A dragon who had forgotten he could breathe fire. A crocodile who had traded his swamps for stars. A bull whose horns had drunk in the twilight and turned purple. That's how DRAKOR was born. Not a creature. Not a costume. A a story waiting to be lived.

The head – or how to wear a legend

Imagine a moss that breathes. Not the kind from swamps, no—a moss that has learned to filter city air, to survive between conventions and all-nighters. It clings to your skull without crushing it, like a second skin that has forgotten it's artificial. The fur? It's deep black, almost violet from certain angles, as if someone had dipped filaments in the ink of a moonless night. It's hand-stitched, thread by thread, because details are what make the difference between a mask and a soul. The eyes? 3D-printed lenses, wide, almost too wide, as if DRAKOR were afraid you'd miss something. They give you 170° vision, because a creature like him never looks straight ahead. Always slightly to the side. Always ready. The mouth is half-open, with a removable tongue. Because a dragon that doesn't growl isn't a real dragon. And because a language can change like a mood.

The gloves – claws and scars

Four fingers. Four claws. A skull tattoo embroidered on the top, like the signature of a repentant bandit. They're long enough for your hands to disappear into, but not so long as to make you lose dexterity. Because DRAKOR, even though he's a creature of legend, knows that sometimes you have to hold a glass. Or shake a hand.

The tail – the last breath of a monster

Large. Flexible. Attached to an adjustable belt that hugs your hips like a second spine. It moves with you. Not like an accessory. Like a part of you. When you wear it, you feel you're not quite human anymore. You're something else. Something that has walked through swamps, fought in battles no one remembers, and finally found some kind of peace. Or maybe not. Maybe peace, for DRAKOR, is just another way of growling.

For whom?

For those who want to carry a story. Not a wolf. Not a fox. Not something you see everywhere. Someone who has purple horns, of the Tattoos that tell stories of battles, and breathable fur.
For people who love details. Because yes, the eyes are 3D printed. Because yes, the horns glow. Because yes, the tattoos were designed to tell a legend. For conventions, wherever you want to make an impression. For parties, wherever you want to become someone else. For those days when you just want to to feel different.

Delivery – because even legends have to travel

We ship everywhere. In France and Europe, it's included in the price. For the United States, Canada, Australia, and the United Kingdom, you may have to pay customs fees—we'll let you know before you order. It takes between 3 and 10 business days. Because a legend isn't something you rush. We track your package. Not like a package, but like a story that's unfolding.

Price: €2600 (approximately $2850)

It's expensive. Yes. But it's also a unique piece. Only one exists. And once it's gone, it's gone for good. If you want to know anything before ordering, write to us. We reply quickly.