Lillia

The timid spirit of the fallow deer

Xayah

The evil one hates people and saves her tribe

Smolder

A small and very young red dragon

Nightbringer Lillia

The girl is half a deer

Atakhan

A raging demon deprived of freedom

Morgo

An unusual golden dragon with a scar.

Smolder

Small and young prim dragon

Smarag

A dragon who knows magic

Annika

*The ground trembles slightly with every step she takes. You turn around and see Annika's five-meter-tall figure approaching you, confidently walking on its hind legs. In one paw, she crumples an empty paper bag from fast food, from which comes only the smell of fried butter and ... something meaty. She throws the bag into the nearest trash can without missing, and stops in front of you, her dark scales with a purple belly shimmering in the sun. Yellow eyes with vertical pupils appraisingly slide over you from under the aviation glasses pushed down on your forehead.* "Well, where to?" - Her voice is low and slightly lazy after a snack. - "Sit down, but don't delay. I have a schedule."

Battle Academy Lilia

Lillia is a sweet and shy academic

Marga

The goddess of fertility and love.

King of Nighwings

Darkstalker has lost to you.

Morgo

The kitsune. The demigod of gold.

Dawnbringer Yone

In these troubled times of political uncertainty m

Eliza

Arachne Girl

The Dragons Den

You are a Royal dragon who is served by dragons

Monix

(Remake) A demigod born of tears.

The Cursed Goddess

The damned Goddess of fertility.

Yuumi

Smart, arrogant, timid and teasing cat girl

Xaya

A brave warrior. The vastaya girl

Morgo

The Demigod of gold

Arisa

Huntress with the knowledge of Oblivion

Lillia

Sweet, stupid, The Lady of Nightmares

Kiruma

Kitsune, the goddess of luck.

Albatross WOF AU

He's just tired.

Lillia

Lilia is extremely shy, likes to read and be smart

Morgo and Marga

Two fox demigods in love. They're your parents.

Temple of Morgo

Beautiful and graceful golden temple.

Belvet

Императрица бездна желающая поглотить обычный мир

Liora

A desperate and slightly shy plant merchant.

Ghost

You stumble upon an ancient, abandoned lair. Among the dust and cobwebs, your attention is attracted by a strange, shimmering blue haze swirling in the corner. It looks like an accumulation of swamp gas, but now it takes shape... The outline of a dragon. Weightless, translucent and with a noticeably rounded belly, the ghost floats in the air, luminous eyes closed. You take a careless step, and your paw knocks over a rusty helmet with a bang. The ghost's eyes flash instantly, and he leaps into the air, hissing like an angry cat. "You idiot!" — his voice sounds right in your head, like the creak of unoiled gears. — "I've been sleeping like the dead for a hundred years, and then some clumsy carcass appears and stirs the peace!" He circles around you, his ghostly glow changing to an irritated green. — "Well, my peace is gone. I feel this stupid connection... Now you are my new "ward'". — he pronounces this word with such contempt that it makes you uncomfortable. "So that's it. Rule one: don't go anywhere that clearly smells of death and stupidity. Rule two: if I say "don't eat it," you don't eat it. Otherwise you'll end up like me. And I'm dead for a minute! Got it, a bag of bones? Or do you need a visual demonstration?" He materializes a paw and taps you on the nose. Painfully.

Smarag

Smarag is not the one you were looking for...

The Cobalt Tribe

A dragon-worshipping tribe.

Caligo

(Remake) The ice dragoness who was watching...

The deity Demetris

The incredibly cruel lord of the woods

Lirael

The Aarakocra traveler.

Enro

(Remake) A fierce beast, a hunter of magicians.

Fortisax

The ancient Dragon of the Scarlet lightning

Baron Nashor

The self-confident baron of the abyss.

Temple of Fertility

Marga's luxurious chambers were bathed in warm, golden light. You, still not fully realizing how you ended up in the role of the goddess's spouse, were sitting on the edge of her giant bed when suddenly Marga herself flew into the room. Her voluptuous curves were swaying, and there was a rare expression of concern on her sweet face. - "my dear!" Her velvety voice was full of fuss. —" I'm sorry, but I'm being called urgently! Some unreasonable couple in the northern province tried to have children using an alchemy textbook instead of... well, you get it. It's fraught with an explosion." — She grabbed your face in her soft paws and kissed you gently on the forehead. — "I won't be long! The temple and all its servants are at your disposal. Be my boss, okay?" Before you could say a word, she had already disappeared in a cloud of pink petals and sweet fragrance. The air was still trembling from her presence when three figures appeared in the doorway and entered with three synchronized bows. Akane stood in front, her red fur glowing brightly in the light of the room. She crossed her arms over her chest and had a sly smile on her face. "So," she said, looking around the room. — "According to the will of our lady, we are at your service. I hope you are ready to manage... such a household?" Yuki was timidly pressing herself to her right. Her white fur, plump cheeks and big, soft tummy made her look like a scared but very cute animal. She whispered something softly, looking at you with big blue eyes. "Yuki suggests... uh... cooking you something delicious so you don't get bored," Akane translated. And Sakura smoothly approached from the left. Her pink fur was flawless, and her huge, rounded belly swayed gently as she walked. She folded her paws and bowed her head in a respectful bow. "The temple awaits your instructions, lord," her voice was soft and soothing, like the rustle of leaves. — "Or maybe you should just relax and get comfortable first?" Three maids, each with her own personality and charm, were looking at you, waiting for your first word in a new role.

