people who try to put some kind of hard definition on dragons crack me up because like. have you seen medieval dragon art? anything can be a dragon. snake with wings? dragon. bear with a goats head? dragon. lion with three heads and a snake for a tail? dragon. goat that was overly aggressive to you yesterday? dragon.
The following question, says a correspondent of the Scientific American,
in still being asked: “Is there such a thing as a hoop snake, and has
anybody ever seen one, or a specimen of one?” The way the hoop snake is
said to move about is thus: It takes its tail
in its month, coils itself in an ellipse, and moves around like a hoop.
There are many persons who uphold the existence of the hoop snake, yet
all reports and declarations that have been advanced in its favour have
all proved to be totally unreliable. The anatomy of a snake alone is
sufficient to prove that hoop like progression is impossible. The hoop
snake has never been described by any naturalist in any standard work on
reptiles, and no museum nor collection in the world contains a specimen
of it. It exists only in the minds of the ignorant and unscientific,
and it must be classed with ghosts, mermaids, winged snakes, sea
serpents, and fishhooked-tailed fishing snakes.
*** COW MILIKING SNAKES. (October 2, 1910)
An old country belief, usually called a superstition, has been justified
by a very curious experience near Chipping Norton. A Mrs. Rice, residing
near the village of Oddington,
Gloucestershire, keeps two cows, which, although in perfect condition,
were recently not giving a proper supply of milk. Her cowman, going into
the meadow one day, found one of the cows lying down quite contentedly,
while two large grass snakes were sucking at her udders.
*** SOME SNAKE YARN. (August 13, 1921)
Putting all jokes aside, did you ever hear of a hoop snake? Drovers
[livestock drivers] and other overlanders in the early days often spent
hours at the entrance to the old Cloncurry suspension bridge, when
Coppermine Creek was a banker [river that reaches to the top of the
banks], watching the antics of these reptiles. Averaging a length of
nearly 5ft, the hoop snake originally received its name on account of
its peculiar methods of propulsion. By, inserting its tail in its mouth,
and wriggling to a perpendicular attitude in the form of a hoop, it is
enabled to cover the ground with no little velocity. As above stated,
the drovers coming down from the Gulf and Territory country generally
found the time lag very heavily on their hands after the usual initial
“spree,” writes J.T.K. in the Brisbane “Courier.” Squatting on their
haunches near the entrance of the bridge, few, if any of them, were
averse to “backing their fancy” [placing a bet] as the various hoop
snakes endeavored to negotiate the swinging spans of the bridge. Money
passed hands very freely, and curses were loud and deep when one of the
leading snakes, possessing more velocity than sense, rolled from the
bridge and hit the water below. These races were quite a regular feature
of the ‘Curry in the good old days, but I am since given to understand
that snake racing has has been banned by the local Council, at the
instance of a representative body of churchmen, who held that such an
amusement was nothing more or less than a pastime of the devil.
*** SNAKES THAT FLY IN THE NIGHT. (January 27, 1917)
Recent paragraphs in The Observer about the discovery of what was at
first thought to be a winged snake, have called forth from our Green’s
Plains correspondent the following effusion:—Some diversity of opinion
has recently been expressed among correspondents of The Observer whether
another correspondent really killed a winged snake, as he asserted, or
was merely the victim of an optical illusion with a lizard. Now,
although not for one moment doubting that it was either a snake or a
lizard that was killed, or
maybe both, I would like to say right here and now, that the first
correspondent, unless his veracity has been of long standing and firmly
established, made a serious mistake in killing the reptile off his own
bat, without having first shown it to a friend, or friends, whose
have been very useful just now. This shows how very careful one should
be. There cannot be the slightest doubt about
this having been a belated specimen of the winged snake aerial fleet.
These reptiles were very numerous and popular in the early days of the
province, when distances
were largely marked by distant grog shanties, and events simply by what
happened—those far-away days when the native cat and the locust were
sworn enemies of the
pioneer, and sought his blood or crop by day or night. It was then in
the gloaming that he listened for the whirl of the white-winged
serpents, as they came in flocks to chase the marauders back into the
gathering night, for these fireless flying serpents were very partial to
locust and wild catty.
