#Draeg

[superbpoetrytheorist01]

THESE PAST FEW MONTHS I'VE BEEN ASKING QUESTIONS (!!!)

SO! Mfn, there were 2 little boys and this lady mfn being in my apartment after the Bitchems' Squad debacle. One night at the height of (1 COUNT 'EM ONEEE!) Me telling him I'll lmao post his ass to FB if he keep on effing playing with me. You know, the ujje. No draegs, no itty bitty twiddy dollar bills, no donuts because he takes the WHOLE MFn BOX BACK after a few hours. Fn f.

The lil boys was having a REAL FUN TIME looking at all the shit I had on the shelf and how cool my apartment was. Lol lame as-f. The real lil pleb was holding the big bulbous torch I got from a nazi bitch that likes to drive around but likes to not get any sex if he wants to try and control me. Bitch YOU? (I'm not even gonna say bitch me out. Bitch YOU?)

They haven't even seen the name brand torches I was starting a collection with... lol another bitch tried to steal my Bayek torch light, I posted it on FB next he could suddenly be found mfn stalker was cowering to the words "It's on in heaven or in hell, forever." Thinking I'll forget or be nice. [Hood coward.]

Fuckin bitch liked me too much.

Anyways...

ONE NIGHT. JMan, Rudeahh Booty Boy, and Titus the litti bitti boodyguard come to my door with the keys they somehow have for it. Either they copied them or stole them, but either way they buh bumped the door and I've FOREVER AND A DAY been trying to understand why THREE TF THREE people don't just barge their way in. I'm on the line, the door crack, tryna offer him a "Cardi deal" (from the business lady getting plays and ways down to the Caribbean niggas) TO: TWOOO: Go away forever without getting arrested, letting me sleep for tonight. They coulda actually met me outside later. But they kept fucking playing with me. Little kittens. Stupid bitches. My boody guard was cool tho. after a while, and this is what I didn't say: Y'all. This is what tripped me up:

[They were afraid of the knife.]

After getting tired of me not wanting to have the ugliness of violence and the tediousness of the explanation phase be upon me, to make the whole thing not on me,

when they separated from the middle of the hallway to apparently gang up on Titus, and they were stepping in ballerina counts towards Titus,

[DISOBEYING ME] when I told them to desist.

and right now I gotta mention they were buh bumping the door mfn at least every minute or few minutes.

Before they got to the middle of the hallway, which was my door, I tossed the knife to Titus cause I knew she could handle herself if it came down to protecting herself. AND in the best way. It should've been fun to get them legally. Fuckin retards.

GUESS WHAT HAPPENS NEXT.

THE FUCKING KNIFE.

[Goes in and out from under the door.]

GUESS WHO FUCKING IS DOING IT.

LMAO

TITUSSSS LMAO

WTF?

I go WTF.

So are they or aren't they saying open the door anymore?

Bitch...when I tell you...

Bitch.

YESSSSS (mf!)

THEY ARE: still

KEYWORD: STILL

MF

telling me to open the door, but I guess this time it's cause she'll get hurt... same same but DIF-FER-ENT!

MFS REALLY WANTED ME TO CALL THE POLICE.

Idk if they knew that the phone Titus had was sitting there ON in the fucking kitchen next to the door, or if they were gonna wait until ( ... )

No, you get it. Bitch ass bitches really got away without me saying the world to them, or making them do sexual acts. Yeah, that sounds bad, maybe I would've told them to do it as rent or go away.

PEOPLE MAKE ME SO MAD WHEN I HAVE THE MONEY FOR THINGS, BUT CAN'T GET IT BECAUSE THEY'RE LYING.

They came through with some crushed up that Titus sneezy wondered her arm to while ALL OF ITTTT was sitting on my phone. Oh yeah, the retards stole my phone and tablet. They better not have given it to my stalker.

[Retards were probably there for that.]

CONTROL ME?

Hashtag you're not doing it right, retard.

[I just remembered that part about how I had the knife first a few days ago.]

