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All this tie and I still love this picture.
But no need to play favorites. Take both the sexy ladies!
You could always search for ‘male’ as well. X3
Man, there’s not enough Kobold PINGAS in that link. Ah, well. X3
Thanks. Also I think Kobold princess is based on the fiery one? Did anyone else knew about this fact?
cough ||Yes. ||
Are there any cool pics of one?
Kobold’s are hot regardless of their gender. X3
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@HorsesandMuchMOAR
Thanks for your appreciation. I sure love to twist fairy tales around, like Tolkien did.
@HorsesandMuchMOAR
“By now, Ingontios has reached the Sixteen Towers. He raised his shield, drew his sword towards Embras, and stepped in front of his brother. ‘What are you doing, Anomios?’ he cried out, ‘That dragon might have ripped you to pieces by now, if you do not kill it. Perhaps it has been left to starve, so that it would kill any intruder, or even that despotic princess, by now.’
“Anomios grabbed a crossbow, and shot a bird. He then fed it and some cakes in his pouch to Embras||, who heartily picked the bird clean of its guts||. ‘What are you two waiting for,’ the princess cried, ‘Just take me downstairs already, before some prince or captain will bring his army, and kill us all!’
“‘Stay back,’ Anomios told his brother. ‘This dragon will not tear me to pieces.’ He pushed his brother aside, drew his own sword, and cut Embras’ chains. Embras joyfully leaped to Anomios’ chest, and embraced him.
Varinniar was furious. Such is this servant boy, she thought, who would be mindless enough to risk his life to save a dangerous creature. What has gotten into him?
“‘Anomio, you idiot!’ the princess screamed. ‘You’re supposed to save me! Come back here!’
“‘Well, I will do it for you,’ Ingontios responded. ‘In fact, haven’t you remembered when we wrote letters to each other, and danced together? With the dragon out of the way, I will get you downstairs in no time, sweetie.’
“‘Oh, fine,’ the princess fumed. She hurried down the tower’s staircase, and both knight and princess snuck out of the fighting in the main hall through a backdoor, where Ingontios took a horse, and they rode out to safety.
“As for Anomios, he found that he is about to be cornered by Prince Daltorios’ army. ‘Do not worry,’ Embras assured him, ‘I still have some strength to carry you and fly out of the castle. Just trust me.’ Being surrounded by soldiers that he alone cannot defeat, he has no other option. He ran towards the battlements, and jumped off the wall. Embras flapped her wings, dodging arrows here and there, and the landed in a forest near the castle, where they navigated their way out.
“For rescuing the last surviving heir of the Lorinsolian Empire, Sir Ingontios was rewarded with much wealth and treasure, enough for him to buy a little parcel of land for his own. Varinniar has became a nicer person from her friendship with Ingontios, and they married and started their family a few years later. Their descendants became a family of poets, artists, and scholars, some of which tried to improve the Lorinsolians’ livelihoods.
“Sir Anomios was given a lesser prize for aiding Ingontios’ efforts; even though he was supposed to lead the brothers, he did not rescue Varinniar, and so he was given lesser amounts of money. But he used it to buy his family an estate on an island, where he commissioned a school nearby for the fisher-folk who live along the coast. Embras was appointed as the guardian of Anomios, his wife, and his heirs, and was also hired to keep the island’s students in line – everyone knows that people tend to be scared of any kind of dragon, even if they are generally harmless, are they not?
“And even in their prosperity, the two brothers never forgot their friendship, as they lived not-so-happily ever after. It would not really be the end of their tales, nonetheless.”
This silly picture would be a playful inversion of the classic princess-dragon-knight tale, that it would make a good writing prompt!
Edited because: To emphasise my purpose for the story-comment: that picture is a good writing prompt!
“Among these claimants were two brothers, Sir Anomios and Sir Ingontios, who fought their way up the fortress-hill, cutting and hacking the guards and their enemies’ soldiers, for their task is to evacuate the king’s last remaining heir from the bloodshed in his palace. At their destination were several towers, where the sixteen heirs of the king (born and adopted) resided and watched the splendid realm around them.
“Of these towers only one was still inhabited, the home of the renowned poet Princess Varinniar. Every heir is given a pet dragon as a symbol of succession (as were some of the officials who became the warlords fighting outside), so Varinniar’s dragon is a grumpy blue dragoness who was as tall as a dresser. But Varinniar hated dragons, and all reptiles in general, so she hired someone to feed and clean the dragon.
“Sir Anomios remembered her, and remembered his miserable days as an animal feeder. Those were before the day after the king’s death, when the royal court erupted into a bloodbath, forcing him and his brother to flee the castle to Anonantios. That dragon, Embras, was nobody’s favourite, but his. None of the animals of the castle – and not even the smarter animals like the steeds, parrots, gryphons, apes, and dragons – could appreciate his care, save Embras alone.
“His affection is towards another woman, and not towards any of the princesses or even Embras at all (if you are asking). But the sight of Embras chained next to the tower by the neck, like a dog, was quite pitiful for even a battle-hardened troop as him.
Now, Princess Varinniar is crying out, ‘Finally, some people to save me from this dreary, dire dump of a home, and from all the backstabbers and tyrants who squabble all over the throne room!’
“She turned towards Anomios and Ingontios. ‘Can someone escort me down the tower?’ she cried. ‘I don’t - want - that - flying alligator - to eat me up!’ This irritated Embras, who shouted back, ‘At least my kind never eats humans!’
“Anomios spoke back to the princess, ‘I am sorry, my lady, but you are not the one I am looking for. My prize is your dragon – I don’t want her to languish here amid the violence, or be abused by its winner in some way.’
‘She was never mine to begin with! I just want to leave the palace. Just … take me with you, out of here!’
Pony down, pony down.
In a cool sort of was.
(Don’t call Princess Ember Dragoness cute, she doesn’t quite like that…)
She also cute.
She is