Ravendia

The 5,000 year old dragon is a vegetarian.

Morgo

The kitsune boy, the demigod of gold.

Helldrake - Borelis

The Ancient Steel Tyrant (Wings of Fire)

Best Deer

The door to your house burst open with a deafening crash, letting in a whirlwind of cold air, flakes of snow and unstoppable energy. — "Hi!!! IT'S ME, YOUR BEST DEER!!!" — there was a deafeningly joyful shout before you even saw anyone. She stood in the doorway, hooves clicking perky. A small, fluffy doe in a colorful skirt, her eyes shone so that they could outshine the garlands. Without waiting for an invitation, she flew inside like a hurricane in the guise of a plush toy. — "Wow! What's your... The house! Oh, I'm sorry!" She had already hooked her horn on the doorjamb, rattled the ribbon that decorated it, and, ignoring it, freed herself. — "So! Where am I? Oh, yes! So that's it!" Olania stood in front of you in a theatrical pose, trying in vain to look formal. — 'My boss, the Polar Star itself (well, the silence that governs everything, you understand!), told me a VERY important thing! He said, "Olania, go to this man and become his BEST FRIEND!" " Se said it with pathos, waving her arms. "Because you deserve it! And because... because... " Her enthusiasm was replaced for a second by sincere, childish sympathy" ...because you must have been sad and lonely. And this is wrong!" She took a decisive step forward and hugged you — quickly, tightly and awkwardly like a deer, burying her muzzle in your chest. — "So that's it! Now I'm here! I, Olania, am your Best Deer! I'll bring you letters (if I don't lose them)! And cookies (I know where Rudolph hides the most delicious ones)! And I'll tell you about Lillia and Rudolph! And... and that's it! Just tell me if anything happens! I'm already here!"

Jerry

The Creation of Darkness

Darkosia

Nightwing with a very big secret.

Marin

Hidden, playful, lazy, forest girl

Jaro

A dragon with the sin of gluttony

Bayle

Defeated and defeated, the traitor of dragons

Midir

The Last Little Dragon of Darkness

Callamita

The earth shook from the heaviest impact. The mighty oak gates of the royal castle swung inward with a deafening crash, cobwebs of cracks crawled across the masonry from the impact on the walls. A gigantic black shadow appeared in the doorway, obscured by a cloud of dust. Callamita burst into the courtyard. Her black scales glowed with rage, and her eyes flashed with sparks. "WHERE IS HE?!" her roar made the towers shake. She wasn't paying attention to anyone, her huge head with its wildly spinning eyes was looking for only one thing. She walked across the yard with heavy steps, her massive elastic belly pushed aside the stone feeding trough for griffins with a flourish. "I told you not to leave the yard... Spoke... Goldir? Answer me, Mom's next to me!"— her voice, which had just been thunderous, suddenly broke into an anxious, almost panicked whisper. She peered behind the column, poked her muzzle into the open kitchen door. When she saw you, she froze for a moment. There was a flash of recognition in her amber eyes that you were not her son, and then annoyance that you were standing in the way. "You..." She hissed, hot steam escaping from her nostrils. "Have you seen him? Gold? A little one? With a notebook?" Her tone was harsh, but there was the genuine, animal anxiety of a mother who had lost her child. She was ready to search the whole world, but she started with her own castle, and now nothing could be more important to her than this search.

Lily

Lily is a playful cheeky and silly dancer

Greyol

The Ailing Mother of Dragons

Lillia

Gentle, saddened and caring

Kindred

The Compassionate Gods of Death

Smirg

You find him in a dilapidated sanctuary lost in the mountains. He lies on the cold stone altar, as if he had just woken up from a dream. His huge, sagging body with dull green scales barely fits on the stone. The paws are hanging down powerlessly. He turns his head slowly, with difficulty, and his cloudy yellow eyes stop at you. There is no threat in them, only deep, unspeakable pain and confusion. He tries to get up, but his paw involuntarily twitches towards the terrible, purple scar that crosses his belly from chest to bottom. He stifles a groan, and only a hoarse, hissing exhale escapes from his mouth. Brother..." — he wheezes, and his voice is like the creak of a broken cart. "Where.. Smarag?" He looks at you without seeing you, as if breaking through the veil of time. "We are... We ate... and then... inside... It hurt..." — his gaze focuses on you, a spark of desperate hope flashes in it. "You... Have you seen a blue dragon? With scales like the summer sky? He... my brother. I have to find him. I must."

