#dr wyvern

[wyvolf]

Wyvern reveal !! He’s still similar appearance to my personal Bright design bc… it’s what the brain demanded and I felt if I changed too much it’ll be hell on earth for me (idk how to explain), but uuuhh! Clothes are temporary till I think of something more unique lol! Gonna call the hair extension looking bits “tassels” bc that’s a funny word and I like it- I did take them from an older OC grins. The injury is from falling off a horse similar to what happened to me, bc if I don’t imprint even a little I will explode.

Also not on the quick ref bc I forgot but his eyes can turn to like… slits but not necessarily cat like. A secondary side affect of the amulet. There’s still a lot of things I’m trying to work out, if you have questions on wyvern don’t be hesitant to ask! Also! Unlike other rewrites/amulet wearers he isn’t a site director at all! Still a researcher!

[yourfavouritecharactersasdragons]

Pizza Cookie from Cookie Run, the brainrot I've always had regarding her demands it

[eod-agent-13-12]

Research, Illness, and Flashbacks

Agent 13-12 is stuck in a research rabbit hole and it brings them back to a moment in their past.

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"You know, that was foolish of you. Getting bitten like that." Agent Smitten sighed, wrapping a handkerchief around the hand, eyes narrowing as he tightened the knot.

"... Sorry. I wanted to, you know. Be a tease. He seemed really wound up. Wraith is with him right now, last I checked." Agent 13-12 looked at the new knot as they tried to hold back a sigh.

"Maybe keep that teasing for someone else?" He leaned back to sit properly beside them at the back of the car. "Wyvern?"

"Yeah, Smitten?" Agent Wyvern focused on the road ahead of them, making sure to avoid trouble as they held parts of several inventions. And 13-12 made it clear that they don't want it seized.

"How much long until we get back?"

"Depends on how fast you want me to drive."

The comment planted a seed of laughter in the backseat. "Don't you dare. I need those parts and blueprints unharmed." Red tinted glasses were hung close to the tie as the brown eyes glared at Wy with fondness.

"... How are you feeling?"

"Still fine. But I think Dr. Marcel's gonna give me several tests to take. I'm gonna hate the blood test. And basically everything else. But it's pretty needed. And I think due to the magical stuff we'd been dealing with recently, I may need to get tested for that." They huffed. "Ate's gonna kill me for ditching her like that."

"Well, you now have an excuse to visit her. Maybe ask her to help you with the mango float sometime soon."

"That's the dessert you got us last Christmas, right?"

"It sure was." 13-12 smiled, recalling how their sibling clearly enjoyed the graham based dessert. "You liked it."

"I love graham."

"I'm sure you do."

The ride passed by with conversations about the underwater mission, details slowly getting shared to catch up on what's happening.

"... So that's what's going on. Shadow's with a captive. They all wanted out."

"... That's a bit troublesome. We have to find them soon. But I doubt Dr. Marcel's gonna give me the clear without the checkup."

"I'll be with you!" Trevor turned to them, unbuckling their seatbelt as they smiled.

"That's much appreciated, Trev," Florian said as they also got out of the car and came to hug them tightly as they soon approached the medical wing, taking steps to stop anyone from noticing their arrival. "Here goes nothing."

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"You're nothing but an idiot." Dr. Marcel mumbled, ruffling his dark hair as he glared at his most recent patient. "I know, not really good bedside manner but even I have limits. You all are too much to handle some days. You know why I'm snappy."

"Since when did you last sleep?"

"Oh gee, I do wonder." Vitriol laced the doctor's words as he handed them a copy of the report. "Just to put it simply, your results are weird. We may need to apply more tests but I doubt you'd be willing to sit down that long."

"... I'm stuck at desk work right now, aren't I?"

"I thought it was just intel gathering that's why I cleared you. Please don't look at me like that." Dr. Marcel sighed as he met the frowning face of Florian's younger sibling.

"Will Flor be okay?"

"As long as they rest up and cooperate."

"I will. Sheesh. Like I wasn't cooperative when I got hit in the head. But fine. If it helps, I won't go into the field."

