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"Baldwin?"

The old Pearl-catcher Gruffed.

Pushy costumers again as always...

"Come back in thirty minutes"

Another voice spoke only this one was smaller, much squeaker. "Mr Baldwin?"

Sighing slightly, the old dragon pushed his specks up higher on his face, Why couldn't dragons understand that alchemy and chemistry was a art and that it had to take its time.

After all you can't rush art.

Turning his head, Baldwin Prepared to repeat himself again

"Like I said before, come back in thirty min-"

But he stopped himself when he found out who had been calling his name.

Standing in the entrance of his shop was a young guardian and a older Ridgeback. He hadn't seen them before did he. New customers Maybe?
The older ridgeback Held himself up proudly, much like all ridgebacks did. In his mouth was a small bundle, wrapped up in a dark blue scarf type item. With gentleness Baldwin had only seen in female dragons caring for eggs, he had put the bundle down on the floor between his feet.

"Hello Mr Baldwin, perhaps you don't remember us, My son and I came by before this afternoon."

Oh that was right! He had seen them before right around 12:30 this afternoon. They had been carrying that same bundle and was ready to give it to him when one of the most rudest of snappers he had ever seen pushed past them and demanded that he have his item transmuted first. His item being nothing more then some small leaf that the snapper probably found on his walk over here. Once he was done with his item, he had turned and was about to lend his services to the ridgeback and noticed to soon that the pair was gone.

Guess their back now He thought.

Clearing his throat with a slight cough Baldwin looked up at the pair,

"Ooh yes, I remember you, so sorry about before, You know how snappers can be" He shrugged, the bones in his shoulders creaking with age.

"Oh it's quite alright, Um...are you busy" the Ridgeback said peaking over Baldwins shoulder over to the boiling pot which was bubbling over green froth at the moment "if you are we can come back tomorrow"

Yelping with a slight distaste as the contents of his beloved cauldron bubbled over, Baldwin quickly went over to extinguish the flame that was Boiling his pot, and soon the cauldron just started to simmer instead. As he wiped up the mess with a towel he said to the pair

"Oh no no no, it's alright, I was just about to close up shop when this last batch was over, but I believe that I have enough time for one last order" Throwing the towel to the side, he hopped up on his stool and began to slowly pour the contents of his cauldron into a vial.

"So.." He said, twisting the tops of his vials closed "...what have you brought me that you wanna transmute"

All of a sudden the little guardian hatchling who had been very much quite the whole time pushed the bundle between his fathers feet toward the stool where Baldwin sat cleaning his cauldron out.

Moving his Pearl to hold it in his feet, Baldwin curled his tail around the bundle and put it on the table. It wasn't heavy, but it had some weight to it. Baldwin almost wondered what was in the package that the two seem to care so much about,

Turning over to the table, Baldwin went to work, slowly unwrapping the scarf, his claws and hands steady. What was in the bundle when he unwrapped it almost shocked him.

Almost anyways

*It wasn't uncommon for dragons to bring in familiars to him, it was even less uncommon when he himself had to kill the poor things before putting it in the cauldron, (he wasn't that cruel he knew better when it came to that little notion).

As he examined the dead Peacock firebird he soon realized that that wasn't gonna be the case today.

It was female for starters. It's feather tips were a much more lighter blue then it's male counterpart. Plus it's two long hip feathers where a lot shorter then a males. Second thing was it was old.


Really old It's Beak tip being worn down, along with some graying between the feathers put the birds age around 5 and 6 years at least.

That was surprising to say the least, most P.fires only lived to be about 3-4 years old. Which meant that this wasn't just some wild P.fire.

No...this one was a pet, a domesticated one, which would explain its healthy appearance as well as the old age. It would also explain why the two dragons treated it so well when they brought it in.

This was theirpet.

Clearing his throat, Baldwin turned to the two

"Let me clean out this old thing then I'll get started alright" he said with a smile.

The two nodded,

________________

It took almost a hour to get rid of the many weeks work of gunk that caked the inside of the cauldron off. Man he needed to clean the thing out a lot more then every 3 weeks, his old bones couldn't take much more of this. He couldn't remember the cauldron being THAT heavy. Maybe he was getting too old for this.

When he was finished he filled the cauldron with some cool water and set to stoking the fire underneath it. Once that was finished he then added the ingredients, which included washing powder with enzymes like biotex in it too loosen and remove the tissue and a secret mixture of his own concoction which would turn the body into the special glucky mucky goo that came afterwards.


