get the others." She made a gesture to fly away, and the Flightmare sprang into the air and flew away from his Rider, and taking Jackdaw with him.
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Jackdaw had remembered to bring his journal to the Dragon Explorers meeting this time. The same teen teacher was standing at the front of the benches, starting a discussion about dragon wings. His brown Terrible Terror was there again, fanning out his orange-speckled wings. Before he started talking, Jackdaw raised his hand quietly. The teacher saw his small hand go up and guessed the boy wanted to say something about his ordeal, which the entire island had heard about by now.
"Dragons can eat live sheep. They can, can eat people, too", he admitted.
The blonde girl turned around on her bench and scrunched up their face, "Nuh-uh. Dragons don't eat people!" She swivelled back around and sat up straight, waiting for the teacher to agree with her and correct the silly black-haired boy.
"Yes, you are right, dragons can eat people. Though we of course don't feed our dragons people," he stated. Then he added, "Although I've heard some parents threaten to feed their bad little children to them sometimes." The teacher snickered to himself. None of the children laughed. He moved on. "And yes, dragons can eat sheep and lots of other creatures. But we don't feed it to our trained dragons. We want to live in peace with dragons and sheep together."
The little blonde girl was murmuring, mostly to herself. "Dragons eat people?" She eyed the Terrible Terror with slight aprihension.
"Jackdaw almost got eaten," the brown-haired boy said, appearing to not be paying attention, but actually was listening.
Jackdaw looked down at the ground, feeling his cheeks get warm. He had been so sure ...
"Jackdaw helped us catch a rogue dragon who was stealing livestock," the teacher interjected. "But the dragon has been caught and moved to Eerie Isle where there aren't any people or sheep to eat." The teacher smoothed down his Terror's wings and sat him up on his shoulder. "Hey Jacksaw, why don't you tell us about the dragon you found?"
Jackdaw blinked for a moment, then opened his journal. Eistla had read her Dragon Journal to him, then helped make an entry in his journal about the rogue dragon. Nevermind she had grumped about it. He glanced at his page and his scribbly drawing. "It was a Sistru ... Sinnet," he paused and took a deep breath. "A Sinistrous Woodreaper. It was antlers on its head like a deer. It is kind of skinny, but can make itself look really big or really small. And it has a breath that makes you go to sleep. I didn't fall asleep though," he added.
"Is it Mystery Class?" the brown haired boy asked.
"Uh-huh," Jackdaw nodded. "And it can make all kinds of strange noises. The one I saw talked like a sheep!" Some of the children "ooo'ed" and "ahhh'ed". Jacksaw looked back down at his journal and read on. "It has plus four attack, plus 16 venom, plus 25 ...."
THE END
All done!
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Now I will start brain-storming about the Howlian!
Sorry it took so long to response! I was waiting for a more relaxing day to sit down and read this in one go!
I feel sorta silly for the first comment now having read the entire context of it. It does made more sense this way. Jackdew is just an innocent child(still there's something ominous about a child-like innocent next to a sinistrious trickster of a dragon is it?) and the whole tie with lycanwing and family member is interesting. Flightmare dunk on Woodreaper is also oddly satisfying XD and I like the ending! Thank you for the wondderful story and interpretation of the woodreapers!
Sorry it took so long to response! I was waiting for a more relaxing day to sit down and read this in one go!
I feel sorta silly for the first comment now having read the entire context of it. It does made more sense this way. Jackdew is just an innocent child(still there's something ominous about a child-like innocent next to a sinistrious trickster of a dragon is it?) and the whole tie with lycanwing and family member is interesting. Flightmare dunk on Woodreaper is also oddly satisfying XD and I like the ending! Thank you for the wondderful story and interpretation of the woodreapers!
I reply this way in case you want to edit your form later. You forget to put whether if you want your dragon to be shadowed or flashing or not!
So sorry! Non-blinking please!