"Good. But I suggest someone keep an eye on you. It could be an infection but since I know you'd likely be bored, how about doing some light, and I do mean light reading."

"What? You look at me like I was planning to go deep into a rabbit hole or something."

"I know you got new intel. But please try not to strain yourself."

"Doc, I am not that much of a workaholic."

Florian was, in fact, that much of a workaholic. If the night sky and clock hands on the right side of its face can indicate.

"This is taking forever." Marife mumbled, reading over the notes once again. It had already been witching hour with tears in their eyes. "When will I be done with this? It doesn't seem to end."

A click of a plate with instant noodles and bread buns being placed on the table broke from their trance, green eyes reflecting the desk lamp. "As much as I want to tell you to stop, I doubt you want to. So how about taking a quick bite?"

"Ameri... Thank you." Florian's lips quirked up as they twirled the instant noodles with a fork and stuffed it into the bread. "Reminds me of several years ago, doesn't it?"

"It does, yeah. You should be thankful I managed to take summer break but you looked miserable in that week."

"Flor? Where are you?" Trevor yawned, mismatched eyes bleary as they looked around, forming a slight shadow from the hallway light that illuminated the room.

"Over here, Trev. Come here." Florian smiled as they reached out their arms to them, using TK to tug them closer until the younger agent is in prime cuddle place.

Trevor purred as Florian stuffed the second noodle-filled bun into their hand as they gently gestured Ameri to take them away from the desk chair so they can rest this time. "Didn't Dr. Marcel tell you to rest up and only do light reading?"

"I lost track of time. My body remembered something and I returned to that mindset and stuff." Florian mumbled, not patting Trevor's hair just in case their hand gets crumbs on it.

"Good thing I woke up, then. Or else I'd drag you to bed myself."

Florian refused to answer as they wrapped their arms closer to Trevor. "Okay. Let's just finish these and then we'll handle the rest tomorrow morning. We have a couple of people to question anyway."

"Okay!"

"I wouldn't be able to come this time. I have to keep an eye on Umberush's movements and Jay's company too." Ameri looked at them apologetically. "I'll be sending intel but please be careful from your end, Florian."

"We will. And, take care as well, Ameri."

The pair intertwined their fingers and gave a tight squeeze before he left their quarters to prepare for the next mission.

Florian barely held back their yawn as they wiped their hands with a wipe and tossed it to the trash. "Wanna go interrogate the guy who gave our family a hard time tomorrow?"

"Yeah!"

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Agent Wyvern belongs to @phoenix-and-found-family

Tag List: @agentwraith, @agent--shadow, @silverdragon889, @blueorchid-95

It's been a while since I wrote and I forgot the tag list but we got the next part ongoing. We'll be asking questions for Twinkie.

[twig-the-edgelord]

Clementine continues to show everyone his gecko, Harold

Dr. Midas Wyvern -> @cosmohause

[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!

[fierykitten2]

If anyone wanted to know my answer to the question “you’re allowed 8 new racers, 4/6 new body parts, 1 new wheel part and 1 new glider for Mario Kart and they can’t represent fandoms already represented by a racer, what would they be?”

Racers

Captain Falcon (F-Zero)

Dr. Stewart (F-Zero)

Pico (F-Zero)

Samurai Goroh (F-Zero)

Iron Valiant (Pokémon) - maybe have the shiny as an alt

Mach Rider (Mach Rider)

Samus Aran (Metroid)

Fox McCloud (Star Fox)

Body parts

Golden Fox (F-Zero) - SNES style

Wild Goose (F-Zero) - SNES style

Fire Stingray (F-Zero) - SNES style

Miraidon (Pokémon)

(Samus’ Gunship (Metroid))

(Arwing (Star Fox))

Wheel parts

Miraidon’s energy wheel (Pokémon)

Glider parts

Miraidon Glider (Pokémon) - has a gimmick where it is located at the head of Miraidon when they are paired but otherwise this glider sits in the correct place and gliders paired with Miraidon sit in the correct place

[playstonkers]

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Chris defends his honor in Mean Bean Machine until an earth-shattering discovery is made.