When that was finished, he walked into the waiting room to ask his customers if they wanted to watch how it was done. Baldwin liked teaching people about the art of alchemy,


After all art must be shared for it to be enjoyed.


But as he walked into the waiting room he soon found out that his audience would be one short. The male ridgeback had fallen asleep and was snoring loudly, while the little one was waddling around trying to keep its mind busy.

No matter at least there was one dragon to teach

Baldwin called the little one over to follow him into his office and the baby complied. Once inside Baldwin Lifted the little baby up and sat him on the stool. Once situated up there, Baldwin went and got the Firebird and presented it to the little baby. His last chance to say goodbye. The little baby looked at the bird with slightly teary eyes and ran his claw up the top of his decease pets head, much like people would do with a parrot with long head feathers. Once the baby said his goodbyes Baldwin wrapped the bird up again in the scarf and lowered it into the cauldron. The baby squeaked sadly and sniffed as he watched his once loving pet go in the Slightly bubbling water and as Baldwin put the lid on it.

*Baldwin side-eyed and sighed as he watched the little guy fight back tears. Much too often did he see dragons come in here with newly caught familiars demanding them to be transmuted without so much of thinking of the animals wellbeing, less often did he see dragons come in here with beloved pets. A part of him wished he saw that more.

Curling his tail around the baby as a sort of comfort method, Baldwin brought his attention to some small test tubes full of random colored gunk on a small table besides where the baby sat.

*Baldwin turned the baby around and sat him in front of the table. Standing behind him, Baldwin grabbed both of the babies hands with his own and guided them to the test tubes, his hands telling the baby which ones to grab and what to do with them.

The baby was nervous to say the least, Baldwins claws were cold and wrinkly and scaly with age. plus he heard about the accidents that happened when kids were around Baldwins shop playing with his things. He didn't want to end up like that one mirror hatchling who ended up dying herself the most obnoxious color of yellow imaginable. He absolutely hated the color yellow.

But soon his muscles loosened up and went along with Baldwins motions, grabbing random test tubes here and pouring them there, Stirring them here and mixing them there. And after a while the mixture of the random gunk became thick like jelly. They were almost done, but not quite there yet, Baldwin gave the baby the last ingredient to the mysterious mixture, a small bottle of clear liquid. letting go of the baby's hands to let him do it by himself, Baldwin gave him the all clear to take the dropper and drip some of the clear liquid of the mixture. Slightly nervous the baby covered one his eyes with one paw, and squeezed the dropper, waiting for the explosion.

There was no explosion, only a tiny purr and giggle.

Chuckling Baldwin removed the babies hand from his face pointed to the creation he made.
On the table, staring up at them with small beady eyes and a tiny smile on its face, was a small blue giggling slime. It looked up at its creators, waving it's "body" back and forth and jiggling.


The hatchling looked at its creation, the back at Baldwin, then back at the slime. Cautiously it lifted a claw and poked at the slime. The slime let out a loud Squeak, which startled the hatchling to the point he curled up on the stool and hid his head under his wing in fright.

Baldwin side glared at the slime, who cowered back, before hoping on the small space left on the stool right In front of the baby guardians head. It nudged the baby, some of its residue sliming him up. Cautiously the baby poked his head out from under his wing and stared at the puny little slime ball.

The little blue ball of goo looked at the baby, before sucking in a large amount of air. The air filled the goo baby up, turning it into a little slime bubble. The hatchling stared at the bubble as it floated in the air for a few seconds before popping on his snout. The baby wiped away the goo from his face and stared at his slime coated paw. The slime soon pulled it self back together and Giggled.
The baby looked at the slime for a while and soon started giggling as well, as the slime once again blew itself back up into a bubble, and started to float away, enticing the baby to chase it which it did happily and cheerfully.

Smiling to himself, Baldwin went back to the cauldron giving it a few stirs with the large spoon he had, it was almost ready. Just needed a few more things then it would be finished. He added the last ingredients, then stirred for a while, occasionally glancing back at the two infants playing around.

________________

The brew was done. Carefully, Baldwin took a large spoon and scooped up a bit to see what it looked like. The brew had turned the bird into a bubbling mass of gold muck with a brilliant metallic surface. It was pockmarked with tiny gaseous boils that would occasionally pop when filled with to much air.

