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 are subject to vote
PLEASE DONT SUBMITT DRAWING ON LINED PAPER
NO ANTHRO DRAWINGS 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.
|Contest coming soon|
-will be celebrating reaching 500 members
-conditions are a drawing fully coloured showing the friendship of dragon and another character/creature
Dear ArianaDear Ariana,Dear Ariana by thwackcrackers
I write to you to inform you that I am alive and well. My heart crumbles knowing how far away you are and even as I write this my tears stain the paper. Sometimes I feel like I can smell your perfume over the winds, and that puts my worry to rest. This war has brought with it much heartache and dilemma on both the moral and strategic ground and I fear I don't have much time. The dragons have broken through the barricades and are vastly approaching Shao Caelora.
But Ariana, pray, have no fear. We have fallen back to The Peak. The eagles believe that if we fortify our position enough we can make our final stand here. Doubt clouds my mind. The dragons outnumber us substantially and the army grows weary. My love, I need you to heed my warning. Shao Caelora is no longer safe, regardless of what the officers say. I want you to get the girls, go to Bayport Landing, and take ship to Gavania.
The dragons will not p
Orenmir: Chapter 1Orenmir: Chapter 1 by thwackcrackers
Grayson hurriedly squeezed through the narrow throng of gleeful townsfolk flooding their way out of the Archbell District. The involved labyrinth of streets slanted smoothly westward, tearing through a clustered thoroughfare of businesses and taverns, and feeding directly into the city's Port District. An assembly of banner-strewn naval ships proudly gathered in the harbor, returning home after a victorious and sanguinary crusade against the united city-states of Foloras across the Dark Expanse far to the west.
The unceasing quarrel which bloodied the waters of the Dark Expanse for five onerous years was hailed victorious and was ultimately brought to a hard-fought resolution. Even now, across the glistening ocean, the Folorasians mourned over their casualties and doused themselves in the reeking failure of pitting their laughably piteous navy with the mighty ships of the City of Oaths. With a dexterous slink, Grayson dissolved himself away from the roaring crowd, nestling attent
Nathaniel, Dragon Hunter Pt. 2"Hey there, little one. Are you alright?"Nathaniel, Dragon Hunter Pt. 2 by MichaelArchangelus
I stared blankly up at the human.
"That was quite a fall you took. Are you injured?" He asked, still standing a comfortable distance away.
I snorted. Of course I wasn't alright. I was muddy, and cold, and hungry, and alone, and my head really hurt. I removed my claws from my skull and looked down at them; red smears of blood stained my palms.
"Ooh, that looks like a nasty gash. Mind if I take a look at it?” The human asked, stepping towards me.
“Stay away from me!” I yelled in fright, scrambling scrambling back from the man. One of my claws slipped in the mud, and I quite elegantly flailed around for a moment before regaining my balance, leaning against the tree behind me.
He stopped and held his hands up in front of him. “Peace, young one. I’m not going to hurt you,” he said calmly. He stared into my eyes for a while before continuing. “That is a pretty big wound on your head though,” he c
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