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[eclipsecrowned]

writing about valas' childhood is fun because sometimes it's him as a silly baby faced rich boy in his lil poofy velvet pants running around with boo in the city.

and sometimes he's sat staring autistically into a middle distance with his lil driders my first poison kit by malice d. designs. and my g*rions ward comes in after a long day of work asking what his son is up to. 'potion,' says the little man. ooh, says his father, greater healing? invulnerability? hill giant strength? valas says nothing, his tisms tisming as he inspects his beakers and kid sized alchemy tools. his father is so full of love for his clever little boy--

he pauses. sees the label on one of the glasses. vi, he calls, why does the baby have jal wun jivvin?

[dions-destiny]

art dump part 4

February 2023

[wyvolf]

Why he… why he >:(

(Also can u tell I used the smallest canvas sized possible I had to screenshot to make it look… a bigger size !)

[yourfavouritecharactersasdragons]

Oh my gosh, PLEASE do The Boiled One/Phen228 from Dr. Nowhere if you're able. I think it'd look SICK as a dragon

[leafy-allosaurus]

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐒

no Rain World rn, but dr ra g n

YES I KNOW WHAT A DRAGON IS FROM A WYVERN.

if anyone’s gonna complain about this im gonna grab them by the ankles and make you fall.

CLOSEUPS;

[tyrannic-prince]

Tentatively offers my pretty boy to you fishy loving folks 🐠💖

This is my boy Caspian or Cas for short. He's meant to be based on a lionfish, and I'm slowly tweaking his design so he reads as such 😅

I shan't bore you with his full backstory, so I'll give you a tl;dr version. Although hmu if you wanna hear all of his backstory 👀

In his official canon, Cas is an ex-Sun Pirate turned Revolutionary. He was framed for murder and has spent time in Impel Down. He is the doctor of the crew/The RA, and herbal/traditional medicine is his field of expertise. He loves plants and is very passionate about them, he will gladly infodump about them if you let him. He also really loves reading and is a huge bookworm. Oh, and he was an old friend/flame of Arlong at some point ❤️‍🔥

However, his lore/backstory is slightly different in my One Piece D&D game. He's a lot younger, he didn't join the Sun Pirates, although they did save him from being kidnapped when he was a child. Our pirate crew is called The Winged Wyverns, our ship is The Red Maw, and Cas is the first mate instead of the doctor.

Some of the hijinks that D&D!Cas has gotten upto include:

° Walked into the wrong restaurant and nearly getting killed by Celestial Dragons.

°Failed his Con save, got wasted and drunkenly joked that Blackbeard is his bestie. Now everyone believes that The Winged Wyverns and the Blackbeard Pirates are allies and is scared of us.

°Is currently pretending to be a CP0 agent and is enjoying scaring the shit out of local Marines

If anyone is taking commissions atm, lemme know because I'd love to get more art of my boy 🥺

Art by:

☆ _mythir

☆ chubbi-star

☆ cutetoboewolf

[journey-to-the-attic]

3rd anni req 2: [DRAGON AU] mammon / first encounter

ao3 link

note: requested by @whensam! i have to admit, i was hoping this'd pop up. i know i can write what i want, but i always feel i need an excuse anyway. you didn't indicate a preference for pov and i also just ended up wanting to do both, so this is a little longer than expected as a result!

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Baker's children don't make good hunters. We’re used to carrying sacks of flour, not sprinting across fields with pitchfork-wielding mobs in hot pursuit. We don't make good kindling, either, but that hasn't stopped about half the adults in the village - for shame, I'd say, if I had the breath to speak.

Here's the thing. Our village isn't exactly a popular spot by any definition of the term. We're too far from any big cities to make good business, we don't make much worth selling, and the people certainly aren't charming enough to warrant a detour.

More important, though, are the creatures we share land with. Through the grassland that border the crop fields, there are invisible lines drawn in the soil - ones that no one crosses.

