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[[NMA]]Of Dragons and Dracology: Zarizav - Vol. I
Dragons are very private, but inquisitive, creatures. Old legends and tales will paint them as evil, greedy monsters incapable of rational thought. Other stories depict them as greedy, vain savages, with an appetite for the common oro unrivaled, except by their own desire to collect and hoard gold and other expensive novelties. While there are dragons that certainly fit that description wandering around somewhere in the vastness of the universe, most, my dear readers, are pleasant individuals. Vastly intelligent, dragons have personalities that range from compassionate to cold-hearted, no different than ourselves. They are voracious, true, but a lot of energy is required to fuel a body as vast and as powerful as a dragon's! And that's not even mentioning how much they must exercise while beating those enormous wings to keep themselves in the air! Incomprehensibly strong, with scales sturdy enough to resist all but the most devastating attacks, dragons have entirely earned their spot at the top of the food chain, as apex predators.
As I mentioned before, the average dragon is much, much smarter than the common oro. Indeed, as a scholar and a mage myself, I know that dragons were the progenitors of magic and of discovery and philosophy. The reason most of Altreak's oldest texts and spellbooks are in Draconic is because they were written by dragons themselves! This theme holds true on many, many worlds -- not just on my home world, excitingly enough! I wiggle with joy at the thought of ancient dragons huddled up by a fireplace, scrawling on scrolls the size of grand carpets!
Imagine my surprise, then, when I received a request via a letter. A dragon by the name of Zarizav had read some of my prior books, and had requested my company! He was kind enough to provide a keystone for me to warp to his location, and only requested that I bring myself, some scrolls, ink, scale wax and, oddly enough, exotic lotion. I was all too happy to oblige, and after activating the keystone, I found myself imbued with the knowledge of how to get where I needed to go. After a quick check to make sure I had the necessary supplies stashed in my robe pockets (extradimensional pockets are a necessity for any adventurer), I cast my spell and I was off. I was surprised to find myself not in a labyrinth of caves built into a mountain, but in a sturdy, large and ancient keep. A naga servant, adorned in lavish and expensive clothing, greeted me and kindly gave me a tour of Zarizav's abode, before taking me to the main chamber to greet the dragon himself. I had seen dragons employ a variety of species as servants to run day-to-day tasks for them, but I had never seen nagas employed as such; it was quite a unique and lovely experience.
Zarizav himself was much bigger than I had been anticipating! Covered in gorgeous and pristine scales black in color, with streaks of blue woven in, the gargantuan beast greeted me casually with that tell-tale draconic smirk that made me weak in the knees. Dragons can be so smug, and it is infinitely worse when they know they can get away with it. With my cheeks flushed a light shade of crimson, I offered a greeting of my own before Zarizav and I sat down to discuss business. He wanted me to document him, just as I had other dragons. I knew he had read my previous entries in this series, but I didn’t expect him to personally own the books in his collection! What an honor it was to have a fan of my writings among dragons! After more discussion and a spot of lunch, I was all too happy to agree to the colossal black’s proposal, so I began to set up while his servants cleaned up around us.
I began with a preliminary exam of Zarizav’s body and scales. Incredibly thick and plate-like scales covered the dragon’s bulk, forming a perfect defense against all but the most brutal of weapons. Most were black in color, but exposed areas along the limbs and neck were a lighter charcoal. Even more peculiar were the areas of blue scales weaved into Zarizav’s design. The blue scales seemed to follow a specific pattern of underlining the dragon’s chest plates, as well as a streak running down the sides of the beast’s muzzle and neck, making a sleek contrast against the darker blacks and grays of the rest of the hide. Brilliant, cyan cat-eyes watched me while I balanced myself at the tip of the dragon’s snout, examining Zarizav’s horn at the tip of his muzzle. It had been a while since I had seen a dragon with a snout horn, and I admit, I forgot how much they were to hug and dangle from, as though I were some kind of snout ornament. Zarizav didn’t seem to mind, and a deep, bassy chuckle emanated from the relaxing behemoth.
Moving further down the dragon’s back and neck, I was careful as I examined Zarizav’s wing joints and wing membranes. Powerful and broad, and at least four times the length of the dragon’s body, there was no doubt in my mind that the black behemoth could cause a veritable wind storm just by buffeting those powerful appendages, and truly, the raw strength of the dragon’s back and wing muscles were something to truly admire. Normally, dragons tend to have weaker and more flexible scales near the wings, to allow them the ability to fly. But in Zarizav’s case, his back and joints seemed as defensible as the rest of his body – a trait most uncommon, but not unheard of.
Finishing my top-side examination ended with studying the dragon’s tail. I had never seen such an intricate design for a tail-tip before! Six threatening spines protruded out from the edge of the tail, with the furthest two running parallel to the beast’s prehensile appendage, and the other four remained perpendicular. I would not envy any of Zarizav’s enemies who were struck by the tip of that tail, and I couldn’t help but wonder if the scaled behemoth occasionally skewered his prey on the tail spines… But that only made me think of sticking dragon-sized marshmallows on the spikes, and I couldn’t stifle my giggling fit from the mental image.
