Tumgik
#dragonflight
lynaiss · 2 days
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Home
How I imagined Wrathion's story in Dragonflight before the expansion came out.
60 notes · View notes
wallofnoises · 1 year
Text
Oh okay
Tumblr media
10K notes · View notes
mikaelhankonen · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
Ysera, Guardian of the Dream
Love her most out of all the aspects :3 Can't remember the last time I properly drew as well so it was nice to finally finish something. :)
481 notes · View notes
koltira · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
4K notes · View notes
peculiaraly · 12 days
Text
Tumblr media
Daughter of the Sea 🌊
313 notes · View notes
claret-ash · 1 month
Text
Tumblr media
Wrathion, dancing over the seas of Azeroth. 🌅
281 notes · View notes
californiasplit · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media
i like him your honor
218 notes · View notes
cyborgraptor · 4 months
Text
I was really expecting this to happen instead.
316 notes · View notes
wishnianart · 1 year
Text
Sketch with dragons
Tumblr media
accidentally reflected the art so the signature turned into a set of letters lol
1K notes · View notes
wentian · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media
[Ask Mon-Ark if they are a king or a queen] I AM MON-ARK! 👑 [Accept their sovereign authority]
2K notes · View notes
laurenwalshart · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
Do you trust me?
2K notes · View notes
dandelionandkrindle · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
The Emerald Dream
The Emerald Dream is a vast and ever-shifting dimension of spirits and nature magic that defies mortal perceptions of reality. Time and distance hold no meaning in this intangible realm, and a day in the physical world feels like decades in the Dream.
310 notes · View notes
dama624 · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Valdrakken is huge just like its dragons
Tumblr media
2K notes · View notes
birmit · 1 month
Text
Tumblr media
“I was a little snake when my masters built walls and citadels to protect the hatching lands. Thank you for helping the old one see another heartbeat at the end of her days.”
“I don’t believe it happened,” Emmy pressed the bundle to her chest. The child in the tissues moved. It... she reached for the warmth, as if she felt the proximity of the scales of the dragon's body. Only the tail, which was already covered with keratinized scales, showed up. It won’t be long before they stretch out and get stronger, turning into spines or a fin.
Emlyonormu was relieved when she felt the beating of life in her hands. This burden was replaced by a new one, filled with anxiety about responsibility. And the awkwardness of some moments.
. . .
“There are children by nature, Emlyonormu from the Bronze Dragonflight. And there are children from the heart. You have the right to give this one her first name.”
The brood mother raised her cane in a trembling hand, as if blessing both Emmy and this child. The dragoness looked again at the fabrics under which the tiny creature was hiding. Heat was brewing within her. With every second, with every breath, the newborn absorbed the life of Azeroth.
Emlyonormu raised her palm and gently touched the bundle of fabrics with her clawed fingers. She made her decision.
“Eliot, she…”
“Yes, this happens.”
Tiny paws and a head appeared in the light. Hands and head. In the form of a mortal.
“I heard that sometimes they take on the guises of those who have been closest to them for a long time,” Eliot began to wail, stroking Emmy-Lee’s shoulder, but then looked at her with a stern look, “This is an unconscious step. But not evil.”
“But in the egg…”
“She was an ordinary dragon. Who knows how such a small portion of water from the Halls could have affected her. Really, Emmy, the child has just appeared, and you are already so strict with her!”
Emlyonormu pursed her lips, looking at the girl in her arms. Everything about her was mortal, but the scales and compaction of future horns covered everything human and elven, leaving no doubt. The child shrank and wrinkled her tiny nose. She was Green, and she was already having her first real dream.
“Well, what name will you give her?” the mother of the brood had been waiting for this day for so many years that she did not want to delay the most important thing.
“Fir,” Emlyonormu answered easily. She was almost sure that it was the girl herself who suggested this name to her, “For now she will be a little Fir.”
165 notes · View notes
theruiexe · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
2K notes · View notes
jackojonzz · 10 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
charmers
534 notes · View notes