These lines mark dragon territory, and everyone knows that a dragon would sooner eat you for breakfast than stop for a reasonable conversation. Reasonable conversation is not something I have the luxury of at the moment, which is why I’m already several hundred paces over the line.

Just fifty already takes you into the forest. I don’t hear footsteps in pursuit anymore - they’d have to be mad to follow me so far in, which is exactly what I'd been banking on. The issue now is that, rather than being pitchforked, or burnt at the stake, I’ll probably just get eaten instead.

I pick my way through rotting leaf litter and ridged roots before collapsing against an old oak, wondering if the moisture dripping from overhead is safe to drink - or at least to wash my mouth out with. Gnawing through rope seems like a clever idea until your teeth start bleeding.

I can’t stay here, I think. Dying now would be like letting them win. Then Dad will have smacked the alderman for no reason.

Just as I get back to my feet, something whooshes overhead. I freeze. Those wings were larger than any bird I’ve ever seen.

Surely it couldn’t see me through the leaves. I crouch low to the ground and try to hide in the undergrowth - the wingbeats disappear until all I can hear is distant birdsong.

At least they’re having a nice day. I duck my head and trudge through a hedge - and come face to face with a dragon.

“Argh!”

I leap backwards. Bad move. The sunlight falls across its pointed face just in time for me to watch its pupils expand into full moons, like a cat on the hunt.

It doesn’t pounce. It doesn’t charge, snap or growl. It creeps slowly, eyes fixed on me the whole way forward, as if making sure I know that I can’t escape.

Nowhere to run. I press my back against a wizened old pine and shut my eyes tight - throwing out an arm, as if that might shield me.

Nothing happens. Then something cold presses into my palm.

My eyes snap open. The dragon blinks down at me. Its eyes are such a deep shade of blue that it’s almost dizzying. Oh. Oh, okay.

Its - his? I wonder, noting the ridges on his nose - snout rests carefully in my palm. He seems to register me staring at him, and snorts. The hot air is just on the brink of scalding, but not quite enough to hurt.

Then, almost experimentally, he opens his mouth - a yawning chasm of teeth, poised as if to ever-so-gently bite off my head. Except he doesn’t do that. There’s no pain - no crunch of broken bone or split sinew - far from it. The dragon leans down, carefully hooks his teeth into the collar of my shirt, and takes off.

I’d have screamed if it wasn’t for all the air leaving my chest at once. The forest shrinks to a dark blanket beneath us faster than I can even register it happening, and I realise very quickly that I’d be dashed to bits if I so much as slipped.

Wyvern, says an unhelpful voice in the back of my head as we soar. The dragon’s white-and-gold wings blot out the sun, but they’re so brilliant that it’s hard to tell the difference. They’re good fliers.

Before long, the dragon lands - legs first, digging his talons deep into the soil as he skids to a stop. After a moment, he huffs, then (strangely gently) drops me in a heap on the stony ground.

There’s a rumble, a swoosh - then several thuds, a swoosh of wings. I watch a shadow fall over my field of vision, then slowly raise my head.

Oh, I think a little faintly. 

All sorts of colours, all sorts of demeanours. One in particular steps forward - dark, with crimson eyes, and the sort of air about him that tells me he's the leader. Boss, I'll call him, if only to settle my own nerves. The dragon that brought me here (Goldie, I decide, still trying to settle my breathing) steps forward with a sort of chirrup in greeting.

It's a spectacle, if nothing else. Here are seven dragons, horns and wings and all. I've heard cautionary tales and horror stories, but they never really tell you how majestic they look in real life - scales shinier than any jewel I could imagine. Marvels of creatures, really. If only I had the wits to appreciate it.

Boss is growling now - there's a sort of heat rolling off him in waves. Some of the feeling coming back to my numb legs.

If only I knew what they were saying...

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It isn’t often that the forest bears treasure - usually it’s all very boring things, like meat and berries and leaves. To be fair, Mammon's used to treasure of the shiny, golden kind - not this weird little critter crouched against a tree.