I knew something was retarded cause if ALL I HAVE TO DO is press a few numbers, tell them what happened, wait for the (metaphorical or not) mess to be cleaned up, mfn go on about my day, then NAWWW- lemme deel wit sum retards.

-- This was a story, "better than drugs".

[thefoodwiththedood]

More Angels done! From left to right, we’ve got @angryducktimemachine‘s David, @starrealis‘s Draeg, and Bball on Discord’s Maghram! These were all super fun to draw, so YEAH, hope y’all like how they turned out!

For more information about the Devarons Angels group and how you could make an Angel of your own, check out this post!

[studiomugen]

draeg replied to your photo: Dinner with Space Dad. Been wanting to draw...

he’s still so damn cute!!!

Thank youuuuu. I’ve fallen for this cutte little critter so I’m happy you thought it turned out cute still ;3

[nowerewolves]

Dijz’maund Draeg, my once-dead legendary hero who’s just getting back on his feet!

[444names]

dragons + car brands + maltese surnames

Abari Abeliake Abellia Abona Abriciani Abriday Abrok Aedin Ageott Agiorseira Aglamut Agontina Alana Albin Aldesaptur Aldournice Allerolf Alpelupo Alphina Alzammut Amagriha Amarida Amell Aminta Amono Amulicatti Amuscado Anaulista Anauxhagno Apagone Aquini Ashrysle Aspis Assarbrac Assies Atandele Athashes Atletoyott Auxha Auxhagla Axiroyoth Axwellet Azerra Bajagno Bajja Bardomoota Barea Barmone Barna Barolduini Beerrak Bejaddy Belbarti Belia Benza Berrac Bezzia Biard Bigno Bioro Biovaul Bissanar Bissolvol Blazzop Boffavino Bonan Bonang Bongio Bongue Bonni Boonech Borent Bortini Bortisali Borts Briona Bucell Bucia Buffinci Bufin Buger Bugeri Buona Buono Buraccham Burimari Burisa Burmar Burno Burosale Busudi Cadni Cagia Caguardo Calba Callidante Cambriha Camellaug Canac Capadil Caphogo Cappen Cappeuma Cardi Cardia Carecer Casaniat Cassapas Cassirizzi Castata Catallsrok Cattris Cauruin Cefyro Celloth Chema Chemporch Chiers Chircini Chrysle Ciana Ciera Cingion Citer Colisa Contorton Copon Corscopa Corth Corti Crino Crochiona Crogg Croman Crovano Crove Cumancole Curid Curunax Deagri Debejeeton Dedroen Deetra Deguelch Deldra Deman Demicaro Demon Demporch Dendo Deplo Descheet Despol Dessan Destong Destrani Dettana Diliamizzo Dimossana Diniana Ditrier Dracolocha Dracona Draeg Dragio Dragni Dramher Dramhero Dranasti Drand Dranta Drapaar Drath Dratles Drihanaros Drobon Drolva Ducadin Duchryuu Dëemara Dëeme Dëempo Eattia Eattino Elbano Eliat Endroit Entaja Eosano Erakina Ering Fabont Fafart Fafenta Faino Faithwin Faldaco Falevin Fallia Fameli Farefavino Fareni Fariverla Farmar Faumar Feranue Ferech Ferend Fericre Ferstonole Feschio Fierrak Figno Finisti Firolevia Firott Flafà Flazzo Flomana Fochin Fordi Forobbard Frabelin Frake Frant Frappsaigo Frent Fsamotan Fusutigie Gafni Galli Galzah Gamullo Gathus Gaurminti Gejeen Gendrani Gerizzi Ghelia Ghiecef Ghinenin Ghioref Gionth Glague Glaza Glivyaton Gontendo Gricef Grifsudi Grifsut Grihaenin Griomon Grion Griquatara Griqueren Griquicor Grisa Griseica Guali Humilli Hydri Hyzleto Hyzlevia Ichio Ickwagon Jardi Jeeton Jeetter Kalzo Kattin Lafendill Landay Lantlauman Lardi Lauci Laugale Lauraccar Lejagier Leyrogochi Liberis Licadis Licklangio Lizzi Lunguellus Lupis Lupordino Lusia Magnin Majadale Maldragiac Manie Mardi Mardill Masch Mclunduin Mecha Mechettafà Meirni Melbaja Meraspon Merrobin Micadille Michaedrok Micorra Mootallia Motta Multafavia Multajo Musco Nachen Nardi Nidali Oakla Oaklammera Oaklauda Orman Orobilis Othuro Pagiont Paphie Parba Pelistano Peumalzo Piellicone Pierrundo Piormanti Piovalza Piscord Pissla Plordi Plordilib Plymone Polvol Pormarsea Poromelli Porth Prefait Probilid Proli Pulta Pummilo Pyrestani Pyrosa Qualle Quara Quilo Quinaugen Quinthurlo Rachia Rafabeet Rascri Rhalo Rhalpeni Robont Rocher Rogio Roithwina Rolducagno Roler Roverra Ruang Rysle Ryuna Sacino Sadnia Salia Salibenzi Salissallo Salli Sambongue Samecini Sanard Sangeoth Sanuez Sapaardi Sapas Saphanol Saptur Saydra Sazerrobo Scaddy Scatta Scelibajja Schevront Schra Scick Scilana Scone Screfyrby Scrizi Seaglo Seicla Seila Seile Serri Seychiron Sghirolvo Shenechay Sheri Shesa Shryuu Siedmo Solefa Soliband Spaar Spani Spiteug Spitrihai Stant Stard Stenis Stissapps Sudit Sutala Suttia Tallo Teumenzia Tiani Tonni Tracor Trando Trodra Troentanta Trosarok Trovanguar Typhastano Typhi Valdove Valia Valpellasa Vassaptus Vellamine Verendo Viani Vitramo Volarg Voldanue Volvolta Xeramut Xeren Xiclungen Xicol Xicrena Zamus