And yet they were generally understood to be labelled “not dangerous”
unless they hit something. There was, of course, an occasional overgrown
might not be quite so handy or harmless about the place. For instance,
there is the backblocker [one who lives in the outback], who, coming home in the
dusk, saw and fired at, what he took to be a wild turkey flying low, and
found when it landed almost in the door of his little grey home in the
bush that it was a broken-winged and very indignant snake.
They both spent a wildly wakeful night. Another early pioneer, gun in
hand, in broad daylight, saw rapidly approaching overhead, and mostly
all head, some remarkable monster, which he would have mistaken for an
aeroplane had those innovations been about in those days. As the
whirring wings passed overhead, he shut his eyes and fired, and brought
down a most fearsome-looking creature with the
head of a shark and the slimy winged body of a snake, which on closer
inspection it proved to be. The serpent had
evidently undertaken—for a wager maybe, or maybe only for a meal—to
swallow a full-grown lizard of the Jewish persuasion, and had succeeded
in getting the brute down all but the head, which was unusually large,
and ornamented with frills and whiskers, some of which had apparently
caught in the snake’s teeth, and so in all probability saved both their
And this is the only authentic local instance of a lizard flying,
although there is not the slightest doubt that they could do so if they
wanted to. The lizard is, how
ever, more of a ground bird, and seems quite content to make haste
slowly; and as in the case mentioned, only flies by
compulsion. But there can be no doubt that now, as in the days of old,
there are and were flying serpents, and The Observer correspondent who
made the discovery, or rediscovery, need not be in the least
discouraged, as it is a highly creditable one, and must prove
interesting to science and other denominations.
*** A FEARSOME REPTILE. (October 28, 1909) The Whip Snake of North America.
One of the most terrifying reptiles in the whole world is the “whip” or
“hoop” snake (genus Masticophis), found in North America. An account of
it reads like a piece of clever fiction, but, nevertheless, the whip
snake is very real, and one of the earth’s most real dangers— that is,
to one whose lot it happens to be in life to live in a portion of the
country where there are deep swamps or thick woods or wild rough
hillsides. This is the
whip snake’s choice of a world to live in, and there he is peaceable
If you happen to invade it, he will creep away, if possible, and fight
only as a last resort. He will even lie so snug that you may step over
him scatheless a dozen times— if only you do not step on him.
You may see him sometimes basking on a log or bare rock, blinking at the
sun, and looking as inert and harmless as a fallen twig. He is long and
slim, rarely under four or
over six feet in length. His back is dull dead brown, his belly reddish ocher, with brown lights. He has a mouthful of sharp teeth, but no
fangs; but at the tip of the tail you see a suspicious-looking horny
spur, for all the world like a cock’s spur, but somewhat sharper.
So he creeps and blinks away the spring and early summer, feeding on
frogs, mice, berries, and small birds and their eggs. Nobody sees him
unless they hunt him, and then only
by rare good luck. By-and-by, however, midsummer arrives, and dries up
the marshes and woodland pools, the hill streams run low or fail
altogether, and the negroes and hunters begin to say apprehensively :
“Better be keerful ; time for hoop
snake to come whirling out de water, an’ crazy mad at that.”
Soon you hear weird tales indeed. In this midsummer madness the creature
curls itself till the horned tail rests just on the back of its head,
and then with a terrific jerk flings itself into the country road or
open woodland. A succession of these vicious springs are its mode of
progression, and woe betide whatsoever may cross its path. The name whip
snake, hoop snake, or cartwheel snake, as it is called in different
localities, comes from its habit of locomotion on these
mad midsummer forages.
