#Ancient Wyvern

[gardhoulthehermit]

I got the monster hunter board game! I'm surprised how much the anjanath grew on me playing world!

[alanide-arts]

MHW sketchdump feat. some friends' OCs

(Tyrann becomes an Ecologist at some point!)

[shadowfoxsilver]

Elemental Wyvern: Ancient Fire

On Dragon Island, there once was a thriving population of Elemental Wyverns who lived alongside the regular dragons. However, one day, the Shadow Wyvern Leader decided to wage an attack against them. He was a powerful Wyvern of the darkness, with three heads and the leader of a large group. The attack was quite strong, and unfortunately led to the near extinction of the other Elemental Wyverns! But luckily, over time, they have survived in varying habitats. The original survivors have became Ancient; Only one Ancient of each element remains now.

Ancient Elemental Wyverns are far larger than the newer generations, and remain wary of outsiders. They all hold a burning hatred for the Shadow Wyvern Leader and may attack him if he gets too close to their territory.

Ancient Fire, the Elemental Wyvern of Fire, is the largest of the Ancients and rightfully so. Considered the strongest of them all, he can only be found within volcanoes scattered across the volcanic regions of the island. He may look rather plain at a glance when away from the magma, but once he’s landed on a lava flow hidden markings light up across his horns and claws. His wings, frills, and tail tip ignite into intense purple flames that burn brightly and make it seem like his wings are pure flames. Rocky armor is scattered across his body, seemingly formed from hardened magma. Ancient fire does not breathe fire; He can shoot lava streams great distances from his mouth once he emerges from his pool. It’s difficult to take a photo of him.

Ancient Fire does not have a known nesting location as he travels across the land by entering volcanoes and exiting them. Due to his preferred habitat being a volcano, very few beings alive can visit him easily. But legends tell of a village that once sought out his blessings, offering to him a sickly human. Writings of the past explain that he pitied the inhabitants, and accepted their offering.

But while the village was blessed, the human was given a gift by the ancient Wyvern…He shared to them the magic he possessed and cured them of the cold they had caught, and told them to find the other Ancients and receive the gift of their powerful magic as well. He explained to them that once they return with proof of completion, that one more blessing would be given to them. But it is unknown if they succeeded…Though if the human did complete the task and receive the blessing, what was it? It’s a mystery.

[acourtofquestions]

"You'll come back," Manon said.

It sounded like more of a threat than anything

Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"

Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.

He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.

A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.

The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.

From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.

Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.

Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.

It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.

And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.

Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.

Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.

Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.

And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.

Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.

When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."

Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.

"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."

"Crochan bitch," someone spat.

Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.

jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."

UNCLEAN

There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.

"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"

The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.

Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.

"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."

"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.

"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.

Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."

Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.

"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."

Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.

"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."

Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"

Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.

So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.

Not a child of war. But of peace.

[13skeletons]

Scorched Earth, aka The Map That Turned Me Feral

[miamipalms]

commission from vk inspired with pixar meme

[igneouswyvern]

the zestiria timeline baffles me to no end because i know all the camlaan stuff takes place 17 years before the events of the game and i know it has to be that way because that's the only way for sorey and mikleo to have originated in camlaan. and yet. what do you mean heldalf has only been living with his curse for 17 years. what do you mean the celestial record is 21 years old. what do you mean camlaan has only been around for less than 30 years. in my head all this stuff takes place on a waaaaaay larger scale like heldalf should have been wandering the earth in solitude for at least a century right? you're telling me it only took him 17 years to give into the malevolence? what a loser. and the celestial record felt like an ancient book from a time long past when they were nerding about it in the beginning of the game. you're telling me it's barely older than sorey and mikleo themselves? and you can't just go around calling a village that existed 22 years ago and was lived in for only 5 "the origin village." like nah that thing has to have been around for at least 50 before you go calling it something as dramatic as that. idk. in the two-and-a-half-years in between playing zestiria i forgot all the lore and i had it in my head that shepherds were like a once-every-one-hundred-years deal and michael was from like ages ago and all this stuff was ancient as hell. and it feels so silly to me that it was all so recent

[battleram-skirmisher-fr]

We don't have a good stompy wings-are-the-hands breed, do we? The wyverns that got huge knuckles and walk with their wings? That's such a classic silhouette.

[olekciy]

Scandinavian-style spoon. Materials: alder, amber.

[egg-emperor]

who do you think the hottest titan is?

Wyvern 💜 big long flying scary draconic boy with tons of teeth!

also the way the cyloop attack makes Wyvern's wrists cuffed and chained down got me thinking 👀

love how Eggman looks to be piloting a beheaded Wyvern body replaced with the Egg Mobile with a head piece and wings similar to Supreme in the MC texture pack too lol

my man took pieces of them and made a new monster and included my favorite thing about the Wyvern, the wiggly body!

[kuramirocket]

Wyverns

[gardhoulthehermit]

It's the Great Jagras!

[kihaku-gato]

It's kind of funny seeing sis being like "you've read that much of the book already???" when it's like ???? I read chapter one a few nights ago and was in the midst of chapter 2, and the book's print is written big-

you're grossly overestimating the voraciousness of your lil bro

[shadowfoxsilver]

Elemental Wyvern: Ancient Light

A bit different from the other Ancients, she is the sister of the Shadow Wyvern Leader who survived the attack that he used long ago. Technically born as a Shadow Wyvern with feathered wings, her dark powers are much weaker than her brothers. Instead, she possessed an element of light and was the overseer of Light Wyverns though she did not see herself as their leader and let them do as they wished without worry. When her brother unleashed an attack to erase all but the shadow Wyverns, she likely was immune to the beam and survived. Much like the others, though, she hates him for what he tried. She knows he’s jealous that she has became one of the Ancients while he remains a regular Wyvern.

Long ago she banished him into the void after revealing her full power to him, but knows he would eventually escape.

Ancient Light may have dull colors, but she often surrounds herself in blinding lights that prevent you from looking directly at her. She is rumored to live inside the sun when not on earth, an eternal light against the darkness itself. A powerful force against the shadow, but considered the weakest of the Ancients due to having dual elements. Her regular form only has one head and four wings when hiding her full power. You need special lenses to stare at her when she’s outside due to her brightly shining feathers.

[aduelbetweenkingdomsafreshstart]

ADBK: Ancient Sacred Wyvern

Epithet: The Divine Vassall of Holactie

Voice Actor: Benedict Cumberbatch

Tribe: The Fairy Kingdom

Biography: The Egyptian God Cards are a powerful trio, but they can combine together in order to make one final force against the darkness that attempts to engulf all in the Duelscape with its corrupting influence.

Enter the Lady of Creation known as Holactie, who entrusts the safety of herself and her components to select divine beings, including today's entry, Adamanta the Sacred, also known as the Ancient Sacred Wyvern.

After the exile of the Egyptian Gods, he and Blue-Eyes Shining Dragon chose to work in secret over the Duelscape, waiting for the proper time should the Gods be needed again.

He's currently the only Fairy on the Dragonian Senate, and the only Dragon-like being to serve as a commander in the Star Squad. Specifically, he works in Squad Mu, a special unit for particularly dangerous battles that require much of the Fairy Kingdom's energy.

[sadlazzle]

ancient wyvern is a disappointing boss but i don’t think that’s news. it’s hardly a boss at all