[vaesha-draecon]

Tyr’na Draeg, Land of  Dragon Fire

I came across a song that gave a lot of vibes for my OC, Tyraleza, a fandomless OC of mine. She currently has an AU where she is in Azeroth and the song gave me the vibes of what if her homeland was a zone in WoW? So I made this map and I picked a few songs and other misc. info that would be included as a zone:

Tyr’na

Sanctuary and Trade hub, here you can find your profession trainers, vendors, inns, ect.

Contains one dungeon, The Catacombs

Something has stirred the ancient bones contained within, you must find the source!

6 bosses and is available in Normal, heroic, Mythic, and Mythic+

Contains an arena for PvP!

Zone Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BTsG60BtFyQ

Tyr’na Terrn

A sun baked Peninsula with a vast environment and 4 questing hubs

The gathering nodes contained here are the Tyr’na Lily, Redstone, and Sun-baked leather

One Dungeon is here, the Oasis

These pools are sacred to the nomads of the peninsula, but something dark has began tainting the pools, killing the already sparse plant and animal life!

4 bosses and is available in Normal, Heroic, Mythic, and Mythic+

Zone Music: https://youtu.be/8l-OjqnzQzw

Draeg na Terrn

The valley just below the Tyr’na Terrn, this is one of the places that supplies food and livestock to the land. Contains 3 questing hubs and contains a few rares for players to hunt for mounts, pets, or toys.

Gathering nodes contained here are Aloe, Opalstone, and Earthen Hide.

Zone Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Gj7Fq42AE0

Plains of Tyr’na

The vast valley that the denizens of Tyr’na Draeg specialize in raising livestock and growing the less hardy crops of the land. This valley isn’t as harsh as the other parts of the land and is more temperate in climate. Contains 5 questing hubs.

Gathering Nodes contained here are Silver Lotus, Veridian, Rare node: Azurestone, and Toughened stone hide.

Zone Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KOfivwkt1Tk

The Draegor Desert

An uninhabitable desert that was once the capital of the land, long ago there was a shift that caused the climate to drastically change, forcing the inhabitants to abandon the area for a more inhabitable place. Only the truly stubborn of denizens choose to live here. Contains 6 questing hubs.

