So I've been writing a Dragon story but I'm having trouble trying to find pictures of the dragons I'm imaging for my story. Would someone mind drawing the dragons.
Here's part of my dragon story:
Sara looked up at her mate in dragon form. Markus her mate was a foot taller than her 12 foot dragon form. He was also a foot taller in human form she was only her 5‘4 in human form. Sara was a forest green dragon with a light green belly and Markus was a pure black dragon.
He gave her a sad smile then set his snout on her head between her two horns.
She looked at their new egg. She had a decision to make the new queen demanded that all her loyal subjects give one of their hatchlings to the new queen’s court.
She thought of her daughter who wanted to be a scholar and wanted to study with the humans below their cave.
Her son on the other hand wanted to train in the queen’s army. Who knows why?
Markus slithered his tongue around one of her horns to get her attention.
She stopped staring at their egg to look up at her mate again. “Yes, Markus?” she asked.
He slithered his tongue around her snout, into her opened mouth and around her tongue, to kiss her and relax her. “Be not afraid, my love” he whispered in her mind, “Everything will work out.”
He didn’t speak out loud very often, he mostly spoke in minds. Because of a neck wound, his brother sliced his vocal cords during a sparring match in vengeance because his brother thought Markus had done something to his brother’s girlfriend at the time.
She cuddled closer to him, he pulled her as close as he could without hurting her. She turned her snout away from him to face their egg and breathed fire and magic on it, from the safety of her mate’s arms. She wasn’t ready to step out of his hold just yet.
He walked the two steps to their new egg, with his mate in his arms.
(Please message me if your interested in drawing the dragons)
|I'm a reader and writer. After I get my other stories edited I will be posting them. Now I can't draw but I can mimick. I won't be posting drawings/paintings, I'm sorry. I'm just not good enough to do my own.|