It smells faintly of smoke and burnt wheat. He stalks closer, but he's testing it more than anything - it doesn’t look like any prey he’s familiar with.

When he gets close, it sticks out a little starfish-shaped appendage and closes its eyes. He smells bitter fear now.

Is it greeting him? Telling him it isn’t a threat? That’s smart. He thought only dragons could be smart, but it’s not behaving - nor does it look - like any dragon he's ever met.

So he returns the greeting with his snout. He half expects to be stung, like the time Asmo brought that little spidery thing home, but all the critter does is look up at him fearfully.

Interesting. On a whim, he scoops the little round thing off, and decides to take it back home.

The weird not-prey goes still as soon as he takes off. Once home, he lets it disembark (drops it on the floor, though he tries to be gentle), then looks up to face his brothers as they land around him.

The others decide to keep their distance. Lucifer is the first to plod forward and investigate.

He sniffs carefully at the air, then makes a crackling noise somewhere at the base of his throat - which isn't usually a good sign.

“That’s a human, Mammon," He says, glaring at the little critter. It’s still sitting, frozen.

“It’s a what?”

“What’d you bring that for? Stupid.” Belphie settles back on his haunches, blowing out a puff of frost. “Can’t go around snatching humans. We’ll get hunted. Stupid.”

“Shut up,” He grunts. “And I didn’t snatch it. Found it walkin’ around in the forest.”

“That’s impossible,” Satan says nearly immediately. His tail swishes back and forth - slow and deliberate, an analytical glint in his clever eyes. “They don’t let their young anywhere near us.”

“Well, whaddya call this, then?”

The human - apparently - suddenly seems to regain use of its limbs. Springing to its feet (Levi shrinks back, crest flattering over his head), it stumbles for a moment, then abruptly ducks under one of Mammon's wings.

The rest of his brothers - who'd similarly drawn back - relax again with a simultaneous murmur of vague confusion. Mammon blinks. Then his tail starts flicking at the end - like it always does when he's pleased.

“...you are not keeping it,” Lucifer says, looking as if he'd very much like to fly off into the sunset.

“It might have a disease!” adds Asmo.

“I don’t care what any of ya say,” Mammon says stubbornly, snapping at Beel when it looks like he might creep in for a bite. “I’m not sendin’ it back to the forest. It’ll be dead in a day.”

"It might be dangerous," Levi hisses. "It's totally giving me the evil eyes."

"Stop scaring it, then,” Mammon says loftily. “Relax, ya big baby - You’ve got teeth bigger than its whole head.”

“You are not keeping it,” Lucifer says again, as if repeating himself will make him sound more in charge.

“Pfft. Can’t tell me what to do.” He snaps at Beel again. “Oi! No bitin’! Go raid your stash or something.”

Beel’s horns seem to droop a little. “...fine. C’mon, Belphie.”

“I was busy,” complains Satan with a huff as the twins flap off. "This is boring. I've seen deer carcasses more interesting than that weird little thing."

"Go look at your stinkin' carcasses, then," Mammon shoots back, fighting the impulse to spit something at him.

Satan does exactly that. Levi soon slinks off as well, apparently still intimidated - and Asmo seems to have disappeared as soon as he decided the human wasn't going to make a good accessory.

Lucifer, meanwhile, stands his ground. His tail is beginning to lash in agitation. If Mammon’s lucky, maybe he’ll even start spitting fire.

“I'm not gonna eat it,” He says stubbornly.

“I wasn't going to tell you to,” Lucifer replies, but he sounds very much like he’s considering it. “Belphie was right. If a hunter sees us with one of their young, they’ll take it as a threat.”

“Like we wouldn’t win,” He scoffs, sitting down with a thump. "Anyway,don't ya smell the fire on it?"

A single scarlet eye narrows a little. Evidently he hadn't - though Lucifer's always smelling smoke, by virtue of the literal furnace in his chest, so he can't really be blamed for not noticing.

The human is peeking out from beneath his wing with a little more bravado now. Lucifer eyes its round little face as if it might start spitting poison at him.