Gathering nodes are The Bonewood flower, Hardened Sandstone, and Bonehide.

Contains two dungeons and a Raid

Ruins of the Ivory Palace (Dungeon)

Rumors of a treasure buried below has drawn various treasure hunters, however there are rumors that this ancient relic is cursed and will cause a great threat if it were to fall into the wrong hands

Available on Heroic, Mythic, and Mythic+

Sandstone Pits (Dungeon)

Once a profitable mine, Sandstone pits is now inhabited by the sun crazed denizens that prey upon the travelers of the wastelands. Their leader has plans to invade the Plains of Tyr’na to claim the land as their own. If the plains were to fall, life in the land will struggle!

Available on Heroic, Mythic, and Mythic+

The Tower of Bone (Raid)

This ancient tower was once home to the land’s sorcerers when magic was at it’s peak in the land. Everyone with the affinity for it came here to train under it’s sages. It was also the home of various relics, both mysterious and dangerous. It is rumored that the cause for the Draegor Desert’s inhabitable nature came from one of the relics contained within. ancient spirits guard the tower and will stop anyone who attempts to steal the relics within.

Available on LFR, Normal, Heroic, and Mythic

Zone Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ml1CkyomCM0

[jenniferfaye34]

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Sojourner (Tales of Faeraven #3) By Janalyn Voigt Fantasy, Christian Fantasy Paperback & ebook, 322 Pages November 1st 2019 by Pelican Book Group Mara didn't know her parents were living a lie. After learning a secret that causes Mara to question her heritage, she runs to Torindan, the High Hold of Faeraven, to seek the truth. What the innkeeper’s daughter doesn't know is that Rand, the mysterious tracker she’s hired to guide her through the wilderness, has been sent on an errand that puts her life at risk. Helping Mara furthers Rand's purposes, but he doesn't count on his emotions interfering. With Faeraven on the brink of war, Rand is faced with a life-altering choice, Mara is torn between escape and learning the truth, and the future hangs in the balance. Will Mara be heir to the Faeraven throne? Can Rand escape the terrors of the dungeon? As Torindan and Pilaer prepare for battle, anything can happen.

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EXCERPT: (Rand has made a bed for the night in an abandoned homefarm. Draeg is his half-brother, their father’s favorite, and a bully.) Rand startled awake. Silence hung heavy in the darkness, and yet the touch of a hand had jerked him from sleep. He would swear to it. Watching the shadows, he pushed to a crouch, his dagger steadier than his breathing. “Who’s there?” He sounded strained, frightened, weary. A faint shuffling answered him. The hair on his arms rose with his certainty that the entity that had summoned him from sleep did not cloth itself in flesh and blood. A creature loomed black against the pewter sky. He knew the flapping sound its wings made from his early days at Pilaer. He’d loathed the giant raptor birds but had pretended to admire their savagery to please his father and avoid Draeg’s mockery. This one was a long way from its roost in the east of Elderland. The rider on its back provided an explanation for that but roused other questions. On what errand would his father send a welke rider? And did it have anything to do with his own? Rand held himself tensed and still, until the flapping faded into the night. The walls of the burned-out homefarm crouched against the underbrush threatening to consume it. Nothing stirred. Whatever uncanny creature had awakened him seemed to have retreated, perhaps frightened by the welke rider. However Rand doubted sleep would visit him again. Other Books in the Series

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[daroneasa]

“For Real?”

Shalyvna using poor Tama as an armrest. These characters are vorambi, an original species from my “Myriad” series of novels and short stories. Tama is a kai, a smaller, green-skinned race of vorambi, where Shal is draeg, known for their brown skin, their physical might, and their tallness.

