Thank you so much, I didn’t think you guys would like the design so much 
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Smaugust Day 1
Seadeus - The Primordial Sea Dragon
The salt-laced wind whipped through the drying nets strung between weathered wooden posts, carrying the scent of brine and fear. Old Man Tibbs, his face a roadmap of sun-creased wrinkles, squinted at the horizon, his gnarled hand clutching a rusty harpoon.
“It’s coming back, isn’t it, Tibbsy?” a woman’s voice, sharp with dread, cut through the air.
Tibbs spat a stream of tobacco juice into the sand. “Aye, Maura. That beast has a taste for our hauls, and maybe our docks too, judging by the splintered pilings.” A low groan rumbled from the crowd gathered, a collective sigh of despair.
Suddenly, the water churned, not with the angry thrashing of the monster they feared, but with a gentle, majestic swell. The waves parted, revealing scales the color of the deepest ocean, shimmering like polished jewels under the midday sun. A head, crowned with intricate coral formations and eyes like molten gold, rose from the depths. Seadeus. The primordial sea dragon, magnificent and ancient, filled the villagers’ vision.
“Oh, you worrywarts,” a voice, deep and resonant like the ocean’s hum, echoed across the water, carrying a hint of amusement. “Did you honestly think I’d let some glorified squid-beast ruin my favorite napping spot?” A tiny, almost imperceptible flick of her colossal tail sent a spray of iridescent water arcing over the village, a playful warning. “Hmph. Grrr. It’s truly an inconvenience, isn’t it? Such a ruckus for a creature barely strong enough to scrape barnacles off my scales.”
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Smaugust Day 2
Amatsu- The Primordial Sun Dragon
The azure canvas of the sky stretched limitlessly, a painter’s dream brushed with wisps of cloud like forgotten strokes. Then, a shadow, not of cloud, but of something far grander, eclipsed the sun itself. Amatsu, the very air around him shimmering with his heat. His scales, a vibrant ruby, caught the light, each one a tiny sun, while the golden spikes around his head gleamed like a celestial crown. A soft, rumbling vibrated through the air, a sound born of pure, unbridled power. “Another perfect day,” Amatsu rumbled. “Is there anything more glorious than this?” He tipped a wing, a colossal expanse of scarlet and black, and plummeted, the wind whooshing past his mighty form. A flash of light caught his eye below, a faint, almost imperceptible shimmer. He narrowed his golden eyes. “What’s that? A new sun, perhaps? Or merely a fool seeking glory?” He let out a deep, booming laugh, a sound that made the very clouds tremble. “Such audacity. They never learn, do they?”
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Day 3- The Primordial Earth Dragon “Venyst”
The wind, a crisp breath from the highest peaks, threaded through Venyst’s scales, each one a polished facet of amethyst catching the dawn. Below her, the craggy slopes of the Whisperwind Mountains unfolded, a tapestry of ancient granite and emerald moss, dotted with the deep purple glow of crystalline flora that pulsed with the mountain’s own heartbeat. A low, resonant hum vibrated in her chest, a contented thrumming that echoed the quiet power of her domain. Sunlight, a golden anointing, warmed her immense, body as she layed down on her favored ledge, a natural throne carved by millennia of wind and ice.
A distant, metallic CLANG shattered the morning’s serenity.
Venyst’s head, adorned with delicate, vines that swayed in the breeze, snapped up. Her eyes, pools of molten amethyst, narrowed. “Really?” she rumbled, the sound like boulders shifting. “Must they always be so… loud?”
Another CLANG, closer this time, followed by the distinctive SCRAPE of metal on stone. A faint, acrid smell, like burnt iron and desperation, drifted on the wind.
“Ugh,” she sighed, a puff of amethyst-tinged mist escaping her nostrils. “It’s too early for this. The lichens haven’t even fully opened yet.”
A small, human-sized figure, burdened with a pack and a pickaxe, scrambled over a ridge far below, silhouetted against the rising sun. They were tiny, insignificant, yet their presence was a persistent itch.
“You know, I was just about to have a delightful nap,” Venyst called out, her voice carrying an impossible distance, yet soft enough not to trigger an avalanche. “A really good one, full of dreaming about new moss species and the quiet joy of photosynthesis. Then you show up.”
The figure froze, dropping their pickaxe with a tinny CLINK. A faint, high-pitched “Aaaahhh!” echoed up the chasm, a sound of pure terror.
Venyst allowed herself a small, amused Hee-hee-hee, a sound like a gentle rockslide. “Oh, don’t be such a drama queen. I haven’t even roasted you yet. Although, the thought has crossed my mind, I won’t lie.” She unfurled a massive, leaf-veined wing, stretching, a shower of tiny, crystalline dust motes glittering in the light. “Now, what’s the big idea? You’re disturbing the mountain’s… vibe.”
