Nearly forgot to post this! But this is the lineart I did for Fr user Feet's gen1 imperial, Being. I wanted to post their lines separately because it was my favorite part of the commission to work on, and some of the details got lost with the colouration :)
#it all makes sense now #hes a july cancerian... an only child.. way too tall for me but shhh... #can drive (heart eyes) #smart (heart eyes) #fave colour is pink (intellectual)... #i will now hypefixate on this man for the next 24 hours.. maybe longer for research purposes.. #and also the rest of the group so i can finally remember everyones names bc i only remember like 3/4 people at this point :( fake fan #fr tho he's like 20ish cm taller than me... idk what that is in the imperial system but hello? #lola.txt #delete later #also visual similarities between him and someone else hmmmm much to think abt
for @seafaremarketplace ‘s dragon a day challenge, here’s one of my four clan leaders, Zaffre! I already drew Tamarind for Nature dragon and the other two leaders are my progens who you’ll hopefully see later this week haha
Zaffre is a big-hearted and eccentric plague* imperial who always had dreams of running her own ragtag band of dragons out in the wilderness. She did some travels around Sornieth before ultimately deciding she was happiest in Wind, where she eventually met Moraine and the other future leaders of Florabrisa!
*despite being plague, she ended up having an affinity for lightning magic and fully embraced that aesthetic c:
And they inspired me to write! For the first time in ages. Since I liked them so much and plan on keeping em, I figured I write some lore! I’ll put it under the cut. Hope you enjoy!
Sparrow rested in the calm and warm nesting grounds. Lush, shaded, and quiet, it never failed to bring a sense of peace. The imperial gazed upon the two eggs resting in their nest, smiling warmly. Sparrow has had a fair number of children, each one dear to his heart, and each one deeply loved. No matter how many eggs he tends and cares too, each one will always be precious to him. And it was no different with his two newest. He reached for and gently caressed the shell of the one nearest to him, his strong palm and sharp claws gently and lovingly rubbing the unborn hatchling. Despite how much bigger he was than the small thing, he wasn’t nervous, his mate never failed to give them the most perfect eggs. Their shells were warm and firm, almost humming with life, and their leaves practically glowed with their health; vibrant, lush, and a beautifully deep green. The eggs she produced were the very peak of what a nature egg should look like. And never once were their children born weak. Everyone popped out of their shells as any nature dragon should. Full of life.
Sparrow sighed deeply. He was beyond grateful for this, as he always worried his blood, his magic or just, his very being, would somehow cause the opposite. A fear that never truly went away, no matter how many children she mothered with him. His mate, his LittleKeeper, was something so special compared to him. She was deeply loved and respected, mysterious and powerful, yet gentle and warm. Some even go as far as to say she must have been some powerful spirit in service to the Glademother herself, yet chose to place herself in the vessel of a dragon. Where she stood, if she willed it, plants grew and flourished almost rapidly, even in the plaguelands, despite the lands claiming them almost as quick as they can grow. She can come and go as she pleases, almost seeming like a trick of the eye, forever leaving you unsure if you truly saw her or not. She is a living, breathing spirit, a perfect being that must have been made by the Gladekeeper herself; and he’s nothing more than a simple plague.
He’ll never not be humbled by her love. She comes and goes as she pleases, some dragons sometimes going days, weeks, or even months without seeing her. Yet, she shows herself to him the most often. She disappears on him as well, sometimes going weeks without seeing her, but never a whole month. LittleKeeper always sneaks her way into his den at night, where they lay together, sleeping with each other in the most innocent meaning of the term. Embraced in the warm comfort of love as they sleep. And sometimes, after these nights, he’d wake up at the break of dawn, as if being called by something, and he’d find her in the nesting grounds, lovingly brooding over their newest clutch. Much like this newest one. They’d spend the morning together, only for her to leave once the sun has fully risen, and disappear for days again. Sparrow has long gotten used to caring for the eggs mostly on his own. He’s endlessly grateful to the nursery workers, he can always trust his young to them as he takes on his guard shifts. Lepus especially was always kind enough to make him up a makeshift bed if he wished to sleep curled around his eggs. Despite this, it wasn’t completely uncommon for LittleKeeper to check on them. If anything, her visits excited him endlessly. The first visit always meant the eggs were at their halfway point, shifting and soft noises being felt and heard during moments of peaceful silence. And her second visit? Always excited him most.
Much like now
The soft footsteps across the soft, loamy ground snapped Sparrow out of his deep thoughts, his gaze turning toward the source. His heart leaped, his eyes wide and smile wider as he saw his beautiful mate walk up to him and their brood. The wildclaw smiled warmly, leaning her head up to lovingly caress cheeks with her Sparrow. He pulled away, looking at her with anticipation. “My love...is today the day?” Sparrow asked, his voice heavy with his building excitement. LittleKeeper chuckled warmly, nodding softly as she moved close to the eggs, leaning down to lovingly nuzzle each one. And almost as if spurred on by their mother’s gentle encouragement, a sharp cracking sound broke the calm silence of the nesting grounds. Sparrow and LittleKeeper both watched in awe as each egg began to shake and crack open with new life. The first egg shook and rolled constantly, the shell finally giving way as a little clawed foot kicked it’s way out. Sparrow gasped softly. A wildclaw. It wasn’t often they had one, so despite how special each of their children were to them, these were always just a little more so. After a moment more of struggling, another little foot broke loose. Sparrow found himself chuckling as he watched the little one try to stand, despite half of its body still being encased in its shell. He decided to let it try its best, and couldn’t help his bellowing laughter as it did manage to stand, only to immediately fall backwards, and crack open the rest of the egg upon impact. The little thing turned and scrambled to right itself before standing on their still wobbly feet. It took a couple of steps before falling back on its rump. Both parents smiled as the hatchling starred up and chirped sweetly at them. The tender moment was quickly interrupted as the second egg let out an equally loud crack. LittleKeeper smiled and leaned her head down, smiling at the little head that managed to break out. It blinked it’s bleary eyes, slowly adjusting to the new light before looking up at their mother. The imperial hatchling mewled sweetly, leaning forward to try and receive more affection, only to roll forward, and into their sibling, the impact breaking the rest of the hatchling free.
Soon, both babies were born, and being lovingly coddled by their mother, as their father watched on lovingly. “They’re beautiful, as always, my dear." Sparrow spoke softly, his head leaning down to lovingly press against his mate's. "...Thank you." LittleKeeper hummed softly, returning the affections. “They’re just as much your doing, my darling. They carry your gentle spirit, I can feel it.” The wildclaw replied smoothly. Sparrow shuddered softly as she spoke, the sound of her voice being even rarer than her presence. It was like the wind in the trees, the breeze through the grass. Like the scent of a rose and the song of a bird, and over all like her; Beautiful. It never failed to bring him near to tears. LittleKeeper gazed at the resting hatchlings, a smile spreading on her lips. "...They're gonna be special, I can tell." Sparrow chuckled warmly, moving to rest against his mate lovingly. "Aren't they all, though?" LittleKeeper closed her eyes, resting her head against Sparrow, and tail and wing around their babies. "Yes. Because they're ours."
Maybe it was because he heard her speak so much for the first time in months, maybe it was the emotions of fatherhood, but Sparrow wept happily as he gazed upon his little family. He wrapped himself as close as he could around them, never wanting to let them go.