Baldwin stared at the muck with surprise, pushing his specks up on his face. Gold muck wasn't that common when it came to being brewed. Carefully he filled a small pail with the bubbling muck and screwed a top on it. The family would decide what to do with it when they got. However Baldwin kept a small amount of the muck to the side, and filled a small vial with it. Popping a top on it, He tied a chain around the vial, securing it with glue that he used whenever one of his beakers broke. After letting it dry, he went back into the waiting room to wake the father and tell him it was all finished

The look on the fathers face when he found out he had been asleep for almost a full four hours was quite funny, Baldwin though as the male ridgeback tried to shake the sleep away. Chuckling the old Pearl Catcher handed the muck filled pail to the father, who then insisted on paying the old dragon double for making him stay so late. No matter how much He declined the old ridgeback still insisted on Baldwin taking the gold, Who finally just took it, not wanting to seem rude.


Hey Beakers and chemistry equipment didn't pay for themselves.

Thanking the ridgeback for the gold, Baldwin escorted his customer to the door, the ridgeback calling his son to tell him that they were leaving. The little hatchling came bounding through the door of the office towards his father, before he left however he turned to hand the baby slime back to Baldwin. The slime was sitting in the palm of the baby dragon, seeming to look really sad that his new playmate was leaving him behind.

*Baldwin chuckled and took the hatchlings hand, closing it around the slime. "You made it, it's yours" He told him patting the hatchlings head and slipping the familiar essence filled necklace around his neck where it glowed a bright warm gold. The hatchling face was that of pure joy as he hugged Baldwin tightly, his own silent "thank you".

Baldwin just smiled and hugged him back
__________


Once out the door, Baldwin waved goodbye at the pair, leaning against the archway of his door noting the happy expression of the hatchlings face as he and his slime turned and waved goodbye to him.

Alchemy was an artBaldwin thought as he watched the pair disappear off into the dark night Alchemy was an art and art made people happy


And that was good enough for him.



Head-cannons based on the stars

First star and second star
contrary to popular belief Whenever Baldwin is told to transmute a live familiar it bothers him that he has to kill them before doing anything, but as much as it bothers him he still has to do it since it's his job, he'd just wishes that dragons would start sending him dead familiars

Third star
Baldwin enjoys teaching the younger generation of dragons the art of alchemy, he knows he's getting old and he hopes maybe one day that one of the younger dragons he teaches his tips and tricks too will look up to him and take up the art of alchemy if he ever retires

Fourth star
when Baldwin transmutes pet familiars he tends to feel really bad for hatchlings since that's like loosing a close friend, so he makes them/gives them little residues so they can have a little friend

Plus it's more convenient since slimes can't die and he's running out of places to put them XD

 

Basic info

 

 

Species name- Dracorexmoloch (meaning dragon king demon, more precisely demon dragon king pronounced Dra-cor-ex-Mol-lock

 

Average life span- 50-100 years in males 45-100 in females

    ·       Egg: 0-5 months

    ·       Nestling(hatchling):  5-10 months

    ·       Sub adult (teenager):  11-19 years

    ·       Adult: 25-70 years

    ·       Elder: 95-Death

 

Male: Elder (old male) Buck (young male) Hatchling (baby/newborn)

Females; Queens (old female) Molly (young female) Hatchling (baby/newborn)

 

 

 

Height- Females- 5’5 to 6’1

Males- 5’11 to -9 feet (sizes ranging from 10 feet in height are also possible)

 

Weight- Female 125-175 lbs

Males 150-210 lbs

 

Languages- if taught at a young age, D.Moloch has the mental and physical abilities to speak English, if not taught they will just be like normal dragons that don’t speak.

 

Diet- Meat, Fish (occasionally grass and other forms of vegetations if meat is not readily available)

 

Where- Mainly in the Americas can be found as far north as Canada/Alaska and as far south as Mexico to Arizona

 

Behavior- Contrary to popular belief, D. Moloch is a sociable species of wyverns compared to their no so social dragon cousins. D. Moloch is the most socially inclined of all wild Dragons, most of which remain quite solitary in nature. D. Moloch is a predatory Carnivore with two types of social organization. Some are residents, living in groups centering on related Families called mobs or troops.  Females often called queens form the Social unit in a Mob and do not normally tolerate outside females. Membership only changes with the births and deaths of Queens.  They will establish a "pecking order” for the purpose of determining which herd member directs the behavior of others. This behavior pattern also applies to their interrelationship with humans.