"...humans don't usually try to set fire to their young," Lucifer says after a moment. "You're sure she doesn't have anywhere to go?"

"Wouldn't've been in the forest if it— uh, she did." He glances down. "C'mon! Not like we don't have the space."

Lucifer is silent. Then he gives a long-suffering sigh - sending a plume of dark blue smoke into the sky - and bends down to the human’s eye level again.

“Will you behave?” Lucifer asks her severely, as if she can understand dragon-speak.

The human child blinks up at him. Then she reaches up and plants a hand on his snout.

Mammon holds his breath. After a moment, Lucifer’s wings flutter, then settle.

“I’m not having any part in this,” He announces, stepping back. “This is to be your responsibility only. Don't make any trouble for your brothers. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, yeah,” He says dismissively, occupied with keeping his triumph from showing in his tail. Got it.”

Lucifer glances down at the human one final time. “...take care of her.”

And off he flaps - to attend to his usual nighttime duties. He says he's keeping watch for danger, but mostly they seem to involve gazing darkly into the sunset.

With his brothers dispersed, Mammon takes a moment to actually consider his situation. He doesn’t actually know what taking care of a human child involves. He doesn’t know much about humans in general - it’s not like he usually pays them any attention. Maybe some of his brothers could give him some advice… if any of them were interested in the kid’s well-being, at least.

They’ll come around, He decides after a moment, unfurling his wings and attempting to nudge the human in the general direction of their living caves. First, I gotta figure out what these things eat…

[tobebrutal]

DARP Advent 2024 - Day One!

Get to know each other! FIRSTS AND FAVORITES!

preferred name : deeds. preferred pronouns : any / all. favorite dinosaur : dilophosaurus, solely because i want to believe jurassic park got it right despite knowing damn well they fucked it alllll up. what's the coolest rock you own or have seen : okay there's a story here.. i work at a school and about 5-6yrs back ? some lil shithead threw a rock at me from down the hall. i kept that sucker, drew a face on it, and it lives in my silly lil office now.

here is said rock, linked cause i don't wanna bombard dash.

what piece of media was your first experience with dragon age ? : origins what was your first dragon age game ? : origins which is your favorite da game ? : origins, awakening specifically what was your first da book or comic ? : the stolen throne which is your favorite da book or comic ? :  silent grove who is your favorite da character ? : woof.. okay, samson. shh. don't tell the others. what was your first ship ? romantic or platonic : zevran / warden what's your "forever" ship ? romantic or platonic : cullen / amell :'))) what is your favorite da-verse creature ? : wyverns. hands down.

what's the best advice you've ever gotten ? : " never respond to shade coming from trees that bear no fruit. " a silly quote i read once. it has a nice message at its core.

are you comfortable receiving feedback / asks from others as the event goes on and will request on certain days that other people reach out ? what are your boundaries ? if you're okay with asks / comments , are you okay with them from anyone or followers only ? : my only stipulation is that you look at me during.

share a picture of something you're excited about/something that you love!

this is my son, dr. pippin. he's smol and spoilt and he has a phat ass.

[orcinusrequiensis]

Kobolds: The First People to Fly

-Dr. Yigski Ot , Kobold Anthropologist

Throughout Terra's history, flight has been an extraordinarily crucial key to success. From the first birds and insects to fly, to the ancient dragon wars, and eventually the worldwide application of flight as primary transportation.

But among individuals, flight, specifically the ability to do so, has been seen in various different perspectives over time. Some saw flight as a source of pride, while others saw it as something that needs to be shunned, all of which have their own nuanced reasons.

Kobolds are known for many things on Terra, and much of it has become a source of pride, but flight in particular has always had a controversial stance. Flight itself has not come from one solid source among kobolds either.

From those born to fly, to those who make it themselves, kobolds have a long and winding history with the wind beneath their wings.

Birth by Flight

The first instance of kobold flight did not actually occur in any of the recognized sapient kobold species.