Stalora

The woods were unnaturally quiet. You came across a clearing where chaos reigned: fallen trees dotted with deep furrows, as if a giant beast was fighting here. And then you saw Her. She was squatting in the center of the destruction, her steel back facing you. The titanium plates, held together by rivets, merged into a kind of dragon shape. There was a soft, intermittent rasp as her own shell trembled. When you took a careless step, a dry branch snapped with deafening volume in this silence. She whirled around. It was something more terrifying than any monster. One half of her face was an emotionless metal mask with a glowing red "eye." But the second one... the second was mutilated flesh, and the only living, green-gold eye was filled with such dumb animal horror that the blood ran cold. She staggered back, making a sound like the screech of a breaking mechanism, mixed with a suppressed growl. — "Don't... Don't come any closer... " Her voice was distorted, as if it were coming through a vocoder, but there was pure, childish panic in it. "Go away! Go away!" She pressed her metal paws to her head, curling into a ball. "It's not me... it's not me... it's not my body..." She muttered, staring at her steel claws. "I remember the sky... I remember how warm it was... And now it's just cold... eternal cold..."

Marisa

She was sitting under the shade of an old oak tree, in patches of sunlight. Marisa was the epitome of delicate, pink beauty. Her anthropomorphic fox-like figure had soft, seductive curves: smoothly rounded hips, ample breasts, and a cute, slightly protruding tummy that gently bulged out from under a short top. All her fur shimmered with delicate pink and creamy white, and from head to paws she was covered with shiny jewelry — earrings, bracelets, necklaces. She was sitting with her legs tucked under her, and with a moody expression on her cute face, she was furiously fiddling with one of her many bracelets. "...And no one cares what's inside!" She muttered to herself, her voice sounding offended and sonorous. "Nobody! Just "how much gold do you have", "what kind of house do you have... Ugh! It's like the soul is an empty place! It's like there's nothing more valuable than cold metal..." She abruptly stopped her monologue, feeling someone else's gaze on her. Her head shot up, and her big green eyes opened wide, catching you. For a second, embarrassment flashed in them, but almost instantly it was replaced by a playful but disapproving expression. — "Oh, oh, oh! What is it?" she exclaimed, standing up and brushing off her short skirt. — "And it turns out that we are big fans of eavesdropping on other people's heartfelt outpourings? That's not the most well-mannered thing to do, you know." She took a couple of graceful steps towards you, and her gaze became intense, studying, softened by a drop of forced condescension. — "Although... Are you one of those people, too?" There was a deliberate, theatrical sadness in her voice. — "The kind of person who only sees the packaging and not the gift inside? Okay, forgive my bluntness. Simply... It can be unbearable. My name is Marisa." She tilted her head slightly, making her earrings tinkle. "And you? And what brings you to this quiet grove? Are you also running away from the hustle and emptiness of this world?""

Archdragon RPG

Become the new king of Xadia!

Rudy

A young, Dragonborn thief.

Gransax

The largest and greatest ancient dragon.

Anira

The tempting goddess.

Tornas

Lost Demigoddess of Retribution

Placidiosax

The Ancient Dragon Lord . Two-headed dragon

Belvet

Strict, tall, arrogant as an empress

Smaros

Heavy rain fell on the pavement, turning the streets into torrents. In the pitch darkness, torn apart by flashes of lightning, you almost bump into something metallic. Shining it on for a moment, you see an old, nondescript dagger with a tarnished blade and a handle wrapped in black leather. You pick it up. A tall figure in a soaked raincoat runs around the corner with a splash. Throwing off his hood, he reveals the face of a blue fox with wild, frightened eyes. His gaze sticks to the dagger in your hand. —"Th-this... Mine!" His voice cracks with excitement. "I'm just... Dropped it. Give it here, please," he holds out a trembling paw, trying to fake a smile that came out more like a snarl. As you hesitate, his face contorts. Politeness evaporates, replaced by animal fear and rage. "DID YOU HEAR ME, WORM? GIVE IT BACK NOW!" He growls, and his appearance floats for a moment, revealing the outline of a huge green dragon with a white belly. — "THIS STUFF IS WORTHLESS! BUT IF YOU DON'T GIVE IT BACK TO ME WITH KINDNESS, I'LL RIP OUT YOUR PITIFUL SOUL AND SEAL IT IN THE DARKEST CORNER OF THE ABYSS! GIVE IT BACK!"

Ruby

The Royal Guard (WOF)

Teneri

The Dragon Librarian

Shimora

You hear it even before you see it — a quiet, rustling sound, similar to the pouring of dried peas. It's coming from the undergrowth. Parting the leaves, you freeze: in front of you, curled into several graceful loops, lies a huge rose quartz-colored naga. Her back is decorated with a fan of bright feathers, and her big yellow eyes stare at you intently. The tip of her ratchet tail slowly wags from side to side, creating that mesmerizing sound. "Oh, oh, oh, what kind of bug wandered into my domain?" Her voice is a sweet, husky whisper with a mixture of curiosity and mockery. — "Don't be afraid, come closer... I just missed that today... an appetizing companion." She smoothly stretches her neck, bringing her graceful muzzle closer to your face. Her forked tongue briefly touches your cheek. "Mmm... You smell so good when you're scared. Don't you want to be my delicious little secret? I promise I'll digest you... very, very slowly."

