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Difficult Person Test

"Yeaa...can't deny that."

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Picrew time

//Surprisingly accurate ;o wish it the ashen skin tone wasn't completely grey though, had to go with pale.

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"I think you'll find more success looking for them in a store and simply buying one. You may notice, but it's not like dragons are the only ones with horns around, it's more common than you might believe.", he smiled, leaning back and crossing his legs.

"And I think that's a natural assumption.", he shrugged, tapping his horn. "What if you lost your ears, or your nose? Were like birds? Wouldn't you find it weird, as if you were missing something? Of course, you would get used to even that in time, but...same concept."

He brought his fingers to his lips next, his sharp eyes falling on to the woman once more. With a lot of... appreciation in his gaze.

"Once you develop your powers more, shape shifting won't be difficult you know. Although I think you look quite charming as you are, it's all up to you."

"Scale lotion..? I wouldn't necessarily trust anything with this amount of conditions.

Taking care of your scales is easy. Wash and brush them."

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'I mean, that's what I had been doing prior to this...for the most part.'

Admittedly some of the scales on her arms and feet had nasty chips. They were her armor, there was no way they would be perfect in comparison to someone who never saw combat-

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The man couldn't help but laugh lightly at her admission. Mostly because it's hardly surprising at all.

"I see, humans really do be comfortable being all smooth everywhere. Ah, you get used to them.", he mused as he ticked his own with a flick of his fingers.

"Petty is fine too, not everything has to be super serious and important. Your horns aren't very wide, so if you get one of those very fluffy pillows you can sink inside, I think you'll be able to get a comfortable sleep. I know some dragonbloods that use them, they seem to do the trick.

For me it's a little harder, but I was born with my horns, so my neck adjusted to sleeping on my back all my life."

"Scale lotion..? I wouldn't necessarily trust anything with this amount of conditions.

Taking care of your scales is easy. Wash and brush them."

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'I mean, that's what I had been doing prior to this...for the most part.'

Admittedly some of the scales on her arms and feet had nasty chips. They were her armor, there was no way they would be perfect in comparison to someone who never saw combat-

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"I can tell, you're obviously taking care of yourself well." He nodded appreciatively.

"The horns honestly need much more attention than the scales do. They are every dragon's pride. Some like to decorate them with jewelry too."

"Scale lotion..? I wouldn't necessarily trust anything with this amount of conditions.

Taking care of your scales is easy. Wash and brush them."

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'I mean, that's what I had been doing prior to this...for the most part.'

Admittedly some of the scales on her arms and feet had nasty chips. They were her armor, there was no way they would be perfect in comparison to someone who never saw combat-

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This is your daily reminder that Igris'Ir is quiiite handsome.

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"Come on, baby girl, you gotta set them ablaze first~"

✂️ Igris, but Fran?

'...There's too much. This would get in the way in a fight - '

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8. Mydei (actually I'm more excited for Phainon but maybe the story might change my mind XD)

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//It was Igris's turn for a work sketch =v=

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Everyone was celebrating the festivities of the Snowdown. Smiles, laughter, gifts and drinks till the late nights of the hour and till the morning comes. It was beautiful, it was peaceful, kind, loving.

Igris'Ir took no part of it. His red eyes observed a town down the hill, lit up even in the middle of the night with lanterns and torches, and he could almost hear the people and the music.

Almost.

In truth, it was dead silent where he was right now, sitting on the nicest rock he could find up the hill's plateau, with the nicest view. The shadows were heavy, for the moon shone brightly, enlarged and red in the sky, a crescent of omen and death.

Dead silent besides the hums of a song that came from his lips, as he wiped the blood off his blade meticulously.

"My heart is strong...my faith goes on...

But if my world is threatened...

I'll fight the fight...they'll pay the price..."

Around him lay a hundred demons.

Around him lay a hundred corpses.

Cut and torn to a thousand pieces, a pool of blood, of guts, of scorching ash. For as long as the world exists, they will be those that seek to feed on it.

And as long as they exist, Igris'Ir will continue to feast.

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"Cometh The Hour"

//Sometimes I get the hardcore Igris muse out of the blue.

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FEAST, GLADLY / MOON STEALER / WARM BLOODED

i hold werewolves as both a symbol of transformation and of self-actualization; they are the other, and the beast, and they are us. this art was created for october’s print club; it was also created for me (and for you).

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At some point during the night, with the downpour not stopping for a second, Igris senses a presence close to him.

He opened his eyes slowly, his gaze falling on a great grey wolf, right at the entrance of the alcove. Her eyes were piercing him, but she neither growled nor was she positioned aggressively. She simply observed. Him, and her cubs.

Igris made no movement at all, and said nothing either. He simply smiled. It had been the best case scenario, thankfully.

Many minutes passed like this, with neither of them moving nearly at all. Then, she approached, smelled him, smelled the cubs one by one, the dragonborn letting her do her thing without interruptions. And finally, she laid next to him and close to the fire herself.

He closed his eyes once more after that, it was still a long time till dawn..

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The large man was staring up at the murky, dark sky, as water fell endlessly from it. He had found a little cave, barely an alcove into the mountain side, keeping himself somewhat dry, even as he sat on the damp earth.

Water from the sky didn't bother him, you couldn't drown in it, it couldn't grab your legs and pull you deep till you were lost in the darkness.

He raised a hand over his chest, as if Instinctively protecting himself, although there was no change in his expression...

Suddenly, little yelps pulled him out of his thoughts. He lowered his eyes to see a few wolf cubs hiding behind the rocks, drenched to the bone. Their mother was nowhere in sight, nor could he smell her. At best, they were separated. At worst....

They probably got attracted to his glow and heat in their desperate search for warmth. Experiencing this kind of storm wasn't good for such little things, getting sick without even a mother's protection meant death.

But, they were too afraid to approach...until one of them made its way to him. Carefully, scared, jumping back and forth a lot of times. Yelping constantly as if trying to seem big and strong and dangerous.

Igris couldn't help a little chuckle. "If only you could see how much of a tiny furball you are, you brave little thing.." Yet, he didn't move at all, simply stayed still as the minutes passed, keeping his gaze to the little cub.

Eventually, even among the many sounds of his siblings, possible protests, warnings and fears, he made his way to Igris. He smelled her, touched him, and ran around him. This went on for a few minutes, and the other cubs followed their brother into the welcome dry alcove.

The dragonborn gave them time to get used to the place, and him. To communicate with each other, to decide, to get comfortable. He then pet the first one carefully, and even though the little one jumped back scared the first time, he approached slowly for the second, and leaned into the giant's hand.

He took some jerky from his pack and shared it with them. Little things were nearly crying as they were eating. He also breathed a small fire into some of the wood, offering them some more warmth.

It wasn't long before they were all perched on him in one way or another, sleeping. The man sighed with a small smile, closing his eyes as well.

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Anne Michaels, from "Infinite Gradation," originally published in October 2017