 Depending on the situation, Mobs usually consisted of one adult male, several females, their hatchlings and immature members of both sexes; although it has been stated there may be one to five Males.  Each Troop is led by a dominant Queen and Buck. Mobs tend to usually small, containing 3 to 35 animals. The composition of bands changes as Males challenge each other for dominance. However unlike many herd animals, such as horses, younger males tend not to be chased out of their troop when they reach sexual maturity in their teen years. Instead Older males mainly elders will gather young males (bucks) up into a group and keep them in check to make sure no fights break out amongst the testosterone driven males.

 

Appearance-Body

D. Moloch are slim, muscularly built more for speed than for strength. Their body is covered in a strong, thick skin-like material, much like leather but soft to touch. It can be considered somewhere between scale and skin. Like most other wyverns D.Moloch has no forelegs. Instead its ground based locomotion is similar to that of a pterosaur, using its claw tipped wings to “crawl along the floor.

 

BIOLOGY
Ringmaster and Baby for DXCLove by ForestWanderers

 Skeletal: Dracorex’s bones are light, hollow, and porous. This is to make flight much easier and allow less lag when moving. It also reduces their weight tremendously. Even so, this makes broken bones easier to obtain and potentially dangerous. Because their bones are so brittle and weak in places such as the ribs and back, they can splinter easily and cause a lot of internal injury. They are also extremely hard to set back into place . Broken ribs could mean death for a Dracorex if not reset properly.

Claws are made of the same bone that makes up their horns but are in many ways similar to sharks teeth in that they will occasionally shed their old ones and grow back new ones. Wings have a similar structure to a bat's wing, but are longer from top to bottom, and have more folds. Claws on the tips of each wing make it possible to hold onto prey (much like T-rex hand claws) or latch on to rugged cliff faces.  The tail has a similar structure to the body of a snake, with many vertebrate and little cartilage spacing between them to give maximum movement. The bones in the tail are also dense to support the weight of it. The spine goes straight to the tail. Even so, the vertebrate in the tail are slightly bigger at the base than in the spine, much like sauropods.

 

Another more interesting part of the Dracorexs skeletal structure is its obvious “skull” head.  It is currently unknown why/ how it’s like the way it is, though many people believe that the “skull” is a boney growth formed when a series of cheek horns that Dracorex acquire as they’re forming in the egg, fuse together and spread out and over time cover the entire face. Leaving gaps where the nose eyes are and a space between the jaws for easier opening and closing action.

 

 

A Dracorex's jaws are made for clamping into prey and not letting go. Their jaws can lock, but only in certain situations. They bite into their prey and tear, and they don't bite repeatedly. One bite is usually enough to take down an enemy, if made deep enough. Teeth are dark gray in color, and always continue growing for the rest of their lives. Because of this, they have sheaths in their gums for their long canines to retract a bit back into the jaw line, and need to file them once every few years.  Their horns are made of bone and coated in scales however the actual scales coating the horns aren't actually visible, and have kind of evolved to merge together into one solid layer as an extra protection barrier to keep the horns from breaking.

 

 

MUSCULAR

The muscles of a Dracorex are thin and flexible. Their muscles are more compact than humans, giving them a thin, toothpick-like appearance. The most built they will ever look is the status of a fit tennis player or track runner. They have a severe lack of body fat, Body fat in males, if applicable, is usually contained within the tail for added strength. Despite their muscles being more compact, they are much more flexible and can contort much easier than humans. The strongest places for muscle in any Dracorex are in the back and legs, to support their tail and wings. This gives them a thicker build from the waist down. Their tail is filled with muscle and any extra fat, so lashing it is extremely deadly and could knock anyone out in moments or even kill. Their wings contain muscles up until the wing tip at the top and rest is controlled by the flexing of the base of the wing, moving the webbing.

 

 

Respiratory:
Dracorex have large lungs to take in larger amounts of oxygen. Even so, this is potentially dangerous, as a lung is easier to puncture.


Cardiovascular:
Dracorex hearts are larger than humans, and shaped much differently. They also have a larger network of veins and arteries, therefore a lot of extra blood. Their blood is dark red in color and a lot thicker in consistency.

