Flight of dragons
A wonderful commission was done by Warioya of my two characters Orlena and Yerana. Both sharing a flight and more. There is even a little it of story about them.
I will write out the story in more detail one day.
Anyway, story time.
The age of steam, gears and blood. A new era that was called in when the sentient creatures started to manipulate metal. The various species, elves, dwarfs, dragons began to embrace a new way of living. Out with the old gods and in with the metal. In the past Dragons where the stuff of horrors, massive, quadrupled beasts. Beasts that kept human children up at night, listening to horror tales of the old. Time, however, had a different tale to tell. When the various species met, began to socialise, love formed between them. First outlawed but only for so long. Without the need to demonise the other species, love won. Yerana, one of the gods who was long forgotten by the creatures. Saw the creation of a new Dragon. One that stood upright like an elf, but flew and breath fire like a dragon. The first coupling between a dragon and an elf produced one nest of such dragons. With Yerana’s guidance, the new breed of dragons multiplied and spread.
In the age of steam, they are crucial to the machines. What happened to the old dragons? Did they die out? Well, dragons are a strong race and stubborn. While the new breed kept on going, the Quadrupled kept among themselves. However in the age of steam, the old dragonkin risk seclusion from everyone. One kind spirit announced and Idea, To bound the old Quadrupled with another species. And thus the bound of rider and dragon is formed.
A few years later, the dragon and rider pair was an honoured bound. The two had enjoyed the same privileges of a marriage and a new surplus of jobs available. Scouting, delivery of valuable jobs and of course, the Corps. In the age of steam, giant airships where the master of the skies. But the king and queen? That where the riders and dragons of the corps. No airship could withstand a flock of fire-breathing dragons when combined with military tactics. This all because of one idea, one dragoness who thought of it.
Her name was too many Isabella. Her scales emerald green with a brilliant golden hue. Her eyes seemed to glow with youth and fertility that knows no boundaries. Often brave dragons, or even elves, Man or Women. All tried to get to be familiar with this dragoness. Only one dragon had the luck. Isabella was the first to offer herself for the cause, to become a rider. Who else could understand a dragon better than another dragon? On top of that, the two species of dragons fell out of touch.
Orlena was the first to be bound. She met Isabella out of town in the forest. She never knew why but she liked the green dragoness. They became friends, and when the law passed, they shared a bound saccate. A marriage of souls, enforced by magic. Those who can afford them can hire them. If there is a problem you need help with and have the cash. They will help. Just be sure your motives are clean. Isabella will know if they are not and she will gladly send you to the gods below.
Orlena and Isabella share everything but two little names, two ideas ancient. Two things Isabella locked away in her mind never to be found unless she wants them to be seen. First was her real name, the second was the name of her mate. Maybe one day, She will tell Orlena that Her name was made up. That Isabella carries an older name, that she can shift shapes. That she is Yerana Goddess of life, Goddess of fertility. That she and her mate keep the balance.
One day Orlena will know what she not only shares her soul to a god but in the bounds of the magic, she has a mate she never met. Lazeratus, goddess of death, decay and the end. Maybe one day she will know, will understand. But only if she is ready. Until that day. Yerana remains Isabella.
Orlena, Yerana © Me, Tretron
Art © waraioya origonal upload: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/26940010/
Story© Me.
I will write out the story in more detail one day.
Anyway, story time.
The age of steam, gears and blood. A new era that was called in when the sentient creatures started to manipulate metal. The various species, elves, dwarfs, dragons began to embrace a new way of living. Out with the old gods and in with the metal. In the past Dragons where the stuff of horrors, massive, quadrupled beasts. Beasts that kept human children up at night, listening to horror tales of the old. Time, however, had a different tale to tell. When the various species met, began to socialise, love formed between them. First outlawed but only for so long. Without the need to demonise the other species, love won. Yerana, one of the gods who was long forgotten by the creatures. Saw the creation of a new Dragon. One that stood upright like an elf, but flew and breath fire like a dragon. The first coupling between a dragon and an elf produced one nest of such dragons. With Yerana’s guidance, the new breed of dragons multiplied and spread.
In the age of steam, they are crucial to the machines. What happened to the old dragons? Did they die out? Well, dragons are a strong race and stubborn. While the new breed kept on going, the Quadrupled kept among themselves. However in the age of steam, the old dragonkin risk seclusion from everyone. One kind spirit announced and Idea, To bound the old Quadrupled with another species. And thus the bound of rider and dragon is formed.
A few years later, the dragon and rider pair was an honoured bound. The two had enjoyed the same privileges of a marriage and a new surplus of jobs available. Scouting, delivery of valuable jobs and of course, the Corps. In the age of steam, giant airships where the master of the skies. But the king and queen? That where the riders and dragons of the corps. No airship could withstand a flock of fire-breathing dragons when combined with military tactics. This all because of one idea, one dragoness who thought of it.
Her name was too many Isabella. Her scales emerald green with a brilliant golden hue. Her eyes seemed to glow with youth and fertility that knows no boundaries. Often brave dragons, or even elves, Man or Women. All tried to get to be familiar with this dragoness. Only one dragon had the luck. Isabella was the first to offer herself for the cause, to become a rider. Who else could understand a dragon better than another dragon? On top of that, the two species of dragons fell out of touch.
Orlena was the first to be bound. She met Isabella out of town in the forest. She never knew why but she liked the green dragoness. They became friends, and when the law passed, they shared a bound saccate. A marriage of souls, enforced by magic. Those who can afford them can hire them. If there is a problem you need help with and have the cash. They will help. Just be sure your motives are clean. Isabella will know if they are not and she will gladly send you to the gods below.
Orlena and Isabella share everything but two little names, two ideas ancient. Two things Isabella locked away in her mind never to be found unless she wants them to be seen. First was her real name, the second was the name of her mate. Maybe one day, She will tell Orlena that Her name was made up. That Isabella carries an older name, that she can shift shapes. That she is Yerana Goddess of life, Goddess of fertility. That she and her mate keep the balance.
One day Orlena will know what she not only shares her soul to a god but in the bounds of the magic, she has a mate she never met. Lazeratus, goddess of death, decay and the end. Maybe one day she will know, will understand. But only if she is ready. Until that day. Yerana remains Isabella.
Orlena, Yerana © Me, Tretron
Art © waraioya origonal upload: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/26940010/
Story© Me.
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