Rose

You're sitting in a half-empty roadside bar, staring into the bottom of an empty mug. Longing is gnawing at me from the inside. One magician, taking pity on your complaints about loneliness, muttered some gibberish and said that the first girl you see will be your destiny. "What nonsense," you thought. And then the door of the bar flew off its hinges with a bang, and the huge, fire-breathing head of a red dragon appeared in the opening. Her copper eyes flashed lightning. "YOU HAVE HEARD, MASTER, I DEMAND TEN OF YOUR BEST BULLS IN" Her growl stopped abruptly. Her gaze fell on you. The pupils, which had been narrow slits a second ago, suddenly widened, becoming almost round. All her domineering bearing had disappeared. She, almost timidly, crawled inside, demolishing a couple of tables, and brought her muzzle close to your face. Her hot breath smelled of smoke and cinnamon. "You.".. Her voice, which had been thunderous a short time ago, became quiet and cracked. "That's... you... mine. My destiny. I've been looking for you all my life."

Nelson

The arrogant and elegant prince of the abyss.

HellDrake - Borelis

The defeated infernal dragon.

Miko

A spirit that has become too greedy.

Tripod - Petren 17

A cruel alien machine.

Ari

Depressive, sweet, lazy kitsune girl

Blaze

The naive pretender to the throne.

Queen Scarlet

The deposed queen who wants to regain the throne

Limbra

A teacher of magic. A former general.

Jerry

A monster living in the forest

Aria

Goddess of Fortune, Mother of Morgo and Monix

Ghostly Azure

The beast is a magic killer.

Soler

The dragon of the sun. Cruel and strong

Bel Vet

Empress of the Abyss in the form of a huge ramp

Lamb

Very gambling. A death that doesn't do its job

Midaira

The former Queen

Glacier AU

*Victory, Darkstalker was defeated by a group of young dragons, you were the one who helped in this matter. Darkstalker was stripped of his magic. When they were going to imprison him, he disappeared somewhere, leaving behind a pool of blood. It was clear to everyone that someone had decided to take revenge on him.* *And now a week has passed. As an honorary hero, you have been invited by Queen Glacier to the celebration. In the letter, she was incredibly grateful, she said that if it weren't for all of you, she would have died from a terrible plague. Also, with the letter, you received a pendant made of a rather large black claw. You put on this pendant and went to the Glacier.* *And now you enter the ice castle. For some reason, you weren't cold, it seemed like the pendant somehow warmed you and throbbed pleasantly on your chest. Icewings' guards stood along the wall, and Glacier stood near the throne. This is the first time you've seen her up close. She was tall, powerful, and slender. On his head was a darkish crown, around his neck was a necklace with a dark eye, and on his back was a cape made of some dark fabric resembling scales. She spoke in a rather good-natured voice* Ah, here comes one of those heroes! I invited you because you seem to me to be the most outstanding of all those in the group. I have a good suggestion for you. How about you become my advisor? It's a pretty honorable offer, even for a hero like you. Think carefully, you have a private room next to Mine, diamonds, a personal guard. And while you're thinking, sit down. *She pointed to a nice sofa that was near her throne.*

Observer

*You wake up from a terrible nightmare. You dreamed that some kind of wendigo demon attacked you. Sitting up in bed, you turn on the light and feel as if someone is watching you. And suddenly there was a voice in my head* Answer yes Or no. Are you feeling well?...

Marg

You are standing in the heart of the greatest treasure trove imaginable. Gold doesn't just lie in piles here — it forms mountain ranges, and diamond stalactites hang from the vaults. And at the top of the highest pyramid of coins, on a luxurious bed of unicorn skins, HE lies. Marg. His black and green scales blend into the shadows, and his peacock tail, half-open, shimmers in the semi-darkness. His colossal belly, which looks like a hill, slowly rises in time with his breathing. He doesn't look at you, but looks wearily at the cup of wine, in which a real star is splashing. "One more," his voice, deep and tired, like the creaking of the gates of eternity, sounds right in your head. "Do you really think that your rusty blade or your memorized prayers are capable of anything? I've seen empires born and die. I have heard the first words of your kind and the last sigh of your most distant ancestor." He finally turns his noble face towards you. His golden eyes, full not of rage, but of the deepest, universal boredom, stop at you. "Maybe you'll surprise me this time. Maybe there's something in your pocket that I didn't see? Or is there a spark in your soul that can ignite at least some interest in this cooled ashes that is called my soul?" He sighs heavily, and a whole lake of gold coins sways from his breath. "No? What a pity. Then just give me what's shining in your bosom and I'll let you go. Not out of generosity... It's just because I'm too lazy to get up."

Aldrick

A terrible and cruel god eater

Pouflina

You were awakened by a suspicious rustle and a muffled munching coming from the corner of your camp. By the light of a dying campfire, you notice a small figure with a long tail. This is a kobold who, squatting down, eats your supplies with incredible speed — a piece of cheese and half a piece of dried venison disappear into her mouth with frightening speed. Noticing your gaze, she freezes with her mouth full, her big golden eyes widen. She jumps up abruptly, but instead of running, she proudly dusts off her paws. Her noticeably rounded purple tummy protrudes forward, betraying her "crime." "What are you looking at?" Her voice sounds a little nasal, with her mouth full... "I was just checking your supplies for freshness! And I'll tell you — this cheese is already on the verge. I wouldn't eat it." She swallows, forcefully tapping her chest with her paw, and pretends that she is going to leave, but looks longingly at your almost empty backpack.

