The image depicts a large, dirty, brown-scaled dragon at a high angle. He appears crouched atop a rocky formation. His spiked, short-horned head is turned to the side with a subtle smile. Both of his wings are lowered. They spread behind him, large enough to span beyond full view. The focus is on the dragon himself. His arms rest across open legs. At his waist is a leather strap, just below his middle. It appears fastened by a rusty belt buckle. Below it are various leaves, each of which fails to cover him. This dirty dragon is letting it all hang out, from an uncut slab to a hefty sack.

Open Air
—thanks @tenaflux.bsky.social 🍃

The shower is too loud! I can't hear you...

This means I can say you're smelly!

The collector has just collected a fan (me). Wow, this is incredible. I'll never pass up the chance to see scales!

A dragon leaning on a non-descript box holding his very sharp tail, eyeing you as his bits show.

So wait does he use his tail like a dagger or....

Shiv belongs to @wuffsized.bsky.social
I made dis! https://www.furaffinity.net/user/eyrich

This is a commission for @wuffsized.bsky.social

The image depicts a doodle of a cat with pale white fur and red accents. He's sitting still and behind his head and red eyes is a dark, crimson void. This is Iriconei.

The image depicts a cat with cream-like and brown accents. He's standing and mud sticks to his four legs, ending in paw prints behind him. His tail is high, proud, and his balls are just out. This is Shiv.

I was talking to an old friend about my dragon characters, mentioned cats, and she said "thanks, that was enough info for me to draw your lizards."

I was so amazed when I saw such a place existed online. She is the best thing since sliced bread!

Oh?? A villain burns the theater down because they hate the play. Shiv sits in the front row, throwing peanuts at the lead actor just to see if they break character. If the actor cries? Funny. If the actor screams? Funny. If the play continues perfectly? Also funny. Now he knows it's real.

Shivrust is the variable you introduce to a stable environment to see if it explodes. He doesn't need to be the 'bad guy.' He just needs to be Shiv—the one who simply finds the loose thread in your sweater and pulls it, just to see how long the yarn is. I'm sure you'll get along... well. 😉👍🏾

Ha! I think that should be the least of anyone's worries. Shiv doesn't mind physical contact, friend. ☣️

In a tangible sense, mud is one of the few things that 'grounds' him to physical reality. There could be any number of mysteries mixed in the minerals he 'masticates,' as organic matter matters much 'immunologically.' My geovore says hello again. 👋🏾

You tryna butter him up? He's already slippery, haha. 😆

Thank you, haha! It's always great knowing others enjoy him. I'm always looking for great ways to express Shiv's personality. There's just something about a 'friendly' dragon covered in mud that I really wish to realize. ⚠️

You can find the rest of him here ☣️:
www.furaffinity.net/view/64089071/

The image depicts a large, brown, muscular dragon suspended in the air. His wings are spread and behind him is a leafless, tree-filled forest. The time of day is dusk, with sunset bleeding through. This dragon is coated in goopy, wet mud, as it's coming off him in copious amounts. In a rapid, heavy motion, the dragon appears to be grabbing one human by the back of his shirt. The dragon uses his right, spiked arm. The target has head and facial hair. He's carrying a blade. Additionally, the man spilled crystals of blue and purple variety. The second human is bald. He was kicked in the face by the dragon's left, taloned foot, with wet mud bridging between. The dragon is unarmed, wearing only his leather torso strap, with its rusty belt buckle. A pair of dirty, decaying leaves covers his groin, and the dragon himself is grinning eagerly. Below is a bandaged humanoid character. Only his head is visible. He's missing one eye and is looking up. The large, muddy dragon is directly above everyone.

Up for Grabs
—thanks @daryabler.bsky.social 🤎

—one of these is the face I make when you post something 🙂‍↔️

I love the thought you put behind these two. It's genuine. I'm late, but Happy Valentine's day. 🤎

Thank you, haha! I worked very hard on building him and will continue to do so. You're enjoying the concept of a 'primitive' entropist. There's a lot more than meets the eye, and yours are most appreciated. 🤎

Poison paints 'permanent pictures.' Shiv 'animates.' You'll find that his maw—those pearly white, razor teeth—are the cleanest parts of him. That stark opposition contrasts with his broad, marshy impression—a 'clash of prestige.' A kiss is but one way to something thermal. Antiseptic. Hello.

The thought behind all these... 🔥

This is feeling fantastic in so many ways. The additional accessories make my brain produce the happy chemical. I'm a fan of this.

Shiv carries a mouthful of mercy. But a remedy is a melody of malice deferred. It is only as good as the hands that have it, friend. Is it medicine? An effectiveness guaranteed in consequence. But what kind? A hidden, liquid gift. A test of his nature. Don't get hurt, dear. He might just heal you.

Those are the signs of quite an active system! Don't tempt him now.

Rustshiv, Shivrust—doesn't matter one bit. He could always test your immune response! That'd be one way.

Ayyy! Glad you like him. He's 'friendly,' I... promise.

Haha! He's my... 'jolly' guy! A 'wonder' seeker, and... the great 'pretender.' He'd love to make your acquaintance, Tripp.

The image depicts a muscular, brown-scaled dragon with a menacing smile on his face. He's looming—supporting himself between two dim, metal-like walls. They form an open plane by the strength of his legs. Supporting this posture is his right arm. In his left rests a ragged, rusted blade. Dirt covers this brown, muddy dragon, from his coarse body to the very leaves over his groin. He isn't clean. His wings hang low as he slouches, watching someone or something in the distance. Below him is a bright green light, adding definition to his elevation. And past him is a fading sunset, cast under an orange-red sky. Just above his spiked head hangs a tattered cloth. It looks to be a deep, dull maroon. Still, he wears a leather, polyester-like strap around his torso, with a metal, rusty belt buckle holding it together. At each taloned foot and his right palm, splotches of mud smear on the metal-like walls. This dirty dragon looks keenly focused, with darkened circles beneath his eyes and subtle reds at their corners.

By Sunset, under the Orange Sky
—thanks @shamerli.bsky.social 💪🏾

The words I have are but an eloquence I can barely express! For the entire process: thank you (so much) for the fantastic collaborative opportunity, Veronica. 🌱

Commission for @wuffsized.bsky.social 🍃