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[bloodand]

SHAPESHIFTER DRAGON AU MEME

I was going to write a bunch of prompts for this but you know what? Fuck it. You all know why you're here. Just remember to content warn your smut, my fellow sinners.

TLDR Dragons can shapeshift, have been hiding among humanity, some of them for a very long time. Culturally there tends to be a split between the ones that stay in one place and build a power base versus the ones that are more nomadic and wander from place to place. Also hoarding instincts are weird and sometimes latch onto things that are very definitely not Typical Hoards.

Have fun.

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[founderinglight]

Really? It's not often a problem for us.

[He seems genuinely puzzled.]

I'd think you nesters, with so many siblings...

[kingshaming]

Well, most of us have different mothers, so we weren't all raised close.

[founderinglight]

Even so...

[A flutter of wings in a shrug.]

Different strokes, I suppose. A family with a pair of egg twins as progenitors is probably not typical in that regard, either. We've never been very territorial with each other as a rule.

[kingshaming]

I suppose...

[He looks rather unsure]

[founderinglight]

You don't sound happy about it.

[His long neck leans forward, just shy of nosing at Xander.]

[kingshaming]

I have lost quite a few siblings. To infighting and to outside battles. I'm my father's claw out in the world, I could die any time. So... it was prudent to keep my distance from my remaining siblings. I fear they don't see me as a loving older brother.

[founderinglight]

...It's not too late to change that.

[kingshaming]

I fear it is. Even Elise is no longer a hatchling.

[founderinglight]

You're still alive, aren't you?

[A flick of his tail.]

So long as you're alive, there's time to change.

[kingshaming]

That doesn't change the circumstances. Please, don't worry about it. As long as they are healthy and safe, I am content.

[founderinglight]

If I may, you don't sound particularly content.

[His tail folds flat over his front legs again.]

[press_start]

[It is evident, when the door is answered or the butler brings the note up or whatever, that this particular caller is not truly a dragon. Her magic lacks that strength- some kind of spirit, possibly, or in the worst-case something artificial and not entirely there. The girl herself is small, and dressed for a work engagement.]

Prince Xander? I’m a representative from the Future Foundation. Are you currently engaged?

[Election by merit? In MY dragon-managed state a few territories over? It's more likely than you think.]

[photoshooter]

[Prompto hops down to alight on Izunia's snout instead, facing him. Hello, Grandpa!]

I wish I knew stuff. Like, about me, and about what I'm supposed to be. But part of me doesn't want to know at all, either. Or I don't... want to have to go through finding out.

[He sighs, and what comes out of his nostrils is more like the steamy breath of winter than smoke.]

I miss feeling like I understood myself.

[founderinglight]

[Hello Prompto. Grandpa would boop your snoot, but the boop is you.]

You're young yet. You don't have to chase those answers right away - they're not going anywhere.

And wherever they lead, you'll always have a family to come home to.

[cluelesscavewoman]

[nodnod! And she holds up the letter, not even within his reach.]

My master says it is of utmost importance... Who are you? I must make sure you are one that is allowed to read this.

[This is a 100% fool proof plan for verifying someone.]

[photoshooter]

[BIG ANIME WIBBLE.]

...Really?

[founderinglight]

Of course. You'll always be welcome here.

[Hoards: family. This is possibly why the Lucis Caelums have like six accessory clans living in their territory.]

Vex'ahlia | Critical Role | OTA

[moneytwin]

[ It's not every day a gem dragon dallies with a metallic dragon hiding in plain sight, but sometimes such activities bear fruit -- or eggs, as the case may be. The twins loved their mother, and hated the man who came to take them away to Syngorn, scorned for their half-elf diguises as much as their father scorned their lack of jewelled hides. But learning to fly after running away from their sire's home gave them new freedom -- and then led to the discovery of their old home burned to ash by the Cinder King.

Years later, and Vex'ahlia is an agile half-elf hunter, beloved bear companion ever at her side. Or so first appearances would have you think.

With a shining cerulean hide, a colour granted by her father but made metallic through her mother, she can occasionally be caught flirting in the sky, revelling in flight. While she has a noted preference for gems and gold, hoarding them where possible and reluctant to part with any (and you better believe she'll haggle down any price), in truth she values the comforts and company of the home she's made with her family, and is highly protective over what she considers her domain, and those that live within it. ]

[kingshaming]

Content enough.

[founderinglight]

[There's a pause, and then Izunia gets up, stretching with an arch of his spine before he pads over and... with a strangely delicate little hop, loops himself around Xander's bulk.

You are Sad and sad young dragons get grandpa hugs.]

Sorry for the Slow, had a very hard week.

[somebodyperfect]

[Ok. Even as a former dragonslayer turned researcher, there're some things he just hasn't seen. This is one of them. Lea lowers the camera to stare.]

You, uh, you ok there?

[Yes he's spying from a fire escape, no that ironically won't help him escape dragonfire if she chooses to attack him. But she looks... frankly a little clumsy to aim.]

I can help. Give me a minute.

[He starts down the stairs.]

[photoshooter]

[He skitters up to rub his forehead against a spot between Izunia's eyes, then bounces down to his claws so the affection can be a little less one-sided.]

Thanks, Zuzu. I--I'll do my best to earn my place here.

Leonard Church | Red vs Blue

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Church does not like to be a dragon. He doesn't...understand dragons. He was the last survivor of his clutch, taken in by a scientist who stumbled on the abandoned nest. He's mostly stuck to being human ever since. A bumbling human. An imperfect human. A beautiful, wonderful human with his own apartment and friends who don't know anything about the side of him that occasionally likes to collect blue things, and also broken things to repair or repurpose. That's all normal and human.

As a dragon, he's not very big. Perhaps, in fact, person-sized or even a little smaller, blue, scaly, but with wings to fly should he ever choose to don his more lizardlike self. Which is seldom. He's still figuring out this human stuff, what makes you think he wants to figure out dragon stuff?]

Seto Kaiba | YGO

[playthedamncard]

[Kaiba, in some ironic twist of fate, does not get to be a dragon.

He gets to be, for all intents and purposes, a lorekeeper. A job passed down in the family for thousands of years. It is not...impossible that reincarnation might be involved down the line. He's new to the knowledge, having been separated from his blood family for many years, all potential thoughts of shapeshifting dragon people banished from most recesses of his mind. But now as an independent(ly wealthy) teenager on his own...

Long story short, crash course in draconic knowledge. Major players and families, types, signs, power bases, general territories, connections, oaths, and half of him adores it. The knowledge that dragons are real. Not just a fantasy. The other half despises it. Of all people, he doesn't get to be one?

There is a story that his line began in the sands of Egypt when a distant ancestor fell in love with a shining white dragon with blue eyes, who loved him in return so much that she gave her life to protect him, and from this sacrifice, bestowed upon the line a gift and a responsibility. He thinks it's all bullshit, of course, but...]

[founderinglight]

[Sadly, he's still too small for Izunia to rest his head on without squishing him. There's a gentle nose boop, though.]

You don't have to earn anything. That's not what family's about.

[Or it shouldn't be.]