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Nebo gave a sigh as she set down her brush, realizing she couldn't simply ignore her visiting neighbor any longer, turning as her fellow wind dragon inquired about a painting. She turned to see the male examining the canvas of a recently finished piece, a portrait of a vibrant, young forest dragon, verdant scales outshone only by those bright emerald eyes, a detail that had taken her quite a large sum of hours to get just right in her reproduction of his visage.
"Ollimar." She said, arching her brow, as though she were surprised her guest didn't recognize the subject of the portrait immediately. The male gave an exaggerated 'hmm' softly, nodding along, obviously patronizing her after making things a bit awkward before.
"The Eastern Oak. The exemplar of the forest dragon clans of the new continent." Nebo's guest said with a bit of smugness, wanting to sound in the know, though the dragoness could only give a roll of her eyes as she approached to examine that portrait along side the male.
"Yes I suppose, one and the same." Nebo agreed begrudgingly at the flowery title.
"He's an important ally to us. We owe him a great deal, do we not, Nebo? He rid us of the blight the sand wyrms brought from the desserts? " the male questioned with a hum, tilting his head as though he were worried he had confused one green dragon for another.
"So he would have us believe." The dragoness said with a shrug of her shoulders, flippant tone causing her guest to give a snort.
"You don't sound as though you're one of his admirers." He pressed, a smile spreading across his muzzle, the male suddenly rather curious what qualms Nebo could have with a dragon that was widely regarded as a savior amongst their kind after he had halted a pox that had spread through their land.
"I don't deny that his deeds are benevolent, or that we should be grateful. But something about the way he carried himself turned my stomach and made my scales crawl. The way he spoke to our leaders, as though he were above them and all of us, as though he were enlightened and we were mere savages that were lucky to be granted his presence and boundless generosity..." Nebo began before she paused, realizing one of her handpaws had begun to curl, talons digging into the stone beneath them a bit. She inhaled, taking a long slow breath to calm her mind and her nerves, reminding herself that a first impression didn't tell a dragon's whole story. She knew she had no right to feel contempt for someone she didn't know, but something deep down made her uneasy about the forest dragon paragon. "I digress. I don't know what came over me. I think... I should like to gift him this portrait one day, should he ever return."
"Oh? It sounded as though you'd sooner curse his name than give him a gift." her neighbor said, chuckling a bit in amusement at her demeanor, looking to Nebo's face while she stared at her rendition of the green dragon who had saved the life of possibly every wind dragon in her home.
"Apologies, no. I don't mean to sound ungrateful or confrontational. You are right. We DO owe Ollimar a great deal. The Eastern Oak is a truly extraordinary, remarkable dragon." Nebo spoke, staring at her portrayal of the forest dragon. She truly believed she'd captured his essence: A regal, vehement young forest dragon in his prime, looking down on those just off of the canvas. To her neighbor, it was a fine painting of the green, but to Nebo it was her best work yet. She had portrayed the dragon exactly as she had remembered him, taking extra care to replicate what she'd seen in the dragon's eyes. Just like the Ollimar she'd met, they were the eyes of a bright, passionate dragon, but just beneath the surface, something was subtly off. Something was broken.
The second headshot from the amazingly talented
Efaru. If you like this, please go favorite the original and check out the rest of their amazing work!
Really love this one as well. The expression on Ollimar's face is perfect and I just can't say enough about how I love the painterly style portrayed my green. Even when he looks dignified, the green seems to always have a look that leads one to believe he thinks himself superior.
"Ollimar." She said, arching her brow, as though she were surprised her guest didn't recognize the subject of the portrait immediately. The male gave an exaggerated 'hmm' softly, nodding along, obviously patronizing her after making things a bit awkward before.
"The Eastern Oak. The exemplar of the forest dragon clans of the new continent." Nebo's guest said with a bit of smugness, wanting to sound in the know, though the dragoness could only give a roll of her eyes as she approached to examine that portrait along side the male.
"Yes I suppose, one and the same." Nebo agreed begrudgingly at the flowery title.
"He's an important ally to us. We owe him a great deal, do we not, Nebo? He rid us of the blight the sand wyrms brought from the desserts? " the male questioned with a hum, tilting his head as though he were worried he had confused one green dragon for another.
"So he would have us believe." The dragoness said with a shrug of her shoulders, flippant tone causing her guest to give a snort.
"You don't sound as though you're one of his admirers." He pressed, a smile spreading across his muzzle, the male suddenly rather curious what qualms Nebo could have with a dragon that was widely regarded as a savior amongst their kind after he had halted a pox that had spread through their land.
"I don't deny that his deeds are benevolent, or that we should be grateful. But something about the way he carried himself turned my stomach and made my scales crawl. The way he spoke to our leaders, as though he were above them and all of us, as though he were enlightened and we were mere savages that were lucky to be granted his presence and boundless generosity..." Nebo began before she paused, realizing one of her handpaws had begun to curl, talons digging into the stone beneath them a bit. She inhaled, taking a long slow breath to calm her mind and her nerves, reminding herself that a first impression didn't tell a dragon's whole story. She knew she had no right to feel contempt for someone she didn't know, but something deep down made her uneasy about the forest dragon paragon. "I digress. I don't know what came over me. I think... I should like to gift him this portrait one day, should he ever return."
"Oh? It sounded as though you'd sooner curse his name than give him a gift." her neighbor said, chuckling a bit in amusement at her demeanor, looking to Nebo's face while she stared at her rendition of the green dragon who had saved the life of possibly every wind dragon in her home.
"Apologies, no. I don't mean to sound ungrateful or confrontational. You are right. We DO owe Ollimar a great deal. The Eastern Oak is a truly extraordinary, remarkable dragon." Nebo spoke, staring at her portrayal of the forest dragon. She truly believed she'd captured his essence: A regal, vehement young forest dragon in his prime, looking down on those just off of the canvas. To her neighbor, it was a fine painting of the green, but to Nebo it was her best work yet. She had portrayed the dragon exactly as she had remembered him, taking extra care to replicate what she'd seen in the dragon's eyes. Just like the Ollimar she'd met, they were the eyes of a bright, passionate dragon, but just beneath the surface, something was subtly off. Something was broken.
The second headshot from the amazingly talented
Efaru. If you like this, please go favorite the original and check out the rest of their amazing work!Really love this one as well. The expression on Ollimar's face is perfect and I just can't say enough about how I love the painterly style portrayed my green. Even when he looks dignified, the green seems to always have a look that leads one to believe he thinks himself superior.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Portraits
Species Western Dragon
Size 939 x 1280px
File Size 262.6 kB
Listed in Folders
Agreed that Olli looks gorgeous here. The expression Efaru went with was so great, I wanted to write the two stories basically around it. The perfect face of a dragon who is pleased with his own machinations unfolding as he wished.
I Thought it would be neat to see the two from a different perspective.
I like to think Ollimar never slips into true malevolent territory, and what he does, he does because he thinks it's right and just. But as you said, power can cloud judgement and some folk are bound to notice.
I Thought it would be neat to see the two from a different perspective.
I like to think Ollimar never slips into true malevolent territory, and what he does, he does because he thinks it's right and just. But as you said, power can cloud judgement and some folk are bound to notice.
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