Oof, I think I maybe a little rusty on this bussiness as well, sorry for the wait
I'm not sure if this is the end yet but since there's no 'wip' or anything I'm content to give you the dragon as where it ends. Really love the sotry and the writing! It captures the creepy atmosphere of the woodreaper perfectly and i just love the way he reveled himself. Also, Jackdaw is (unintentionally?) delightfully creepy. I think if there're any type of character capable of training woodreaper it's the creepy fearless child who could outsmart this dragon with its own medicine! if there's more I'll certainly looking forward for it.
Also, sorry I just realized I wasn't sure if you want it shadowed or not so I left it as normal version.
Sorry, thank you so much! I wasn't intending for Jackdaw to be creepy, but that's pretty cool he turned out that way :D As for the story itself, it is just a scene that kept coming to mind, so I wrote that down to get something down for you. Technically it is WIP before and after! Though those portions are probably going to be a bit more mundane. Spoilers - no body dies ...
Oh my goodness, I would love one of these! I'll be back as soon as possible with a backstory and a complete form. Please save a spot! And, as always, excellent work on these!
Edit: Okay, I'm back, so sorry it took so long!
(I used hex codes for the color, let me know if I need to change it!)
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#0b1638
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#b1b2b5
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#361251
Shadow Mode: Yes please! Only do flashing if you have the time for it.
I would also like it to be Adult 2.
I tried to make the colors as accurate to what you have for the species as possible, while still making the dragon unique. If it needs changing, I will!
Name: The Umbra
Gender: Female
History: “The Umbra” is the story of a dragon so shadow-like and reclusive that it has made it’s way into songs and legends, and has begun to become a popular ghost story around the time of Dreadfall, usually told by the Berkian Viking tribe, the Jorgensons. As the legends say, the Umbra appears only when the days get shorter and nights grow longer, and people begin bringing out their Dreadfall decorations and prepare for the holiday. Then, the Umbra can be seen during a night of a half moon in its waning stage; and on that night, the Umbra will appear, and who knows what dangers might be in its wake…
However, one particular Jorgenson somehow got the nouse to go after the Umbra. One by the name of Stormy Jorgenson, a particularly reckless Viking, who loves the thrill of danger and adversity- and especially ghost stories. Her first meeting with the Umbra occurred when she was a younger Viking, rather new to the School. She gathered up her dragons and took off for an expedition on the night of the waning half moon.
It was a long night of traversing through the forest, and by midnight, she and her dragons were about ready to give up and go home. But that very instant, a giant, rickety figure rose above the trees and spread it’s ragged wings in the dim light of the moon, letting out a chilling, song-like cry...and then Stormy had come to her horrible conclusion. The long night of “imagining” golden glowing eyes stalking her, the nigh imperceptible sound of talons across the forest floor; they had been real, and the Umbra had been hunting them the whole time.
Now she had cornered her prey.
Stormy and her dragons had now gotten their full share of Dreadfall. For the Umbra now hovering above them was a harrowing sight indeed, and Stormy jumped on her Skrill and took to the skies as fast as she could, taking off in the opposite direction and flying as fast as Thor himself would allow back to her house.
Of course, being a good Jorgenson, Stormy brushed off the encounter and retold it as a wild feat of adversity and adventure. The very next year, Stormy left on that same night to see if she could meet the Umbra again. And meet her she did- the Umbra appeared once more, the dragon’s eyes glowing with brightness. And then Stormy realized something.
This dragon was very intelligent. She had known Stormy was coming the first year, and she had known she would come again- it was merely a game to her! A game in the forest on the night of the waning half moon. And of course the dragon would eat her if she got close enough, but Stormy never let that happen.
So she returned every year to play a deadly game of hide-and-seek with the Umbra.
Here you go, flashing isn't really hard to do when you already set in up in the animation tab in the different layer :)
I really like the story, It's one way to sort of be friend the woodreaper but at the same time not. It's as much cute as it is dark and twist and the fact the Umbra would still ki,ll and eat her if she finally win the game is---probably the best way to end it. So yay! Here's how your color turn out! Hope you like it this way!
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