 

Senses:
Sight:
A Dracorex sight is their best sense. They can see clearly up to 200 feet away, and it is rare to see a Draconian with vision impairment unless of course it’s due to illness injury or genes passed on. Because their pupils expand and contract like a cat's, they can essentially see in the dark, but not pitch black. They can focus on one object at a time and “blur” everything else out like a camera lens with some effort

 

Hearing: Although it is hard to test the hearing of Dracorex’s , they may have a sharp sense of hearing and can possibly hear prey from many miles away. However instead of having ears A Dracorex has small openings on each side of their heads that leads directly into the inner ear through a thin channel

Smell: Dracorex have the ability to determine the direction of a given scent based on the timing of scent detection in each nostril. This is similar to the method mammals use to determine direction of sound. They can also, however, increase their abilities by opening their mouth and “tasting” the air like most reptiles, extra glands similar to Jacobson’s organ lie on the bottom jaw

 

Taste: Their sense of taste is very dull; hence why they can tolerate eating just about anything. Even so, they can still taste what's good and bad, and can distinguish between tastes,

 

Touch: They are very sensitive to touch, and can even feel some vibrations in the ground close by due to the sensitive nature of their toe claws and foot pads.

 

SALIVA

One thing also worth noting about this species of wyvern is an evolutionary trait that is as strange as it is particular. Inside of Dracorex’s jaw are a series of what can only be described as venom sacks, which when in use have the ability to produce many forms of saliva, each for their own specific purpose. What is also noted is that each Dracorex has what is known as a base color or “base venom” Base Venom is the type of venom the wyvern is born with originally. As the dragon starts to grow up their bodies depending on how their genes work will produce a second sack containing a different type for saliva.

    ·       Green saliva is used to dye prey while hunting for easy tracking, mark territory, to glow certain areas at night. produces in the spit glands

    ·       Red saliva is used much like a spitting cobras venom, stored in sacs just above and below the front four canines, this saliva works like a corrosive acid that when spitted at someone be it enemy or prey will burn on contact. (Think ALIENS)

    ·  Purple saliva is used to liquefy food for easier digestion; parents who produce this saliva will use this to feed their young who at hatching are toothless.

 

 

 

  • Mood: Pain
Or a member of them I need some help with something 
  • Mood: Pain
I don't know what's worse,

Loosing 4 family members in the span of eight months
Loosing two this month

Having one (who you were just starting close to) DIE in YOUR HOUSE unexpectantly after a night of laughing and having a good time.

Or....dreaming since her death that you find you mother dead, the same way your grandmother found her sister dead....

Ever since my aunt died the first of may...I have been utterly terrified of my mother I've always been terrified of the day she finally passes on....but in the span of a few months....the fears gotten worse..

It doesn't help You start dreaming and thinking about it every day...which leaves you crying for hours on end by yourself when everyones asleep at night cause you don't want them to know what's wrong...cause your too fucking  stubborn to tell anyone how you feel...all the while your brain just keeps thinking about loosing the one person who has always been there for you...always done so much for you but up with all the shit you've done and do...


I know my moms gonna die eventually....deaths inevitable...but what bothers me about it...is knowing that once she dies I'll be the one thing I never thought would bother me,


I'll be....

Alone...

She'll be up there...with uncle butchie...cousin Dennis my aunt sissy, her father and all her family

And I'll be alone....my sister will move on with her life...and I won't have anybody......

Man does four people dieing in the span of eight month do things to you... It makes you think about Something you try not to think about...makes you think about what's gonna happen down the line.....

And it fucks  you up...



Cause...You know that it will happen soon either in a few hours...days....weeks months...or even minutes 



and there won't be anything you can do about it
  • Mood: Pain
The greatest of plagues swept in from the East
neither parent nor newborn was spared
it fell upon every manner of beast
before its cause had been declared

Pestilence itself followed the sickness
admiring the work of its hand
and when ManKinds asked for forgiveness
it spoke of a design more grand

Famine arose from the winds of the South
to cast itself upon the land
it grew unabated within every Man's mouth
as their fields were reduced to sand

Its wings stretched from inland to shore
the world lay barren in its wake
winged kind cried out as it took evermore
their bellies filled with empty and ache

Dissention broke out and spread from the West
hatred flared as War rode on high
all of Earth was in a state of unrest
as its silhouette darkened the sky

Clouds of ash rained ember
they fought blindly through the haze
wondering if none else would remember
that there was peace before the blaze

Then from the North, a great silence reigned
every heart was filled with dread
for though they were warring, starved, and pained
they were certain they were not dead

But it was Death who did emerge
its shadow greatest of them all
to ferry away those slain in the purge
as the last of man fall

