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Anonymous-Guy-3000 β Scorchwing
Published: 2021-04-12 22:27:06 +0000 UTC; Views: 2953; Favourites: 10; Downloads: 2
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This was drawn as a request by someone on one of the media platforms I used. I do know her, but I can't contact her anymore...Moving along, Scorchwing was a young dragon that lived his family somewhere in the wilderness. As he was in his teenage years, an ambush was orchestrated on him and the other dragons. Luckily, he was the only one who escaped until a group of cowboys had caught him with their lassos. He was raised on a ranch where he was constantly, and unfortunately used to be the next mount for any other cowboy that would ride him successfully. Scorchwing did learn to buck while examining the horses, and in doing so he threw off every rider that attempted. But when Brandon came along, there may be a chance where the young cowboy would try and soothe the wild dragon...
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I don't feel like it.
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I adore this art and the story behind it is wonderful!
10/10 in my heart!
If youβd like we could do some kind of RP where Brandon meets and befriends the younger Scorchwing.
Not pressing or anything, but Iβd be honored if you considered it.
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I don't know.
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Thank you!
Also, May I draw some fan art of this big fella? Free of charge of course.
Am I Scorchwing in this, or one of his caretakers, or Brandon?
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You can draw him. He'll wear the same equipment while Brandon rides him as Scorchwing bucks.
And yes, you can be Scorchwing.
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Okie dokie! Thank you very much!
A large red drake snorts aggressively, shaking his torso as a heavy leather saddle slips slightly across his scaly back,
He well built leg muscles sore from the never ending onslaught of eager riders, trying and all failing to ride him.
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Brandon had visited the ranch, and then comes across the dragon. He asked a random cowboy what the name was. It was Scorchwing. He nervously walked up to him, and tipped his hat. "H-Howdy there."
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Scorchwing snorts Brutishly, leaping back as small clouds of smoke roll from his nostrils, gnawing on the uncomfortable leather bit that is jammed into his mouth.
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"Whoa now, it's alright- It's alright. I'm... I'm scared too," He tries to speak in a soothing voice, "but can you make a deal with me? You like bucking riders off, right?"
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He narrows his eyes, trying to steady his breathing and calm down enough to hear you out, being ready to rip you to shreds if you get too close or make any bad moves,
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"Hey- Whoa there! Take it easy... easy." He slowly reaches his hand out to try and pet him. Brandon then looks away with little to moderate fear.
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Scorchwing snaps his jaws at you, no where near ready for pets.
He is still a scared and scarred beast with little to no experience in kind touch, so itβd make sense if he though you were reaching over to beat him.
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Brandon then looks at him sadly. "I wasn't going to hurt you. It's just that you really don't trust cowboys that much. But I'm not like them. I... I love animals. If you cooperate with me right now, then I can free you from this place."
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He snorts and he slowly closes his jaws, smoke rolling from his nostrils as he slowly lowers his hind legs to sit like a dog, listening, but on guard.
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"Just let me ride you, so that I can help you. I'll ride you as many times as you want, but you won't throw me off." He steps into the corral, and slowly approaches Scorchwing.
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He snorts and stands, sharp golden eyes on level with yours as he lets out a low growl, signifying respect as he carefully walks to offer you his side.
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"Can you lower for me? I need to get on."
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He carefully lowers himself down to his knees, snorting and tossing his head as the bit in his mouth cuts into his jaws.
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Brandon hops on the saddle, and grabs on the reins with one hand. "I'll challenge myself as well. I can ride you with my free hand in the air while my riding hand's on the reins. You gotta at least buck to try and throw me off. You have 20 seconds to do so. Okay?"
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He nods and stands confidently, moving away from the fence before breaking into the fiercest buck youβve ever heard of or seen sense, having combined the bucking styles of the ranchβs top bucking horses, as well as his own draconic flare and strength making this a foolβs errand.
Youβre thrown in well under 8 seconds, and you cannot see yourself making it to 20 in a hundred years.
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Brandon is thrown off in 8 seconds, winces from the minor slight injury and then replies, "Maybe I should've stuck with 8 seconds." They try again as Brandon hops on the saddle. He slowly moves his body back and forth, as if he were out on a trail ride. This had helped him practice his riding skills. "Ready to go again? Giddyup!"
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Scorchwing calms it down, letting you easily survive to the 20 second mark while still putting on a nice show of fire and roars to fool the people giving him away.
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"Yeehaw!" Brandon cheered and whooped upon staying glued to the saddle. He waved his cowboy hat in the air in celebration. "Well guys, I rode him. This means I get to keep him, but we're gonna be friends. So, you wanna take me for a joy ride? I'll lead ya to my horse farm."
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He snorts his back, tossing you to his side.
His end of the deal was one ride then freedom, or at least some peace.
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"Hey uh-! I was gonna go with you too. You know, partners?" He was wondering why Scorchwing wanted to leave immediately.
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Scorchwing leans his head down and uses the tip of his muzzle(?) snout(?) to help you up.
He is more then ready to follow you, but not ready for any casual rider.
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Brandon was back on the saddle, as he looks at Scorchwing. "Hmm, a change of heart then? Maybe you'd like to take me somewhere first." He gripped his hands on the reins, ready to hold on.
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He pulls forward with his head when you grip at the reigns, which are uncomfortable to the point of causing a lot of pain for him.
He starts to walk along, trying his best not to instinctively buck you straight off his back to scorch you to a crisp or stomp you under heavy feet.
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"Whoa there! Whoaa- steady." Brandon hops off and checks to see what was the problem. He then looks at the injuries that the bit caused. "Okay, oh jeez... Um, I'll have to take it off." He does so, and then pets his mane. "Can I trust you that you won't run off anywhere without the bridle? I want to accompany you, partner."
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He slowly and carefully nods, flinching as every Fresh touch as you pet through his mane, and heβs clearly more comfortable now that doesnβt have the pain of the bridle.
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Brandon then walks over to the saddle, and hops on. "Where to next, buddy?" He then grabs on the saddle horn with only one hand, and then sets his free hand next to his side.
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He tosses his head slightly as you Mount, but he swiftly collects himself, starting to trot forward.
As heβs simply an intelligent beast who lacks the focalization tools to tell you where heβs taking you without orders, itβs going to be a mystery until you tell him where.
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"How about the countryside? Maybe we can visit a farm or something. Probably herd some cattle, or train our riding skills."
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He snorts a little at the idea of herding cattle as you slowly come upon a little pond that he walks straight towards.
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"Oh, thirsty now? Alright."
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He nods and comes to a stop by the edge of the water, leaning down to drink and giving you a nice chance to dismount.
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Brandon decides to stay on saddleback. He then takes out a water bottle and drinks from it. "Hoo-wee! I think we earned ourselves a break, partner."
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He nods and lays down, folding his muscular legs under himself like a cat as he begins to relax.
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"I ever wonder. If you would like, would you by chance visit your old home? I mean, your real home."
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He thinks for a moment before shaking nodding,
Itβs been years, and he wants to bid his old home a true farewell before coming to live with you.
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"Oh, okay. When you're done drinking, how about we ride over there?"
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He nods and continues to drink, taking a good while.
What are you doing aside from sitting in the saddle as he takes a long awaited break?
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Brandon then dismounts to refill the water bottle. He then looked on as the sun's rays reflected the surface of the water. He then strokes Scorchwing's mane gently, and pets him as if he were a large dog.
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