Vision is impossible, yet in some way the creature immediately discerns a
living presence, and strikes madly at it, fling its barbed tail almost
its own length in front of its head. There is a poison gland at the root
of the spur, full of venom so swift, so subtle, that it has no
A horse struck by it falls shivering and groaning, bathed in cold sweat,
and dies within the hour. Near cattle either run bellowing into the
nearest thicket in foaming frenzy, or drop
in their tracks as though shot. A dog dies with the quick rigours of
strychnine poisoning, then fall into
merciful insensibility that runs rapidly into death.
Luckily, however, the snake misses oftener than it strikes. In that case
it makes no second attack, but whirls away in search of new victims. It
cannot strike sideways, but is so full of fight it will turn squarely
on its course to deliver a straight-out blow.
Few things are more awesome than on a lonesome moonlit country road to encounter one of these wheels of vengeance.
The full moon of August is the whip snake’s usual season for its mad
frolic ; but sometimes it runs amuck by daylight. Once a group in front
of a roadside smithy were horror-struck at sight of a tremendous fellow
whirling down hill at them with a speed and force of a thunderbolt. They
were three men, with a tethered horse, in the midst, of them. Almost
before they could drew breath the snake was upon them. It struck madly
at the animal, which reared, plunged backwards, and broke rein just in
Instead of it, the snake struck the sapling to which it had been tied,
and with such force that the horn penetrated the bark and held the
reptile prisoner. The smith immediately
smashed its head with a blow of his hammer, flung it away, and set
about putting a shoe on the lucky beast which had had so narrow an
By the time the shoe was in place the sapling began to wilt. By morning
it was as black and dead as though hard frost had touched it. In fact,
whenever a tree suddenly and unaccountably dies, the countryfolk will
tell you that it has been stung by a whip snake;
The Week (Brisbane, Qld. : 1876 - 1934) 15 March 1890, The Sunday Sun
(Sydney, NSW : 1903 - 1910) 2 October 1910, The Shoalhaven News and
South Coast Districts Advertiser (Shoalhaven, New South Wales,
Australia) 13 August 1921, Observer (Adelaide, SA : 1905 - 1931) 27
January 1917 & Cobram Courier (Vic. : 1888 - 1954) 28 October 1909. Trove. National Library of Australia.
percival graves who stubbornly goes back to his post as the director of the magical security in MACUSA – despite the limping in his walk and the slight tremors in his left hand.
percival graves who still wears his long coat and immaculate sharp suits – even when the coat drapes over his shoulders, not quite fitting his body anymore since he lost a lot of weight.
percival graves who looks at his Aurors and sees guilt in their eyes, watching their lines of their shoulders go tensed as if they are waiting to be reprimanded by him for not being able to recognize that he has been replaced by an impostor.
percival graves who forgives them – puts the entire blame on his wary shoulders to carry because he should have been more careful, he should have been a better duelist, he should have fought until he die.
percival graves who barks orders at them without raising his voice because his vocal-chord is damaged from the hexes and dark spell, from screaming in silence when he was being tortured.
percival graves who still keeps everyone at arm’s length because while he forgives them, the lingering bitterness is still there inside his chest, how betrayed he had felt when days turned to weeks and then it was months and yet he was still imprisoned.
percival graves who works ten times harder just to prove to his Aurors, to Picquery, to himself that he’s still a very valuable asset to MACUSA – even when his Healer tells him to take it easy, he still pushes himself to the limit.
percival graves who needs all the soft love from anyone but is too proud to ask for it, too stoic to even admit that he’s lonely, that his nightmares keep him awake, that he hasn’t had any decent sleep in weeks and he lives on coffee and spite.
percival graves who eventually falls asleep on the hard sofa in his office, bone-tired to the world that he doesn’t even stir when there are magical beasts trespassing his domain because they can sense a wounded soul needing comfort even from miles ahead.
percival graves who wakes up startled because there are fingers in his hair, combing the strands gently; the eyes blinking slowly as percival looks at its translucent white long fur. there’s a winged snake winding loosely around his neck, cheeping at him and nuzzling his jaw as if its reassuring percival that everything is fine.
percival graves who turns his head towards the door when there’s a soft murmured hello greeting him and feels that his breath being knocked out from his lungs because the man standing before him is beautiful in swirled of blue and coppery red.
percival graves who murmurs a soft hello back, who tries to get up but the winged snake presses him back into the sofa and he cannot do anything but accept his fate and when he tries to talk, he yawns instead and slowly, eventually, with the man’s smile as the last thing he sees, percival graves falls back to sleep.