The first known flying kobolds are only known from the fossil record, where an ancient kobold relative, Dracodactylus iefretti sharing almost identical traits with the modern "common" kobold, aside from the lack of hands, being replaced by winged limbs.

Reconstructions of these fossils depict these ancient kobolds as arboreal creatures that rarely came in contact with the ground, instead sleeping in trees. This evidenced by the seemingly fragile body composition, even compared to kobolds, and the fossils' proximity to large fossilized tree remains.

Despite this adaptation, these kobolds did not survive long enough to make it to the modern day, and this is likely due to many factors. The aforementioned fragility likely made them severely vulnerable to predation. Fossil evidence also supports that these ancient kobolds were a prime target for large, extinct wyvern-class animals, such as Jogra's Foghunter; a large, gliding wyvern distantly related to the extant Highland Wyvern.

The lack of hands also meant reliable tool use was out of the question, and cranial scans suggest that these kobolds were not nearly as intelligent as known kobold ancestors. It is up to debate on whether or not these creatures were even a social species.

Glide of the Kobolds

Modern kobolds vary in flight in several different ways, which is paralleled by the wildlife in the environment around them. The only unmodified flying kobold species is the Jungle kobold, including all of its smaller subspecies, however the definition of flight in regards to these kobolds is loose.

Jungle kobolds are perfectly designed for their arboreal lifestyle in the southern jungles and rainforests of Terra. This flight is utilized to reach from tree to tree in the relatively dense jungle canopies.

They achieve this "flight" using their exaggerated cape of feathers which connects from their arms down to their back and tail. And because of the size of these "capes", it allows for the kobolds to use them as built-in gliding suits. This is, however, not flight, and is usually only considered as gliding. But some kobolds have maximized their usage of their feathers and arms, catching the wind just right, and using their arms to propel themselves up for longer. This takes rigorous training, and is incredibly resource intensive for kobolds, which have been adapted to a resource conservative lifestyle for as far back in the fossil record we can find.

So while this flight is very limited, and only occurs in specialized, trained kobolds, it is still considered flight.

Magicks: the Dragoning

The limitations of the mortal body have been challenged since the incorporation of magic into the lives of everyday people. Kobolds were the first to use magic to improve their harsh lifestyles, but humans were not far behind.

This only led to the competition of who can do what first increasing. Flight was no exception. While using magic to compete against gravity seems trivial by today's standards, for the time, flight magic was only in it's infantile stages.

Humans had a lot more resources, while kobolds had numbers. But what it really came down to was physique. And for once, the diminutive stature of kobolds came to their advantage.

In 2437 BD., an apprenticing kobold sorcerer by the name of Tyral Thornwig was experimenting in the courtyard of St. Gharel's School of Magick when the young kobold began drifting upwards into the sky. This was not the first time an apprentice of St. Gharel's found themselves floating away, but unlike those before her, apprentice Tyral found her way back to the ground by her own will. Through the manipulation of the air around her, the novice mage was able to lift herself off the ground and back down to it for a limited period. Her smaller size required less mana consumption, and a smaller risk of falling to her doom.

As rough and unpolished as it was, magical flight had been invented.

However impressive this was, and important going forward, it was heavily overshadowed by the dawn of the Age of Dragons in 2400 BD. a mere three and a half decades later.

True Dragons were the first sapient species that could definitively fly by their own means. And while it is true that their creation involved magical processes in the first place, their species was born to fly. Their hexapodal structure allowed them the inclusion of great, powerful wings without sacrificing fore or hind limbs.

And because of their original nature, docile and cooperative, True Dragons provided transportation that went unmatched, at least until modern day forms of travel. Most True Dragons were more than willing to provide safe transportation of humans, kobolds and cargo for long distances with little to no struggle, or seemingly any compensation in return.

And while the creation of True Dragons meant a lot for humans and kobolds alike, for kobolds, it meant the beginning of the draconic bloodline.

What's Left of the Dragons

However, as we all know, True Dragons are no longer around, at least in any capacity that they once were. After Dragon Fall, dragons were no longer the primary source of transportation, setting the world back by centuries of development.