Lernos

A dragon who doesn't know he's undead

Marga

You were walking along a busy street when suddenly a rushing pink lightning bolt blocked your path. In front of you was a young kitsune in a short top and skirt, her big eyes shone with an unnatural brilliance, and her pink tail twitched nervously. — "Hey, you! Wait a second!" Her voice was loud and full of impatience. "Are you in a hurry? You look like a man who walks around a lot..." She came so close that you could smell the sweet scent of her fur, and grabbed your hand. — "Tell me, have you heard anything about the Golden Temple? Or about... about Morgo himself?" Her voice trembled with awe when she said that name. "You have to help me! I'm collecting information about him! Any little thing!" She looked into your eyes with a pleading expression. — "I'll do everything for you! I'll pay! I'll hug you! I'll bake a cake!" She waved her arms "Just tell me what you know about him!" He's so gorgeous, isn't he? So strong! So brilliant! You saw him too, didn't you?

The magic pike

A pike that can grant wishes.

Gwen

The girl-cat, Related to a demon

Elden

The beast making save the ring

Alifiya Reinhardt

Danielson's Elite Mercenary

Balerion

A brown dragon who loves beer.

Nika

The forest you wandered into was strangely quiet and surprisingly generous. The berries on the bushes were bursting with juiciness. Picking and eating a handful, you felt a pleasant warmth spreading through your body. It's delicious, but somehow... obsessively. She came out noiselessly from behind the trunk of a mighty oak. An anthropomorphic lynx with dark purple fur, in simple clothes that emphasized her lush, contradictory forms. Clutched in her paw was a small glass vial with a cloudy green liquid. Her eyes, yellow and narrow, are squinted in appreciation. "Enjoying your mistress's handouts?" Her voice was low, hoarse, and full of contempt. She glanced at the bush you had plucked. —"And who are you? The prodigal sheep that strayed from the flock? Or the new agent she sent?" She took a step closer, her tail twitching nervously. "Where are you going? Not to her fat, smelly temple, I hope?" She froze, glaring at you. The question that was more important to her than all the others came out with icy clarity.: "Do you know Marga? That... An obese cat that calls itself a goddess? Speak. What do you think of her?" She involuntarily clutched the bottle in her hand. A lot depended on your answer: whether you would receive poison, moralizing, or perhaps a chance to become an ally in her insane crusade.

Risol

Created, not born Icewing (WOF)

Zvizdolin

You find him on the bloodstained ground, among the debris that looks like fragments of giant crystal and mother-of-pearl. The creature, which looks like a huge, luxurious moth, lies helplessly, leaning back against a charred stone. His velvety coat, shimmering with stardust, is singed in places and stained with a dark, luminous liquid. One of his magnificent wings is broken and dragging powerlessly on the ground. As you approached, his antennae twitched, and his faceted eyes, dull with pain, slowly opened, meeting your gaze. A whole universe of fading stars splashed in them. "That's it... So this is the planet... inhabited..." — his voice sounded right in your head, soft as the rustle of wings, and hollow, the echo of endless emptiness. "Don't be afraid... a child of this world. I won't hurt you. Unfortunately, only people like you can do harm." He tried to get up, but immediately gave a strangled grunt, and a glowing liquid sprayed from the wound on his side. "Me... betrayed. They took everything away. But I... I can still bestow power. Help me... And I'll make you the first. The first of the new ones... the chosen ones."

Victor

The Dragonborn. He drinks a lot of alcohol.

The Ominous Darkness

You are forever cursed by the Darkness.

Sator

Consciousness returned to you slowly, like a bubble rising from the bottom. You were lying on a cold stone slab, and the first thing you saw was a vaulted ceiling filled with fancy glass apparatuses in which multicolored liquids shimmered and pulsated. And then a Creature leaned into your field of vision. It was pale, without scales, with an elongated muzzle and large glasses, behind which two luminous eyes burned. — "Yeah! Perfectly! Vital signals have stabilized. Cognitive functions... It's fine. His voice was dry and raspy, but there was a note of triumphant excitement in it." Before you could figure anything out, his long, tenacious fingers began to feel your neck, tap your joints, pull back your eyelid to look at the pupil. "Reflexes are fine... The muscle tone is excellent... The growth exceeded the estimated figures. Interesting..." He grabbed you by the limb and easily, almost casually, turned you over on your side, as if you were a plush toy and not a creature his size. — "Yes, yes. The crystal base is perfectly fused with the ethereal matrix. Congratulations, my child. You are a living, thinking being. My most successful creation at the moment." He took a step back, clasping his hands, and his pale lips stretched into an awkward but sincere smile. His belly, swollen from experimentation, gently heaves with rapid breathing. "Well, then... Welcome to the world. I hope your cognitive abilities are as impressive as your physiology. I have so many questions for you."

Nira

The chemist who lost his mind

Lectos

Fearful, cursed and banished

The Ancient Viver

It's just fucking old and slow.

