dragon.wav

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Uploaded by: talon

Upload date: 2/27/2025

Description:

Was messing with Surge and managed to make a really deep, very stereo rumble. Kind of like a strange purr.
Then I added some synthesized breaths over it, and clipped them together so that it was fluttering slightly.
I thought it actually sounded quite relaxing, so I synthesized some wind to go on top, and added some gentle synth chords with tons of reverb and subtle modulation. Also all Surge. Obviously.
Then add some improvised wing and claw foley, some Surge and some with the Macbook Mic, and just like that you're relaxing with a huge slightly synthetic sounding dragon... um... thing? I think it's quite peaceful actually. Oh and a touch of 3D as well to make it nice for the headphones.
Choose next one: Energetic or calm?

I can't edit the desc but i forgot to mention i did growl into the laptop and added like 1 or 2 of those in there too somewhere so the growls are not synthesized lol

This is my favorite creation of yours. It's so stunningly beautiful

Thank you! 

perfect for a meditation session or yoga

energetic. It sounds like i'm being protected by a friendly dragon

You inspired me to write this. I wrote it as I listened to the file.
  The emerald green monolith lay asleep in his cave. He was a beautiful creature, all sinewy muscles and powerful scales the color of leaves and wood and moss all at once. His eyes were closed, but their emerald green light shone, even then.
  He lay in a pool of sunlight, constantly dripping through the cave entrance, warming his barklike scales and reflecting in scintillating emerald drops all about him. His wings, more leaf than leather, twitched every now and again, and his clawed feet shifted back and forth through the hoard of acorns and pinecones and forest rocks he kept about him. This was the great forest dragon, the mighty Talnomaran. But to the villagers that lived beneath him, he was simply known as Talon, hoarder of pretty things and friend to farmers everywhere. His breaths were deep and rumbling. He stood a massive thirty feet at the shoulder, and his muscles were strong, powerful, intimidating. His claws could crush stone and his teeth could crush the world, many thought. His breath, a searing, pure light, like that of the sun, could burn or create new growth where it touched.
  This great behemoth, a living weapon, would simply content himself to lie here. To smell the damp earth of the cave. To hear the waking birdsong outside. To sense the melting snow and the joys of a winter gone and a spring born. That was Talnomaran's way.

I like this one

Imagine if you had a 1 Hour Loop of this relaxing song, now wouldn't that be something?