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Smaugust Day 4 - The Primordial Storm Dragon “Stormdrake”
The sky above the jagged peaks of the Dragon’s Tooth Mountains roiled, a bruised canvas of deep purples and angry greys. Not a whisper of wind stirred the pines below, yet the air crackled, thick with an unseen energy. Then, a shudder. A low, guttural rumble vibrated through the very bedrock, a sound that wasn’t thunder but its progenitor. Lightning, not a mere flash but a sustained, blinding CRACK, split the heavens, momentarily searing the world white. From the heart of the maelstrom, a colossal silhouette emerged, blacker than the storm itself. Stormdrake, a living tempest, unfurled wings that blotted out the sun, each beat a concussive force that sent shockwaves rippling through the clouds. Scales, obsidian and ancient, shimmered with an inner electric glow. His eyes, twin pools of molten gold, surveyed the chaos he commanded. “Hah!” A sound, like granite grinding against granite, tore through the air, a laugh of pure, untamed power. “Feel it, mortals! Feel the breath of the sky turn to fire!” Another bolt, thick as a tree trunk, launched from his maw, striking a distant peak with a deafening BOOM. Rock fragmented, spraying like shrapnel. A tiny, insignificant dot, a lone shepherd’s hut, clung precariously to the mountainside, its inhabitants surely cowering. A high-pitched EHHHH! carried on the wind, a desperate cry of human terror. Stormdrake tilted his massive head, a flicker of amusement in his golden gaze. “Such fragile things. So quick to break.” He flexed a claw, each talon the size of a small car, and a ripple of static electricity danced across its tip. “Do you not understand? This is not destruction. This is… a performance.”
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can we have those darts move around both of his hands?? :P.
this year designs are on whole another level, liked all of them but most favorite are day 3,1,4,2. keep sharing i will continue to follow this thread 
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The original looks so much like Trimaegus. Did it come before or after that?
Stormdrake is my favourite, looks epic with that pose.
Vensyt is my second favourite. I like the style in it and a good mix of colours.
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Peak …… Nova drake is still superior though
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Smaugust Day 5
Atrocity- The Primordial Shadow Dragon
The deepest night, a velvet cloak stitched with the glint of distant, dying stars, clung to the ancient peaks of the Obsidian Spines. No moon dared show its face. Below, in the lightless chasm known as the Maw, a low, guttural rumble vibrated through the very stones. THUM-THUM. THUM-THUM. It was the sound of something immense, something truly old, stirring. A single, colossal shadow detached itself from the gloom, its form shifting, coalescing. Two enormous, tattered wings, the color of bruised plums, unfurled, pulsing with an inner, malevolent magenta glow. Dozens of fiery, unblinking eyes blinked open across its chest, each a tiny sun of pure malice. This was Atrocity, the most powerful shadow dragon, a creature born of fear and dominion. He stretched a scythe-like blade crackling with raw energy. “Ahhh… the silence,” Atrocity hissed, a sound like grinding tectonic plates. “Such a fragile thing, isn’t it?” A smaller, whimper escaped from the darkness below. “Please… no more,” a muffled voice pleaded. A low, rumbling laugh, deep as an earthquake, tore through the air. “Hoo-hoo-hoo-HOO! No more? My dear, we’ve barely begun. The world trembles. Soon, it will scream.” The magenta glow intensified, casting impossible shadows that danced and writhed, hungry. “Tell me, little morsel, do you truly comprehend the depths of my power
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Smaugust Day 6
Seraphon- The Divine Primordial Dragon
The heavens hummed with a celestial symphony, a constant, low thrum of creation that vibrated through the very fabric of existence. Pillars of pure light, impossibly tall, pierced an azure sky that knew no dawn or dusk, only an eternal, brilliant midday. A gentle breeze, scented with ozone and stardust, rustled through groves of crystalline trees whose leaves chimed like tiny bells. It was a place of serene, overwhelming beauty, where the air itself felt like a caress from the divine. Upon a floating island of spun starlight, larger than any mortal continent, rested Seraphon. The primordial divine dragon, a creature of staggering majesty, was a spectacle to behold. Its scales, if they could even be called that, were pure, unblemished white, impossibly soft and feathered, each plume shimmering with an inner luminescence. Multiple feathered wings, each spanning leagues, unfurled like sails, catching the ambient light and scattering it into a million tiny rainbows. Golden claws, sharp as nascent stars, rested gently on the pearlescent ground. But it was the single, iridescent eye embedded in its chest, a vortex of swirling color—crimson, emerald, sapphire, gold—that truly captivated, a window into cosmic depths. A ripple of light, not unlike heat haze above a desert road, shimmered into being beside the colossal dragon. From it stepped Gabrielle, the Goddess of the Heavenly Realm. “You’re late,” Seraphon rumbled, the sound a deep, resonant chord that vibrated through Gabrielle’s very bones, yet carried no malice. It was simply a statement of fact, a cosmic clock chiming. The words felt less spoken and more felt, emanating from the dragon’s chest eye, a kaleidoscope of emotions swirling within its depths. Gabrielle sighed, a faint whisper in the vastness. “Forgive me, Seraphon. The mortal realm… it’s been particularly vexing lately. Another prophet declared himself a god, then demanded offerings of artisanal cheese. It was quite the kerfuffle.” She ran her hand through her luminous hair. “Honestly, sometimes I wonder why we bother.”
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Thats all from me lol
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