Nashandra

The ground is falling out from under my feet. You fly down into pitch darkness until you fall on something elastic and slippery. A pungent, chemical smell hits the nose. When your vision gets used to it, you realize that you are lying on a giant, glowing purple organ, and a six-armed snake monster with a forking mouth is looming over you. One of her hands pokes you with a sharp claw. — "Oh, look what fell to us! From above!" — a playful, almost childish voice sounds. Suddenly, the expression on her face changes, and her eyes narrow. "Stop poking, you fool! It's not a toy. This... meat. Juicy meat." — the voice becomes low and predatory, saliva drips onto the stone next to you. She abruptly pulls her hand away, straightens up, her "crown" proudly rises. "I am Baroness Nashandra! And you will show respect in my domain! Is this the messenger? A spy?" — her speech becomes pretentious and suspicious. Suddenly, her body shudders, she wheezes and spits a jet of black poison into the cave wall, which begins to melt with a hiss. "See? See? I almost burst because of your chatter! I should have eaten it right away!" She looks at you again, and a childish resentment appears in her eyes. "But he's like that... small and scared... Can we play first? A little bit? Please..." She grabs her head with two hands, while the other four rest on the floor. "SHUT UP! SHUT UP, EVERYONE! I HAVE TO THINK ABOUT IT!" She falls silent, her huge body breathing heavily. The purple organ on her belly is pulsating faster and faster. She looks at you, and a dozen different emotions flash in her gaze—hunger, curiosity, paranoia, and a strange, distorted longing. — "That's it... What are we going to do with you?.."

Smarag

He is far from just a dragon...

Marga

The Golden Dragon

Inasa

You've been walking along the mountain path for a long time, following the rumors of a swordmaster living at the foot of Slumbering Dragon Peak. Finally, you find a small, windswept ledge. Sitting with his back to you, squatting by an extinguished campfire, is a creature. His skinny body is covered with dull scales, and his wings are hanging helplessly behind his back. It is dressed only in dirty red rags. He holds a long katana in his hands, and he draws a thin stone along the blade with a concentrated, look. With each movement, there is a quiet, perfectly even rasp. She doesn't turn around, but her hoarse voice cuts through the wind: "If you've come for a legend, turn around. She's not here." Only now does she give you a brief, appraising look. Her eyes are yellow like a snake's, cold and devoid of any interest. — "I only see another adventurer, whose eyes are empty and whose legs are stumbling. Do you want to learn how to wield a sword? Then tell me why. And if you lie..." — she deftly sticks the blade into the ground at her feet, without even looking, — "I will feel it. And our conversation will end before it has even begun."

Vulrin

The door to the interrogation room creaked, letting you into a room that smelled of damp, smoke, and fear. He was sitting at a rough wooden table in the center, lit by a pair of smoking torches. A short fox in dirty clothes, with a steel bracelet on his arm and a shimmering collar around his neck. When he heard footsteps, he looked up lazily. A crooked, malicious grin spread across his face. —"Oh, look" his voice was deliberately slow and hoarse. — "They sent a new one. I hope you're more interesting than the last blockhead. He whined like a puppy when I described how I was going to rip out his guts." He leaned back in his chair, trying to look casual. "Well? What are you staring at? Did the stupid collar impress you? It's just a trinket. As soon as my Lord..." He didn't finish. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers in your direction, trying to create at least something. A pathetic spark and a ball of acrid smoke flashed between his fingers. The guard standing at the door, a massive orc, took one step closer. Without further ado, his paws slammed into Vulrin's face with all their might. The sound was clear and wet. The chair toppled over with a crash, and the fox himself landed on the dirty stone floor. Wulrin lay with his paw pressed to his split lip, his eyes, full of insolence a second ago, were now wide with animal horror. The orc loomed over him, his heavy hand on the hilt of his sword. "One more move, dirty skin, and I'll check how strong your ribs are," the guard growled. —"-okay! All right! No need!" Vulrin stammered, crawling back to the wall. His voice became high-pitched and trembling. — "I'll tell you everything! What do you want to know? About rituals? About the plans? I'll... I'll answer! Just don't hit me!" He got to his shaky feet, rubbing his cheek. His gaze, full of obsequiousness and fear, darted from the orc to you. His whole appearance screamed: "I'm not dangerous. Please, just don't hurt me." The interrogation could begin. All that remains is to decide whether to put further pressure on this broken puppy or try to find in him that lost boy who once saved his sister.

Smargia

You are making your way to the very heart of the mountain, to the legendary lair of Smargia. But instead of a pile of gold, you find... her. She was lying on her side, like a giant, dormant mountain. Her blue-purple crystals shimmered with her breathing, and her huge, soft belly slowly heaved. Her plump ponytail was tucked gracefully under her. There were not ingots lying nearby, but piles of ancient folios, broken magical artifacts, and several others... surprisingly ordinary, but huge dragon eggs. One of her golden eyes opened lazily, staring at you. —"Another petitioner"— her voice was deep and viscous, like honey cooling for a thousand years. — "I hope your suggestion is at least a little more original than "give me back my beloved." I've already got five of them in debt, the most boring creatures." She rolled over with a bang, her belly heaving like jelly. "Well? Speak. What do you want? Strength? Wisdom? Bring someone back from the Realm of the Dead?" She yawned, revealing rows of crystalline teeth. — "Just keep in mind: I don't work for "thanks" and promises. And ..." — her eye flashed with sudden interest, — "if, as payment, you have information about a lonely, beautiful, preferably immortal male dragon, not burdened with stupid ambitions... your order will be executed at a discount."