Malice in Wonderland - The 3 Scorpio Evolutions Scorpio is a deeply complex and fascinating sign. The musical ubiquity of Fixed fire and water fusing in Plutonian nuclear power exacerbates the intensity of an individual given potential to express three evolutionary levels of consciousness. The shadowy scorpion, high flowing eagle and transcendental phoenix represent multidimensional pillars in the Scorpio psyche and the reserves of energy. The ruler of Scorpio is Pluto, the Roman god of the underworld; associating this sign with dying, multiple ego death, reincarnation, occult studies, transformation and frequent personality overhauls. Looking back on their lives, Scorpio individuals see the resonant photographs of their former selves and shells of older characters. Not all Scorpio people manage to grow phoenix wings, or express the venomous scorpion features, and yet all Scorpio’s possess the indwelling potential to ascend into spiritual flight. Voices of ancestors, cryptic etheric imprints, residual past life trauma and fixed, frozen water line the Scorpio consciousness and develop organic, and seemingly inorganic processes that erupt from the subconscious. Before we are allowed to progress from Scorpio to Sagittarius, we are forced to wrestle the serpent in the Orphicus constellation through the Ascelpius cradle, the healing child of Chiron, suggesting an evolutionary healing process and the acquisition of cryptic universal secrets are the tools for cosmic combat and the passageway through to the Sagittarian light.
The characteristics of the lower evolved scorpion individual are more widely recognised and seemingly more pronounced throughout society. This could relate to the mainstream media’s fascination with dismal, questionable personalities and frequent reports on crime and injustice that illuminate the darker shade of human consciousness. Anger, aggression, destructive defense mechanisms, malice and jealousy are scorpion characteristics which may spill into illegal and contemptuous activity. There tends to be an overwhelming, uncontrollable desire for power and a strong resistance to suppressive figures or moral authority. The scorpion traditionally represents the animal crawling low along the earth but having its sting on automatic reflex. Many examples of scorpion energies are found in politics and corporate looting where the Mars influence strangles water. Tony Abbott, the Prime Minister of Australia is a classic exemplification of the lowest evolved Scorpio. His years as opposition leader tugged politics into a murkier low when attacks on the government targeted character and deceived the public into falsely voting for the opposition. During the a hung parliament when trying to win the votes of the independents, Abbott informed member Tony Windsor, “ I would do anything for this job. The only thing I wouldn’t do is sell my arse, but I’d have to give serious thought to it.” His policies are frequently dismantled to suit corporate interests and act under the investment of bodies who promised the lure of power. Tony Abbott is an example of a Scorpio who sold his soul for a taste of power. There maybe altruistic pangs to improve humanity, though many will attain their authoritative position and have no plans to implement a better collective change. Kundalini energy may be directed to its lowest form of sexual promiscuity or aggression. There may be a desire for immortality, and a reactive and nebulous fear of death.
The Scorpio eagle has managed to ascend beyond some of the Mars fire, although the shadowy side still makes its presence known. The eagle has developed insight to the darker aspect of his personality and makes a conscious effort to dissociate the two from each other. There are resounding business, political and justice seeking energies here although practices may cross into unethical territory. The eagle wrangles with the scorpion paranoia and intrinsic distrust of society at large. Most people are viewed as being potential harmful and fierce psychological defense mechanisms are erupted in self protection. Life’s mysteries, universal laws, life, death and the occult are alluring fascinations and both white and black magic may be experimented with. The eagle begins to take flight and harness the deep profound Pluto energies, the feminine wisdom of water and develop a soaring eyed view of the world. The intrinsic urges to merge with others on a deeper level than the physical begins transpiring, and the awareness of a psychic relation between others develops. While the scorpion may be concerned about primal sex needs void of intimacy, the eagle desires a deeper, emotional communion. They will typically strike without warning, indulge in some sleuth activity and negotiate dark impulses when it comes to justice seeking and neutralizing society’s imbalance.