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Basic info

 

 

Species name- Dracorexmoloch (meaning dragon king demon, more precisely demon dragon king pronounced Dra-cor-ex-Mol-lock

 

Average life span- 50-100 years in males 45-100 in females

    ·       Egg: 0-5 months

    ·       Nestling(hatchling):  5-10 months

    ·       Sub adult (teenager):  11-19 years

    ·       Adult: 25-70 years

    ·       Elder: 95-Death

 

Male: Elder (old male) Buck (young male) Hatchling (baby/newborn)

Females; Queens (old female) Molly (young female) Hatchling (baby/newborn)

 

 

 

Height- Females- 5’5 to 6’1

Males- 5’11 to -9 feet (sizes ranging from 10 feet in height are also possible)

 

Weight- Female 125-175 lbs

Males 150-210 lbs

 

Languages- if taught at a young age, D.Moloch has the mental and physical abilities to speak English, if not taught they will just be like normal dragons that don’t speak.

 

Diet- Meat, Fish (occasionally grass and other forms of vegetations if meat is not readily available)

 

Where- Mainly in the Americas can be found as far north as Canada/Alaska and as far south as Mexico to Arizona

 

Behavior- Contrary to popular belief, D. Moloch is a sociable species of wyverns compared to their no so social dragon cousins. D. Moloch is the most socially inclined of all wild Dragons, most of which remain quite solitary in nature. D. Moloch is a predatory Carnivore with two types of social organization. Some are residents, living in groups centering on related Families called mobs or troops.  Females often called queens form the Social unit in a Mob and do not normally tolerate outside females. Membership only changes with the births and deaths of Queens.  They will establish a "pecking order” for the purpose of determining which herd member directs the behavior of others. This behavior pattern also applies to their interrelationship with humans.

 Depending on the situation, Mobs usually consisted of one adult male, several females, their hatchlings and immature members of both sexes; although it has been stated there may be one to five Males.  Each Troop is led by a dominant Queen and Buck. Mobs tend to usually small, containing 3 to 35 animals. The composition of bands changes as Males challenge each other for dominance. However unlike many herd animals, such as horses, younger males tend not to be chased out of their troop when they reach sexual maturity in their teen years. Instead Older males mainly elders will gather young males (bucks) up into a group and keep them in check to make sure no fights break out amongst the testosterone driven males.

 

Appearance-Body

D. Moloch are slim, muscularly built more for speed than for strength. Their body is covered in a strong, thick skin-like material, much like leather but soft to touch. It can be considered somewhere between scale and skin. Like most other wyverns D.Moloch has no forelegs. Instead its ground based locomotion is similar to that of a pterosaur, using its claw tipped wings to “crawl along the floor.

 

BIOLOGY
Ringmaster and Baby for DXCLove by ForestWanderers

 Skeletal: Dracorex’s bones are light, hollow, and porous. This is to make flight much easier and allow less lag when moving. It also reduces their weight tremendously. Even so, this makes broken bones easier to obtain and potentially dangerous. Because their bones are so brittle and weak in places such as the ribs and back, they can splinter easily and cause a lot of internal injury. They are also extremely hard to set back into place . Broken ribs could mean death for a Dracorex if not reset properly.

Claws are made of the same bone that makes up their horns but are in many ways similar to sharks teeth in that they will occasionally shed their old ones and grow back new ones. Wings have a similar structure to a bat's wing, but are longer from top to bottom, and have more folds. Claws on the tips of each wing make it possible to hold onto prey (much like T-rex hand claws) or latch on to rugged cliff faces.  The tail has a similar structure to the body of a snake, with many vertebrate and little cartilage spacing between them to give maximum movement. The bones in the tail are also dense to support the weight of it. The spine goes straight to the tail. Even so, the vertebrate in the tail are slightly bigger at the base than in the spine, much like sauropods.

 

Another more interesting part of the Dracorexs skeletal structure is its obvious “skull” head.  It is currently unknown why/ how it’s like the way it is, though many people believe that the “skull” is a boney growth formed when a series of cheek horns that Dracorex acquire as they’re forming in the egg, fuse together and spread out and over time cover the entire face. Leaving gaps where the nose eyes are and a space between the jaws for easier opening and closing action.