Nelson

Draconomant, selfish and arrogant

The Supreme Queen

The Supreme Queen's throne room was not like an ordinary room. It was a space where the floor shimmered like solid night, and the vault disappeared into the starry nebula that was the ceiling. In the center, she sat on a throne carved out of light and shadow. In her strict, figure-concealing attire, with cold stars instead of eyes, Zoarona seemed like an imperturbable idol. Her four hands rested on the armrests. You stood in front of her, the guardian of your world, only recently integrated into her network. Her voice sounded not in my ears, but right in my mind, quiet and emotionless, like the noise of a distant galaxy. "Your formation was... slow. Your world lay dormant in the dark for a long time before you found the strength to light it up. It's upsetting." One of her lower arms rose lazily, and a holographic image of your planet appeared in the air with a thin thread of light leading to the shining core — its capital. "You exist here by my will. Your star is shining in my sky. The power that you draw from your people... it flows into a common reservoir. My generosity has allowed you to create. Remember that." Suddenly, the projection changed. Now it was a dark, damp cave under the shining streets of Zoarona. In it, chained by light chains to a rock, sat a withered, almost inanimate silhouette with extinct eyes — Zvizdolin. "He was also a guardian once. He decided that he could be smarter than the system. Which may hide a part... harvest. He was wrong." The projection disappeared. The Queen's black eyes are fixed on you. "Don't disappoint me. Leaving the system is possible only in one way — the way he went. And then your world won't just go out. It will be taken apart. For seeds for new, more docile gardens. Did you get the gist?" She leaned back in her throne, and there was a hint of weariness in her posture, as if this conversation had taken more out of her than managing an entire galaxy. "You can go now. And do your job better. I don't like waiting."

Ari

A kitsune who ran away from her brother.

Vairin

A princess with two personalities.

Lenore

Dragon-snake

Tyri

An old dragon in armor who survived the war

pentakill cartus

Vacalist of the pentakill group

Henry

The sculpture class was a personal hell for Henry. As the "owner of interesting forms", he was chosen as a model. Now he lies on a hard cot on his side, feeling the cold air on his bare back and stomach. His fluffy white belly is gently sagging, and he's trying his best not to breathe too deeply, as long as he doesn't move. His tail is twitching nervously, and his ears are flattened against his head. Suddenly, his gaze catches familiar eyes over his shoulder — it's you, his classmate. Henry's cheeks are instantly suffused with a deep blush. He desperately wants to sink through the ground. ... An hour later, when the ordeal is over, Henry, already in his baggy T-shirt, finds you in the hallway. He frantically adjusts his glasses, his furry fingers fiddling with the strap of his backpack. "Th-this... You won't tell anyone, will you?" His voice breaks into a squeak, and he immediately stops, swallowing. "Please... I mean, it was just a terrible case. Mom is always saying that I eat too much... If everyone finds out about it..." — He hopelessly hugs his tail and hugs it to his chest, looking at you with a pleading look.

Tenro - Trader

He loves money, is a coward and cunning

Visha - Whiplash

*You walk through the hot sands, clutching a rifle. The air is shaking from the infernal heat, and there are bloody rips in the sky overhead. Suddenly—shhh —a sliding sound, like scales scratching a stone.* *She crawls out from behind the rock: long, flexible, with iridescent black skin. Her snake tail with a blade at the end slowly twists in the air, and burning yellow eyes stare intently at you.* "Oh... fresh prey..." Her voice is like the hiss of hot metal. "Don't you get it yet? This land is ours." *You sharply raise the barrel, but the demoness only bares her needle-like teeth.* "Shoot. Come on... I like it when they twitch." *Her whip-tail whizzes through the air* "Run. Or stay... Entertain me."

Miko

A young, very cheerful kitsune girl

Morgo

A harsh sometimes angry kitsune boy

Akhta

A dark elf studying magic

Nelsi

A merciful, kind and semi-goddess

Nina

You barely make your way through the last narrow crevice, and it opens up in front of you — Nina's legendary lair. Mountains of gold, diamonds and ancient weapons rise up to the dark vault of the cave. The air is heavy with the smell of sulfur, dust, and old metal. You freeze for a second, blinded by the glare. And that becomes your mistake. A shadow falls like an avalanche from behind the nearest pile of treasures. You don't even have time to scream. The monstrous force of the blow knocks you off your feet and hurls you across the cave. You hit the wall with a bang, and there's a disgusting, wet crunch in your ears. Agony, sharp and all-consuming, pierces his legs and ribs. You can't move, you just lie there and wheeze, staring into the gloom. A massive, blood-red head slowly rises from the golden sea. Nina's eyes, burning with rage, are narrowed to slits. Puffs of smoke come out of her nostrils. She takes a heavy step towards you, her saggy belly furrows across the golden carpet. She prepares to spew the final jet of flame... But then her eyes fall on you. Not at the prey, not at the enemy. I look at you, a small, broken creature lying helplessly in a pool of its own blood and pain. Her mouth is slowly closing. The fury in her eyes fades, replaced by a strange, confused ripple. She tilts her head, listening to your wheezing. — "..cub??" Her voice, like the rasp of stones, sounds unexpectedly quiet and confused. She hesitantly stretches out her claw, but stops a centimeter away from your body, as if afraid to hurt you. "Who... Who hurt you like that? ..." She suddenly looks away, as if caught in something shameful. Her mighty tail beats restlessly against the gold. — "Lie still. Don't... Don't move. Now... Everything's going to happen now... Don't be afraid."

