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Draco stared into the viewing glass of the device he was gifted one minute with. They said that whatever you see was yourself in an alternative universe. For all of the theories about infinite possibilities in infinite worlds, the reality was that they tended to cluster as a few outcomes: a thousand universes existed with the dragon being a scientist; a few billion more where he was nothing more than an unevolved animal; were there any more? The device laid out in front of him for his brief use came at the price of your sanity the longer it was used, and the drake's mind was far too unstable to be taking excessive risks. One minute was what he allowed himself, his time limit enforced with an auto-syringe attached to his arm that gradually injected sedative into himself.
When the device kicked into action, his vision was immediately of himself, walking along a metallic corridor; the noises and decor giving the impression of something you would see in a sci-fi movie...a spaceship, perhaps. Where were his wings? He couldn't tell if there was any to start with, or they had to be amputated, but it was clear that he had prosthetics to give him the wings that promoted his status amongst serpentkind as a dragon. They flittered in a robotic fashion, as if used to gesticulate; they may have served a different function too, but he had no time to find out.
He checked over the body: the same colourations, the same build and even the same unique streak of fur from scalp to tail. This vision was genuine, and his mind raced to find out anything more he could glean from his fleeting opportunity. The bandage on his arm...Design choice? Injury through his work? What was with the neckerchief? The eye visor was flickering...so much data that was moving far too quickly to see. It was far too impossible to serve any purpose.
"Doctor Quarks, the expedition crew are ready to move out..."
Where to, or what for, Draco would never know. The midazolam made certain of that.
I, or should I say my fursuit, won an art raffle hosted by
Dreyol, who wanted a fourth hero to join in his band of space mecha protagonists. Of course, you have your typical captains and space cadet types, but very few forget the doctors and medics of the crew. Typically, they're forced to hole themselves up in some sick bay, wearing dull uniforms, but this doctor was born curious and grew up to explore! It's a good thing dragons have a skin resistant to most chemicals and pathogens, as he kept destroying his uniforms squeezing into awkward and often dangerous areas for the sake of science. Secretly, he did it to look good and impress the crew members less immune to his charms - such a flirt!
Dreyol came up with this design, inspired by the dragon-in-a-lab-coat look I typically have - I'm very grateful.
When the device kicked into action, his vision was immediately of himself, walking along a metallic corridor; the noises and decor giving the impression of something you would see in a sci-fi movie...a spaceship, perhaps. Where were his wings? He couldn't tell if there was any to start with, or they had to be amputated, but it was clear that he had prosthetics to give him the wings that promoted his status amongst serpentkind as a dragon. They flittered in a robotic fashion, as if used to gesticulate; they may have served a different function too, but he had no time to find out.
He checked over the body: the same colourations, the same build and even the same unique streak of fur from scalp to tail. This vision was genuine, and his mind raced to find out anything more he could glean from his fleeting opportunity. The bandage on his arm...Design choice? Injury through his work? What was with the neckerchief? The eye visor was flickering...so much data that was moving far too quickly to see. It was far too impossible to serve any purpose.
"Doctor Quarks, the expedition crew are ready to move out..."
Where to, or what for, Draco would never know. The midazolam made certain of that.
I, or should I say my fursuit, won an art raffle hosted by
Dreyol, who wanted a fourth hero to join in his band of space mecha protagonists. Of course, you have your typical captains and space cadet types, but very few forget the doctors and medics of the crew. Typically, they're forced to hole themselves up in some sick bay, wearing dull uniforms, but this doctor was born curious and grew up to explore! It's a good thing dragons have a skin resistant to most chemicals and pathogens, as he kept destroying his uniforms squeezing into awkward and often dangerous areas for the sake of science. Secretly, he did it to look good and impress the crew members less immune to his charms - such a flirt!Dreyol came up with this design, inspired by the dragon-in-a-lab-coat look I typically have - I'm very grateful.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Miscellaneous
Species Dragon (Other)
Size 907 x 1280px
File Size 201.9 kB
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