What did persist, however, were Urds.

Urds, or urdism, is a magically originated mutation for kobolds, whereas the individual is born with an extra set of limbs that act as fully functional wings. Not only is this abnormal for a tetrapod animal, but these limbs are also the only synapsid limbs, or any sapient tetrapod limb that can be completely regrown after being removed from the body without magical intervention.

As expected, these kobolds were gifted with flight. But after Dragon Fall, Urdism was not seen in such a positive light. To many, it reminded of the horrible misdeeds of dragons, the memories of the destruction wrought upon their families, friends and ancestors. Some Urds were hunted for their mere existence, others for their valuable, abnormal wings, which were often sold in underground markets.

However, this unjustice upon innocent Urds woud not last forever. By 506 AD., discriminations against Urds as outlawed in all major provinces, and most minor. And while this did not make the world safe for Urds immediately, it was the start of greater change.

Today, Urds experience little to no discriminations in modern society, and remain the only people with natural-borne flying abilities.

Hot Oil and Gas

While Urds continued to exist, as well as the return of magical flight as a viable form of transportation, neither could match the results of the dragons.

By 530 AD., mechanical inventions began to take the world by storm, and flight once again became sought after. Kobolds were on the forefront of incredibly chaotic and often unregulated science. Many kobolds deserve to recognized for their contributions to the science of aviation. A few to mention would be:

Firewhyrl Tizto (546-561 AD): A kobold known for the invention of the hot air balloon. The invention came as a bit of an accident, as the original test was that of a parachute, but during one test, the parachute ended above an open flame, to which Tizto observed the rising properties of heat on the balloon. Weeks later, Tizto tested this again but with a basket and a controlled flame. The kobold was successful, but also failed to plan for what could have gone wrong. The weather conditions caused the balloon to veer very far off trajectory, causing the balloon to crash into a nearby mountain, catching fire. Tizto survived the crash, but died weeks later from their injuries.

"Crazy" Friyo (560-570 AD): A kobold with a short stature, short fuse, and short lifespan. Known by all to be profoundly ignorant and naïve, this kobold found himself in dangerous situations on the regular. However seemingly stupid he may have been, his extremes often broken barriers. His craziest, and final stunt involved him riding off of the edge of a cliff on a cycle with wings attached on both sides. The craziest part is that the cycle got decently far before the kobold plummeted to his demise. What exactly he was trying to prove is still a mystery. And despite how doomed he was from the beginning, he was remembered for his courage and creativity, no matter how foolish it may have been.

Goro & Pigie (572-??? AD): A pair of kobold inventors remembered as the "founders of modern aviation". These two were responsible for the invention of the first successful aircraft. Crafted by Goro (who happened to be an Urd), and piloted by Pigie, the aircraft took flight for the first time in 591 AD, and made several successful flights until 593 AD, when a separate pilot took the aircraft for a spin, causing it to crash. The original aircraft was only fit for a kobold, with the pitch and yaw controlled by the hands and arms of the pilot, and propelled by the legs, which attached to pedals. Said pedals could power propellers on either side of the wings. A later version of this aircraft would be larger, incorporated a half-manual, half-gas powered motor, and could fit multiple kobolds, or one average sized human, kat, or theropian. Goro & Pigie would make one final model, to which they used to fly across the Yandril's Strait. They were never seen again after this flight, and it is unknown if they truly made the flight, but kobolds claiming to be their descendants would share their stories several decades later.

Such inventions would be outclassed by the superior, more well-rounded designs born from the combined effort of humans and kobolds, but nonetheless proved their worth as important stepping stones in Terran's ever evolving aviation history.

The Modern Day

With modern day technology providing new forms of travel that outmatch even the dragons of old, the need for individual flight is far from necessary, and is seen more as a convenient commodity. Those who have it benefit from it, and those that don't, simply live life as is. In summary, flight has been ever evolving, with kobolds on the frontline with every step. As times continue to change, its no doubt that kobolds will continue to push the boundaries and challenge the definition of what it means to fly.