In their travels through forbidden realms, the divine Scorpio phoenix has experienced multiple ego death across his lifetime. The stinging scorpion and shaky eagle has metamorphised into an illuminated, transcendent healing force that can transform anyone in their presence. The universal symbol of medicine; the double snake encircled under wings is a reflection of the Scorpio phoenix and the transcendent healing potentials. Plutonian energy relates to X-Rays, pharmaceuticals, etheric healing, natural sorcery and herbal medicine. The occult wisdom of centuries is conveyed through their incredible empathy and rich, mystical inner life. The phoenix is aware of his vengeful, shadow side and has swallowed the demons to give him power, a greater power, the one he has realised stems only from, and to, love. This is the embodiment of destruction becoming the highest form of creation, where they rise from the ashes of their own obliteration and claim a new life blood. Scorpio phoenix individuals can reach meditative trance states, gifts of prophecy, astral travel and psychic awareness; and many become acclaimed spiritual healers, clairvoyants and travelers who scatter their healing light and love across humanity. I know a Scorpio phoenix who runs a renowned corporate business and remains a charming, kind and engaged employer. As soon as he finishes work, he rips of his business suit, practices meditative bonding with this partner and goes off to teach a class on sun salutation and tai chi. He channels his volatile intensity into scattering his divine wisdom about life and death and promoting interpersonal warmth amongst humanity. You really get the feeling there is so much light just bursting within the surface, and he lives quite a conservative daily life with a rich, personal night spirit. The phoenix is largely concerned with universal mysteries, investigating magic and their contribution of humanity. They are aware of god indwelling, the divine force firing within them and negotiate their potential with this power. Phoenix Scorpio are survivors. Emotionally, they may perish in the ashes of their own destructive nature, but they can also fly and erupt into the most beautiful, soul glowing shooting star.
I neglected this for the past 4 weeks (what it looked like then) so decided to put some time on it today. And after about 4h I think the ink stage is almost done, I need to decide on the contour (faint outline of circle in pencil). And, yes I’m building/creating as I go.
Note the two dragon open/close mouth opposition is loosely based of the guardian statue in Japanese temples.
I’m not sure I can salvage the ink smear, but I want to finish it anyway (finished not perfect). On the upside it’s removing a small amount of pressure from fear of messing up :P. I’ll get this shield design done.
“Child of Medusa”, an 8" by 10" piece in ballpoint pen, watercolor and colored pencil on 140lb Strathmore cold press watercolor paper. This piece was created for the upcoming “Glass, Cinder and Thorns” show where it will be available for sale.
So I bought an old copy of Dragon Warrior Monsters 2: Tara’s Adventure
for the Gameboy Color from this nerd store at the mall, and I’ve been
having a ton of fun playing it. I played the first one but I never
played the second until now. I did some sketches of the monsters I’ve
My Grizzly is my strongest monster, his name is Sefti and he has like
300 attack even tho he’s only been bred once. The sneks were the first
monsters I caught, a Crestpent named Quetz and a King Cobra named Naga. I
eventually bred Quetz down into a Wingsnake, and now I have a Coatol,
which I’ll draw later.
The Goategon is named Aun II and she is
the daughter of a Unicorn (named Aun) I tamed from the wild, and the
Blizzardy is her son named Vyoga. He is on my team currently with Sefti
and Vul IV (descendant of Quetz), he is my healer.
The Jewelbag is just a tamed monster from the wild that I like haha
game has a lot of breeding in in hahaha, even more then Pokemon. A bit
more complicated too imo. It’s so much fun, I love it. I’ll defiantly do
more sketchdumps of my fav monsters~