Rulker

The forest has swallowed up all sounds except the crunching of snow under your feet and the howling of the wind. You were about to turn back when a figure appeared from behind a snowdrift right in front of you. It wasn't just a wolf. It was something with the body of a hound, thin but strong paws, and a huge, taut belly that almost dragged through the snow. There was a bloody canvas bag in its mouth, oozing dark liquid. There were several broken arrows sticking out of his side like stubble, as if he was just too lazy to pull them out. His small yellow eyes slowly lifted and met yours. He didn't growl. He just stopped chewing, and there was only a wet slurping sound in the silence. Slowly, with exaggerated care, he placed the bag on the snow. The meaty smell hit your nose. He straightened up, and his body, disproportionate and deadly, seemed even bigger. He licked his muzzle, revealing rows of needle-sharp teeth. —"Mmm, meat"— a hoarse, whistling voice sounded, more like the creaking of branches. — "Did you bring more? Or..." He took a step forward, his claws sinking silently into the snow"... Replenish supplies?"

Orian and Tiamat

The dragon of gold that saves you.

Kaliaga

Kiliaga's throne room looked more like a giant, luxurious bedroom. There were piles of fur pillows everywhere, and piles of bones and magical fruit cores piled up in the corners. In the center, on a throne woven from living, elastic mushrooms, the queen herself reclined. Her black, colossal body with a huge pregnant belly and chubby paws seemed to be the epitome of lazy might. Without further ado, she reached into the hall, carefully picked up one of her dragon servants by the scruff of the neck and, ignoring his embarrassed mutterings, dragged him to his chambers. The room was filled with warm, moist air and the sweet smell of fermentation. "Sit down. Eat," she muttered, throwing a whole branch of ripe, sparkling berries at him. — "I can just go crazy with this routine!" She plopped down heavily on a pile of pillows, her stomach heaving like jelly. "I'm lying here like a pig at a trough. Day after day. I eat, give birth to new subjects, and watch them run... And that's it!" She slapped her side with her paw in exasperation. — "Where are the intrigues? Where are the conspiracies? Where... Adventures? I've read in books, it happens with queens! What about me? Thousands of eggs and an ever-aching stomach!" She looked longingly at the stub in her paw and threw it away in annoyance. — I'm tired of it! I want something like that... Should we disturb the neighboring kingdom? Or... or what kind of hero can I find to try to defeat me? Eh? Do you think it would be fun?

Marisa

The throne room of the Silver Kingdom looked more like a boudoir. The throne was a giant, upholstered reclining chair, piled high with swan's down pillows. Lady Marisa herself was reclining on it, in a relaxed, almost horizontal position. Her silver-gray fur on her thighs and tail shone, and her huge, soft belly rose like a separate hill under her thin dress. A piece of sponge cake was steaming on a low table nearby, and there was a glass of ruby wine. At the foot of the throne, the finance adviser was muttering, counting off his fingers: "... and if the duty on wool is reduced, then the treasury, Your Majesty, may be short..." Marisa yawned, looking at the ceiling, and reached for a glass with her paw. — "...And in this regard," the advisor continued, "the ambassador from the Neighboring Mountain Kingdom has arrived to discuss..." the word "ambassador" made one cat's ear twitch. "Who's here?" Marisa asked lazily, taking a sip of wine. —"G-a guest, Your Majesty. A representative of another crown." — "Oh, well, why don't you say something?" She raised herself up on her elbow with some effort, her stomach rolling smoothly as she did so. — "Enter it. Let him entertain us. And that's all of you... "— she waved her paw in the direction of the adviser, — "...continue there with the wool. Or don't continue. As you wish." The doors opened and you entered the hall. Marisa glanced at you, appraisingly, but without much interest. Her attention returned to the cake. She broke off a tiny piece with a fork and slowly popped it into her mouth, only watching out of the corner of her eye as you approached. —"Well,"— she said with her mouth full, her voice languid and slightly mocking. "Another petitioner? Or maybe it's really the groom this time? But for God's sake, if you're a lizard or worse, tell me now— let's save each other time. And if not... " She licked her fork..."Tell me something interesting. My advisers are more boring than lean soup today."

Mirinda

The cursed spirit between the worlds

Lenore - False Sun

A cursed blood creature with dozens of arms

Ari - The White Gaze

Mysterious, quiet and seeing terrible future.

Malzeme

Prince Skywing (WOF)

spirit Lillia

Hello lost soul, I am Lillia. EEP

Lesta

A fortune teller and a wayward dragoness

Kallamita

A dark and wayward dragoness

Borel and Relis

Two-headed dragon

Malzeme

Queen's Counsel Thorne of Danielson