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Hey it's Drake, 35yo trans pan otherkin goddess hedgederg who will eat your whole universe X3. Mainly playing ffxiv or writing, or chattin folks up.

A pretty 50/50 switch who loves her darling girlfriend @HedgehogGoddess so so much. <3

animated avatar by @ConstellationArtGallery , awesome job! <3

Main character on XIV is Drake Silvos on Coeurl.

AD account: @drakeofthelewdaxe

I'm also drakesilvos on discord.


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The dragon sits at the center of the town square, the village children crowding around her. She tells them stories; old, old stories of ancient heroes, legendary deeds, forest creatures, stories of creation and of change. They're enraptured; she's an excellent tale-teller.

A young man leans against a house wall nearby, smiling as he watches. She's so gentle, so beautiful. Despite her fangs and claws, the strength she radiates is a kind and calm one.


It's the sight he needs to help calm a troubled heart indeed. And when the stories are over and the kids disperse to run back home, he walks up to her flank, takes a deep breath.

"Madam Taara... is it alright if I take a bit of your time?"

Taara glances down at him, smiling. Her grey-black scales glimmer like graphite in the afternoon sun. "Of course." She says. "Come, walk with me. Tell me what troubles you."

The two walk out of the village, into the surrounding fields. They're silent for a bit, enjoying the quiet of the late autumn, the last quiet days before the snows start to fall.

The young man breaks the quiet first. "I've been thinking a lot, lately. Realizing that... ach, this'll sound so weird."

Taara presses her wing against his shoulder and gently guides him off the path, to a boulder in the field. "Take your time, child. I won't judge. Let's rest here"

He sits on the boulder, and she lays down next to him, lounging, her head held high as she listens to him.

He takes a deep breath, steadies himself. "You're the wisest person I know, Taara. And I feel... more comfortable talking of this with you than anyone else."

He looks at her, his hand shaking. He takes a deep breath.

"I'm starting to realize that I don't feel... like me. Like the me you've known all those years isn't who I really am. I look at-" a deep sigh. "I look at... certain people, and feel envy. Like they get to be what I feel like inside, while I can't."

Taara ponders his words for a moment. It's obvious he's trying to talk himself up revealing something he's realized; something he feels guilt for feeling.

She looks at him, and in a soft but reassuring voice, she simply says: "Then find who you really are, and become that person. It's your right."

He glances back, tears in his eyes. He steels himself, to say what he has to say.

"The people who I look at and see the real me in... it's the women of the village. I look at Liri's pretty dresses, the way Yarrow ties her hair up when she does drills with her spear... and I wish I could be them. And most of all, I look at you. How strong and gentle you are. How you let the kids put flowers in your mane. How you fly free, so sure of what you are. Your wings, your tail, your claws - I see them, I look at myself in the mirror, and I realize how incomplete I feel."

The blacksmith's child is bawling now, words choked with tears, revealing something felt unforgivable to even think.

Taara draws closer, and simply wraps her wing around.

"That doesn't change anything. If what you see, if what you feel like inside, is a woman or even a dragon, than you have a right to become that."

The blacksmith's child looks up from her tears.

Taara crouches down, places her head level to the girl's.

"You, and only you, decide who you are, and what you are. It is your right, and your right alone. And I will defend you in that to the end, for that's my role as guardian. And besides" she chuckles. "I'm honestly a little thrilled to have another dragoness around these parts."

The young woman gasps, overwhelmed by emotion. A dragoness. The dragon who had protected her village her whole life, a guardian and mentor to this place and all within it, just addressed her as not just a woman, but a fellow dragon.

Her doubt, her guilt, her fear starts to fall away. And within her, she starts to feel a warmth.


Snow falls on a gentle winter morning. Rosetta closes the door of her father's forge behind her, as she leaves to fetch the two of them a lunch from home. She walks down the quiet town street, slumbering under a blanket of white. It's the solstice soon, but right now, the world glimmers bright under the all-too-fleeting winter sun. She doesn't wear a coat - just the simple shirt and apron of a smith. She can keep herself warm. Besides, too many layers makes her back feel all bound up.

And as she passes the town square, she sees a familiar face - or rather, a familiar snout - sitting on a porch, talking through a window with the village chief. Their conversation is just finishing; she waits for them to say their goodbyes, then runs up to chat with the dragon. "Taara!" she yells, her voice full of the joy of seeing an old friend as she waves at her vigorously.

Tara turns her long neck around, glances back, smiles. "Oh, hello, Rosie. Is there anything you need, my kin?"

Rosetta blushes. It always gets her flustered to hear Taara call her that. She runs up to the big dragon, and pulls her now chin-length hair back, pulling it away from her forehead.

"Look, they're finally coming in!"

At the top of her forehead are two little pointy nubs of dark-grey horn, too small to even poke through her hair. The beginnings of her horns, joining her silver, piercing eyes and the slowly appearing patches of bright red scale scattered here and there across her skin. Another outward sign of the changes she's been undergoing since she lit her flame.

Taara smiles. There's a glimmer in those silver eyes. Joy, warmth, a sturdy determination. The eyes of one fiercely driven to live and thrive. A dragon's eyes, glittering with a dragon's pride.

Rosetta hooks her arm around Taara's neck, beaming a cheeky grin. The young dragoness looks up at that cloud filled sky, through the snowflakes drifting down. Taara follows, and she wraps her wing around Rosie's shoulders. The older dragon chuckles. "You're really excited, huh?"

Rosetta's gaze remains fixed upwards. "I can barely wait. I'm going to soar."


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