Hello and welcome to Dragon-Lovers-Welcom. If you love dragons, no matter what type size or colour, well then this is the group for you.
All Dragon picturers are allowed no matter the media or is its mature, so long as the artwork is something you CONSIDER PROUD OF.
Deviations are limited to 4 per day, and please make sure you are putting stuff in the right folder otherwise it will be declined.
PLEASE DONT SUBMITT DRAWING ON LINED PAPER, thanks.
Have fun and enjoy your stay
Here are some rules of play
Please try to submit into the right folders, if you are unsure about where something goes, just ask, however it is prety straight forward but its ok we dont bite....much.
please note: animations folder is for actual animations not dragons from animations such as pictures of spyro etc. that goes under the fan art folder (so many people do this)
please no ripping each others throats out, we are all dragons, lets be honest here, no one cares who has the biggest wings or the sharpest teeth lets all just get along.
limited to 4 submissions a day and are subject to vote
most importanitly have fun and let us know if you have any problems, suggestions or if you just want to say hai.
At NightStop it!At Night by Bahogar
Step back. Now.
Look around you. Inspect the deserted, run down street. A few months ago, you'd never have ventured in this no-go zone. See the streetlights, they're down. It's the night.
Look down now. This piece of meat lying here, that seem so appetizing, look at it. Think, instead of sniffing it. Who could have dropped it there? A merchant? Don't be stupid. Such feasts don't lie on the ground.
Don't eat. Come closer and sniff. Is there a strange smell? Stop thinking only of eating it, focus dammit!
Yes. There, bitter almond. They would rather see you dead now. Back, leave the meat where it is. Are you still hungry now ? Scan the shadows, is someone watching you? Hide. Be careful, caution is the only thing that keeps you alive. That, and the hunger that digs in your stomach.
Check that the street is deserted. Walk along the wall on your right. Stop, it's too well-lit now. The roof! Climb. Three steps, that's enough. Don't make noise, don't use your claws on the tiles.
The keeper of MythsIt was the beginning of the night in San Francisco, and David had decided to enjoy the last evening before the February vacation to frolic in Chinatown during the celebrations of the Chinese New Year. Although he lived in a student room near the university, a passer-by mislead by the darkness could almost take him for a local resident while he stroke the head of a stone dragon or a carved wooden pillar, his dreamy look sweeping over the illuminated avenue. His ancestors, Chinese immigrants at the time of the Far West, had indeed left him a pale complexion, slanted eyes, and stiff jet black hair he liked to wear mid-length, tied in a ponytail. But he had no recollection of his origins, and it was as a tourist, enjoying the colorful spectacle of the festival, that he strolled on the still crowded and busy streets despite the late hour. He was alone, for even though he was soft and pleasant, he was rather lonely.The keeper of Myths by Bahogar
The firecrackers boomed, screams for good fortune in Chinese rang out, New Y
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