 

 

A Dracorex's jaws are made for clamping into prey and not letting go. Their jaws can lock, but only in certain situations. They bite into their prey and tear, and they don't bite repeatedly. One bite is usually enough to take down an enemy, if made deep enough. Teeth are dark gray in color, and always continue growing for the rest of their lives. Because of this, they have sheaths in their gums for their long canines to retract a bit back into the jaw line, and need to file them once every few years.  Their horns are made of bone and coated in scales however the actual scales coating the horns aren't actually visible, and have kind of evolved to merge together into one solid layer as an extra protection barrier to keep the horns from breaking.

 

 

MUSCULAR

The muscles of a Dracorex are thin and flexible. Their muscles are more compact than humans, giving them a thin, toothpick-like appearance. The most built they will ever look is the status of a fit tennis player or track runner. They have a severe lack of body fat, Body fat in males, if applicable, is usually contained within the tail for added strength. Despite their muscles being more compact, they are much more flexible and can contort much easier than humans. The strongest places for muscle in any Dracorex are in the back and legs, to support their tail and wings. This gives them a thicker build from the waist down. Their tail is filled with muscle and any extra fat, so lashing it is extremely deadly and could knock anyone out in moments or even kill. Their wings contain muscles up until the wing tip at the top and rest is controlled by the flexing of the base of the wing, moving the webbing.

 

 

Respiratory:
Dracorex have large lungs to take in larger amounts of oxygen. Even so, this is potentially dangerous, as a lung is easier to puncture.


Cardiovascular:
Dracorex hearts are larger than humans, and shaped much differently. They also have a larger network of veins and arteries, therefore a lot of extra blood. Their blood is dark red in color and a lot thicker in consistency.

 

Senses:
Sight:
A Dracorex sight is their best sense. They can see clearly up to 200 feet away, and it is rare to see a Draconian with vision impairment unless of course it’s due to illness injury or genes passed on. Because their pupils expand and contract like a cat's, they can essentially see in the dark, but not pitch black. They can focus on one object at a time and “blur” everything else out like a camera lens with some effort

 

Hearing: Although it is hard to test the hearing of Dracorex’s , they may have a sharp sense of hearing and can possibly hear prey from many miles away. However instead of having ears A Dracorex has small openings on each side of their heads that leads directly into the inner ear through a thin channel

Smell: Dracorex have the ability to determine the direction of a given scent based on the timing of scent detection in each nostril. This is similar to the method mammals use to determine direction of sound. They can also, however, increase their abilities by opening their mouth and “tasting” the air like most reptiles, extra glands similar to Jacobson’s organ lie on the bottom jaw

 

Taste: Their sense of taste is very dull; hence why they can tolerate eating just about anything. Even so, they can still taste what's good and bad, and can distinguish between tastes,

 

Touch: They are very sensitive to touch, and can even feel some vibrations in the ground close by due to the sensitive nature of their toe claws and foot pads.

 

SALIVA

One thing also worth noting about this species of wyvern is an evolutionary trait that is as strange as it is particular. Inside of Dracorex’s jaw are a series of what can only be described as venom sacks, which when in use have the ability to produce many forms of saliva, each for their own specific purpose. What is also noted is that each Dracorex has what is known as a base color or “base venom” Base Venom is the type of venom the wyvern is born with originally. As the dragon starts to grow up their bodies depending on how their genes work will produce a second sack containing a different type for saliva.

    ·       Green saliva is used to dye prey while hunting for easy tracking, mark territory, to glow certain areas at night. produces in the spit glands

    ·       Red saliva is used much like a spitting cobras venom, stored in sacs just above and below the front four canines, this saliva works like a corrosive acid that when spitted at someone be it enemy or prey will burn on contact. (Think ALIENS)

    ·  Purple saliva is used to liquefy food for easier digestion; parents who produce this saliva will use this to feed their young who at hatching are toothless.

 

 

 

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Taking his eyes off the dragon for a moment, Ring  turned  his gaze to the Shivering hatchling next to him. A soft breeze lifted his head and  he nickered softly. "It will be alright. Don't fret." He dipped his  head, and a smile played hesitantly upon his lips. A tense nervousness settled upon his sinews, and a fear gripped his heart. He had never fought before. 


But he had a hatchling to protect.

Ring ushered the hatchling  away with a strong push on his shoulder.  Without  warning the Dracorex charged, his eyes white and rolling with heightened testosterone Hitting the predacon head on. The predacon tumbled, his legs playing as he rolled over and over again. A large, spark forming as his metal skin scratched the ground

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