[gant]

i have almost a monopoly on Rag Trade names in dragcave

I’ve got everything but Ivory Organza >_>

[adhdbeowulf]

i wanna say doublade first off lol ! but maybe like salamence or drapion?

good!! doublade is like the Ideal Pokemon, and salamence is a good draeg; drapion is a fun purple friend

[siriusfoxfriend]

Breathing knees

Image draeg

Snags the walls

Like the paper dills

Fall into me like

Magic harp ways

On the dress of the feature

Seep out the bonfire

Like a giant magus

Hope for heat waves

Hope for warmth in

The height of the world

Keep me sane

The hope is bleeding out

Your postured ear holes

Beating harps

Still beating harps

So once a master have forged a gun belt

The halfway burnt apple

Will be made of stoned knowledge

And I will fear nothing

And you will say something

And I’ll keep running off the cliff

Like Looney tunes analogies

Beep me

I’m possible

Moderation

Eeple grievell wonder ball

Full of made up words

Worst text of your life

Never even mattered to no one

Apathy

Part two

Empathy

Part fifty seven

You’re doing good

You’re doing realllll good

Keep going

Keep going

Eighty levels of petrified bones

Wooden souls

Kelp lard hearts

Have me

Have me

All for yourself

Feast on my body

Soon after my death

And hold my hand while I use the bathroom

On wayyyy too many drugs

A wink as a blink

A smooth rendition of

Fussy health

A blind spot

You never knew about

Not even now

But laughter

At all costs

Behind closed doors

And wholesome

Eternal

Pure existence

Made of glove

[aplainoldsoul]

Galielmus Wallais

[captivesrp]

Archora is sure she has entered the very stomach of the forest, replete with flowing acid and things half digested. The rain is not actually acid, of course, but Archora sure feels dissolved by it, and the trees and shrubs around her are not actually half digested but just beat down and partially obfuscated in her vision by the deluge.

In any case, she wishes to be vomited, or otherwise removed from it. 

Unable to be sure of her direction in the storm, she has come to a stop and finds herself incapable of continuing on. Thunder and lightning continues its battle above her and their earthbound minions beat upon her in their millions.

“I surrender,” she gasps, and falls to the sodden earth in the fork of a tree’s roots.

She spends the night awake, wet, and cold. Before dawn can make a difference in the still-cloudy, still-raining sky, Archora rouses herself and sets off again in, as best as she can figure, a general southerly direction.

“They’ll discover my absence this morning if they didn’t last night,” she mutters to herself as she trudges along. “In any case, Draeg said a good hunter will never set off tracking at night.” So, she surmises, her pursuit will begin when the sun rises. “If it ever does,” she grumbles, looking up at the dark splotches of sky visible through the forest’s canopy.

The rain that keeps her company on her stumbling path south this day is warm, and by the evening it is folding her in a blanket of fog. A wet, uncomfortable blanket, but soft nevertheless and enough to lure Archora to stop, and to sleep.

*     *     *

In the morning, Archora is sure she is wakened by the sound of a foot breaking a branch nearby. Her first instinct is to run, but before anything but her heart begins to race, she freezes, a tiny thought at the controls in her mind telling her that she might not have been noticed, tucked as she is in the arms of a broadleaf bush. A thought looking over that thought’s shoulder suggests the sound may have been from a dream, or a harmless woodland creature, and therefore nothing to worry about. She longs to shift herself minutely, peer through the leaves to divine the truth of her situation, but fear fights against her desire and she remains fixed in place, staring up at the bottom of a leaf that has seen better days.

Archora studies the leaf in an attempt to take her mind off the sounds (a foot crushes dry grass terrifyingly near and shatters the silence and her doubts)---how its colour is fully flushed with brown, its tip curling and dry, its flesh shriveled and thin between veins like bones.

Another footstep, this one more distant, then silence that is slowly decorated with birdsong, calm wind blowing through leaves, and echoing from the distance the ratatat of a woodpecker. It is another few moments before Archora’s heart bows out of a dance to the creature’s rhythm. She lets out a rattling breath.

“Well,” she says aloud, “I dunno where South is anymore, but I know where those footsteps went and I know where I came from.” So saying, she slinked out from beneath her bush and set off in one of the perpendicular directions, chosen at random, or because the trees looked kinder; she is not sure for which reason, but she tramps boldly in her chosen direction until weakness, exhaustion, and the cold force her to tramp onwards doggedly, then mindlessly, and finally, not at all.

