Thank you so much, I didnât 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.
âItâs coming back, isnât it, Tibbsy?â a womanâs voice, sharp with dread, cut through the air.
Tibbs spat a stream of tobacco juice into the sand. âAye, Maura. That beast has a taste for our hauls, and maybe our docks too, judging by the splintered pilings.â 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 villagersâ vision.
âOh, you worrywarts,â a voice, deep and resonant like the oceanâs hum, echoed across the water, carrying a hint of amusement. âDid you honestly think Iâd let some glorified squid-beast ruin my favorite napping spot?â A tiny, almost imperceptible flick of her colossal tail sent a spray of iridescent water arcing over the village, a playful warning. âHmph. Grrr. Itâs truly an inconvenience, isnât it? Such a ruckus for a creature barely strong enough to scrape barnacles off my scales.â
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Smaugust Day 2
Amatsu- The Primordial Sun Dragon
The azure canvas of the sky stretched limitlessly, a painterâs 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. âAnother perfect day,â Amatsu rumbled. âIs there anything more glorious than this?â 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. âWhatâs that? A new sun, perhaps? Or merely a fool seeking glory?â He let out a deep, booming laugh, a sound that made the very clouds tremble. âSuch audacity. They never learn, do they?â
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Day 3- The Primordial Earth Dragon âVenystâ
The wind, a crisp breath from the highest peaks, threaded through Venystâs 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 mountainâs 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 morningâs serenity.
Venystâs head, adorned with delicate, vines that swayed in the breeze, snapped up. Her eyes, pools of molten amethyst, narrowed. âReally?â she rumbled, the sound like boulders shifting. âMust they always be so⌠loud?â
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.
âUgh,â she sighed, a puff of amethyst-tinged mist escaping her nostrils. âItâs too early for this. The lichens havenât even fully opened yet.â
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.
âYou know, I was just about to have a delightful nap,â Venyst called out, her voice carrying an impossible distance, yet soft enough not to trigger an avalanche. âA really good one, full of dreaming about new moss species and the quiet joy of photosynthesis. Then you show up.â
The figure froze, dropping their pickaxe with a tinny CLINK. A faint, high-pitched âAaaahhh!â echoed up the chasm, a sound of pure terror.
Venyst allowed herself a small, amused Hee-hee-hee, a sound like a gentle rockslide. âOh, donât be such a drama queen. I havenât even roasted you yet. Although, the thought has crossed my mind, I wonât lie.â She unfurled a massive, leaf-veined wing, stretching, a shower of tiny, crystalline dust motes glittering in the light. âNow, whatâs the big idea? Youâre disturbing the mountainâs⌠vibe.â
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Smaugust Day 4 - The Primordial Storm Dragon âStormdrakeâ
The sky above the jagged peaks of the Dragonâs 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 wasnât 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. âHah!â A sound, like granite grinding against granite, tore through the air, a laugh of pure, untamed power. âFeel it, mortals! Feel the breath of the sky turn to fire!â 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 shepherdâs 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. âSuch fragile things. So quick to break.â He flexed a claw, each talon the size of a small car, and a ripple of static electricity danced across its tip. âDo you not understand? This is not destruction. This is⌠a performance.â
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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 âŚâŚ 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. âAhhh⌠the silence,â Atrocity hissed, a sound like grinding tectonic plates. âSuch a fragile thing, isnât it?â A smaller, whimper escaped from the darkness below. âPlease⌠no more,â a muffled voice pleaded. A low, rumbling laugh, deep as an earthquake, tore through the air. âHoo-hoo-hoo-HOO! No more? My dear, weâve barely begun. The world trembles. Soon, it will scream.â The magenta glow intensified, casting impossible shadows that danced and writhed, hungry. âTell 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 colorâcrimson, emerald, sapphire, goldâthat 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. âYouâre late,â Seraphon rumbled, the sound a deep, resonant chord that vibrated through Gabrielleâs 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 dragonâs chest eye, a kaleidoscope of emotions swirling within its depths. Gabrielle sighed, a faint whisper in the vastness. âForgive me, Seraphon. The mortal realm⌠itâs been particularly vexing lately. Another prophet declared himself a god, then demanded offerings of artisanal cheese. It was quite the kerfuffle.â She ran her hand through her luminous hair. âHonestly, sometimes I wonder why we bother.â
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Thats all from me lol
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Omg i forgor abt smaugust!
Hello, Iâm working on a new design, but I have some problems with the design, itâs a mythical humanoid, itâs a Beast type and has a businessman theme, but I have problems with the design and that is that I want to imitate the style of the gameâs designs, making more revealing designs but the problem is that it is not a woman, it is a man and the other problem is that the design I thought of is too explicit, Iâm going to say this but itâs too p**graphic, I donât know what to do because I want to make that design but I also donât want to be accused of making and publishing such a design, I feel like Iâm going to have to fix it or change the design which I donât want, my main problem is the Awakened mode, because in Initial Form and Ultra Evolution I already made them and they are not revealing at the same level as the Awakened mode, what should I do? 
I wanna see itđ
I donât have the mental strength to upload the full design, but Iâll leave you a reference of what I didâŚ
I clarify that no, he is not touching that, no, he is not completely naked, he has underwear, a t-shirt and socks, he has wolf or dog ears and a tail, I donât know specifically which of the 2 the tail belongs to.
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