"Lead." Cain commanded, cold gaze locked onto the young dragon, Ollimar, a forest dragon who had managed to convince the old behemoth to allow him to travel and observe him. The green scaled forest dragon frowned up at the considerably larger brown, glaring a bit at him for the barked order.

"Give me a moment." Ollimar retorted with a grumble, laying a handpaw on the trunk of a great tree, leaning in to press the top of his head against it, closing his eyes. The druid reached out, in the way only a forest dragon could, into the root system of the great woods, searching and scanning, seeking out the quarry the earth dragon had demanded him to. His emerald eyes would snap open, Ollimar turning to Cain who had already begun to move again, seeming to be rather impatient as per usual. "To the southeast near the cliffs. The lycanthropes have set up a small camp in the trees." Ollimar said, dashing a bit to catch up to the onerous pace the earth dragon always seemed to move with. As far as Ollimar could tell, earth dragons were essentially ageless beings. Even still, Cain always seemed to move with haste despite his unfathomable years.

"Can you tell how many there are? I'm not interested in leaving survivors behind." The brown growled out, not bothering to make eye contact with the green as he pressed forward, the bulky monstrosity crashing straight ahead through the trees, offering no semblance of stealth, though the green dragon knew that would change as they drew nearer.

"I can't. But we should be able to discern it from their impromptu lair. You're certain this is wise? Lycanthropes have been known to kill dragons with enough numbers. Deceptively strong things, you know." Ollimar warned, giving a half frown, recalling what he'd read of werewolves in the archives of one of the elder forest dragons, Argan.

"They've been known to kill FOREST dragons. They'll find all their strength worth nothing when faced with me. But if you're frightened, cowardly little hound, you may slink into the trees once I've found them. I do not require your aid to scour their blight." Cain scoffed at the hesitance from the green whelp, rolling his eyes a bit though he didn't slow as they pressed forward. Ollimar gave a sneer, pace hastening as he moved in front to lead the great brown, forest dragon slipping through the trees with grace while the brown behind him simply leveled and shoved through the smaller ones in his path.

"Why are you so set on eradicating them? I would think this would fall under your ethos of 'the strong surviving and the weak sustaining them'." Ollimar huffed back at the brown with no small annoyance in his voice, a tone he was careful not to take often with the brown. The glare he got back from the brown made it clear he'd only be excused for it this once, today.

"Lycanthropy is a blight. It isn't how things SHOULD be, it's a symptom that things are NOT. An affront to nature, an unforgivable encroachment on my territory, and a risk to my food supply. Offenses too great and numerous for me to ignore." The brown answered with a low growl. Ollimar only frowned a bit. Cain wasn't wrong.

"At least let me attempt to cure one. It's never worked before, but I think if I maybe get to experiment with a few different methods..." The green began to beseech, though he was quickly interrupted.

"There's no need. Sever the heads, incinerate the corpses. That is the cure for this blight." Cain snorted with an unamused expression and tone, one of those crimson eyes rolling to lock with the forest dragon's own gaze, daring him to argue. Ollimar's brow furrowed and he gave a nod as they continued forward. He knew arguing with the earth dragon was pointless once Cain had made up his mind like this. The young green only pressed forward, leading the way, anxiety making his scales feel electrified. The green wasn't a fan of conflict, and a fatal skirmish was far removed from anything he wanted a part in... but he wasn't about to admit to being recreant to the earth dragon. He would show his worth to the Wandering End. Both Cain, and these ill-fated lycanthropes would learn to revere Ollimar, Western Elm's Emblem.


A re-upload of a very old piece I got from  CornerShop nearly a decade ago. I'm not entirely certain what became of their account, but if anyone knows some place they've moved, let me know!


This was one of the first pieces I got of the old brown, and coincidentally one of my favorites for all these years. Though the color skewed a bit more orange, I've always loved the bulk and the expression of the brown on this piece. Though Cain is meant to be monstrous, I've always imagined him looking very much like a patient, intelligent creature when he isn't all rage and teeth. The painterly work on this piece is still so awesome. Couldn't be any more grateful to get a piece from them while I could.