Luckily, her dragging feet finally pause in a place where her bleary eyes manage to spy a clucking grouse ahead---“Yum,” says her stomach with as much enthusiasm as it can muster (very little), “dinner.” Unluckily, she cannot catch it (she lunges forward and trips, and the fowl flutters off into the gloom).

Luckily, she lands softly on thick moss and a spray of thin mushrooms appear delectably before her eyes. Unluckily, she has very little experience with foraging and cannot recognize whether the meaty little fungi are edible or not. Luckily, they appear to be, because before she does not recognize whether the mushrooms are edible or not she has eaten them all, and does not suffer any immediate consequences except a faint measure of that indeterminate regret one may receive from doing a thing one will not regret unless punished. The bare pebble’s-worth of mushrooms sits, however, quite alone in her stomach and, by consequence, have to sit heavily to make their presence known.

Archora groans and holds her middle as she stands up. She staggers blearily in a direction, forcing her eyes to focus on the ground, hoping to spot further fungus, or some other edible thing. Nothing presents itself until she lifts her eyes at hearing the call of some foul-voiced bird; she sees, upon raising her head, a prickly tree decorated with small blue berries.

Berries are good to eat, she figures, so she collects a handful of the powdery spheres, each hardly the size of her smallest fingernail. She pricks herself once or twice in the harvesting on the vicious thorns growing in clusters at every fork in a branch, but escapes mostly unharmed. She pops a berry into her mouth. Her tongue pops it straight back out and remains hanging from her bottom teeth as she pulls a dramatic face and cries out at the blue thing’s repulsive bitterness.

Letting the other berries drop to the ground, Archora moves on.

[vaesha-draecon]

Angst questions: 1, 4, 8, 30 (Vaesha, Tyra, Albonia)

1. What’s one experience your character had that made them very afraid?

For Vaesha, that would be the Purification on the Sanctuary she was at. She lost her new family that day.

Tyra went through an attempted assassination that was almost successful. She was seeing a possible suitor and so was in private with him.

Albiona witnessed her world become devoured and killed right before her eyes. She lost many children and one of her mates before she and her flight fled to Azeroth.

4. Has your character ever been hurt or betrayed by someone they thought they could depend on? What happened?

Vaesha has two. One would be her father, he left her and her mother after an affair with another woman after her twin had died and her mother grew sickly. The other was the father of her children. He left her in the middle of the night with their twin children because of a threat of disowning from his father.

Tyra’s uncle, one of the members of her privy council. He tried to get her disposed just shy of her coming of age so he could rule in her stead. This almost lead to her being killed.

Albiona’s daughter, Nisharia. She willingly gave into the shadows and the whispers below the earth and became the Matriarch of the Twilight Opal brood.

8. Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?

Vaesha has many... Way too many... The reason? her kill count is high, she’s a vampire, a follower of a Daedric Prince, and she is a former member of the Dark Brotherhood.

Tyra has many enemies as well. All of them want her dead because they are devout followers of the Draeg, the race that had enslaved their kind many centuries ago.

The Twilight Opals as well as the Burning Legion. The first due to their dark and twisted ways. They hunger for corruption, but she won’t allow it. The Burning Legion because, well... They hate everyone.

30. What makes them feel safe or secure? What makes them feel insecure or unsafe?

For Vaesha it is a few things that makes her safe. Sedric, her dagger, a candle that she burns every night as she sleeps, and her adopted daughter, Sahri. If she is ever without these, she’s weary, afraid, and alone.

Tyra feels very safe in her private garden, surrounded by her handmaidens. Being alone or even sitting in her throne is enough to make her feel unsafe.

Albiona finds great security in her mates and children. Her insecurity comes from being a stranger in a strange world, even after a quarter of a century of living there.

[adventure-hearts]

Personally I think/hope the events of Tri are leading up to one variation of Millenniummon.

That would be pretty interesting.