Now that I had my chance to examine and study Zarizav’s body and scales, I set about to waxing the great beast. I like to use magic to assist me in such tasks, but I always make sure to apply the substance by hand. Sure, a simple spell could apply all of the wax in the blink of an eye, but there’s something satisfying about massaging in the concoction in. Besides, then I get to spend more time with my subjects, and ask them whatever strange question pops into my head! A few hours later, and I was done with my task. I smiled at Zarizav and voiced that I would love to visit again. He gave me the smarmiest of smiles and simply asked if I had brought the lotion he requested. I had nearly forgotten about that requisition, but I remarked that I had indeed brought it, and sought to prove it by digging into my robe pocket. Imagine my surprise, then, when a loud thump and gust of warm air greeted me. I returned my gaze to the dragon, and found one of the creature’s large hindpaws inclined before me, sole exposed as the great dragon wriggled his digits teasingly overhead. I gasped in surprise and blushed, but I should have expected this, especially if the black behemoth had read my other books…
Each of Zarizav’s toes were larger and wider than my own body, and indeed, I could fully sink into the beast’s hindpaw sole and have plenty of room to spare. How many of the dragon’s enemies had been flattened beneath of those powerful stompers? Such a thought was pushed to the back of my mind as the dragon inched his foot forward ever so slightly and shoved the warm, soft sole up against my body. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning softly as I began to apply lotion to my hands. Certainly, Zarizav’s feet had never been tended to in such a manner, and I would ensure to give the dragon the experience of a lifetime.
A lovely Patreon reward I requested from the ever amazing
nommz, who is always lovely to work with! Please be sure to check out his page and give him your love and support! Also, please be sure to check out 
zarizav's page! He's the dragon featured in this lovely image, and if you like his design, be sure to see what other lovely images he has of his handsome dragon!
Art © nommz
Zarizav © zarizav
Danathius © Me
As I mentioned before, the average dragon is much, much smarter than the common oro. Indeed, as a scholar and a mage myself, I know that dragons were the progenitors of magic and of discovery and philosophy. The reason most of Altreak's oldest texts and spellbooks are in Draconic is because they were written by dragons themselves! This theme holds true on many, many worlds -- not just on my home world, excitingly enough! I wiggle with joy at the thought of ancient dragons huddled up by a fireplace, scrawling on scrolls the size of grand carpets!
Imagine my surprise, then, when I received a request via a letter. A dragon by the name of Zarizav had read some of my prior books, and had requested my company! He was kind enough to provide a keystone for me to warp to his location, and only requested that I bring myself, some scrolls, ink, scale wax and, oddly enough, exotic lotion. I was all too happy to oblige, and after activating the keystone, I found myself imbued with the knowledge of how to get where I needed to go. After a quick check to make sure I had the necessary supplies stashed in my robe pockets (extradimensional pockets are a necessity for any adventurer), I cast my spell and I was off. I was surprised to find myself not in a labyrinth of caves built into a mountain, but in a sturdy, large and ancient keep. A naga servant, adorned in lavish and expensive clothing, greeted me and kindly gave me a tour of Zarizav's abode, before taking me to the main chamber to greet the dragon himself. I had seen dragons employ a variety of species as servants to run day-to-day tasks for them, but I had never seen nagas employed as such; it was quite a unique and lovely experience.
Zarizav himself was much bigger than I had been anticipating! Covered in gorgeous and pristine scales black in color, with streaks of blue woven in, the gargantuan beast greeted me casually with that tell-tale draconic smirk that made me weak in the knees. Dragons can be so smug, and it is infinitely worse when they know they can get away with it. With my cheeks flushed a light shade of crimson, I offered a greeting of my own before Zarizav and I sat down to discuss business. He wanted me to document him, just as I had other dragons. I knew he had read my previous entries in this series, but I didn’t expect him to personally own the books in his collection! What an honor it was to have a fan of my writings among dragons! After more discussion and a spot of lunch, I was all too happy to agree to the colossal black’s proposal, so I began to set up while his servants cleaned up around us.
I began with a preliminary exam of Zarizav’s body and scales. Incredibly thick and plate-like scales covered the dragon’s bulk, forming a perfect defense against all but the most brutal of weapons. Most were black in color, but exposed areas along the limbs and neck were a lighter charcoal. Even more peculiar were the areas of blue scales weaved into Zarizav’s design. The blue scales seemed to follow a specific pattern of underlining the dragon’s chest plates, as well as a streak running down the sides of the beast’s muzzle and neck, making a sleek contrast against the darker blacks and grays of the rest of the hide. Brilliant, cyan cat-eyes watched me while I balanced myself at the tip of the dragon’s snout, examining Zarizav’s horn at the tip of his muzzle. It had been a while since I had seen a dragon with a snout horn, and I admit, I forgot how much they were to hug and dangle from, as though I were some kind of snout ornament. Zarizav didn’t seem to mind, and a deep, bassy chuckle emanated from the relaxing behemoth.
Moving further down the dragon’s back and neck, I was careful as I examined Zarizav’s wing joints and wing membranes. Powerful and broad, and at least four times the length of the dragon’s body, there was no doubt in my mind that the black behemoth could cause a veritable wind storm just by buffeting those powerful appendages, and truly, the raw strength of the dragon’s back and wing muscles were something to truly admire. Normally, dragons tend to have weaker and more flexible scales near the wings, to allow them the ability to fly. But in Zarizav’s case, his back and joints seemed as defensible as the rest of his body – a trait most uncommon, but not unheard of.
Finishing my top-side examination ended with studying the dragon’s tail. I had never seen such an intricate design for a tail-tip before! Six threatening spines protruded out from the edge of the tail, with the furthest two running parallel to the beast’s prehensile appendage, and the other four remained perpendicular. I would not envy any of Zarizav’s enemies who were struck by the tip of that tail, and I couldn’t help but wonder if the scaled behemoth occasionally skewered his prey on the tail spines… But that only made me think of sticking dragon-sized marshmallows on the spikes, and I couldn’t stifle my giggling fit from the mental image.
Now that I had my chance to examine and study Zarizav’s body and scales, I set about to waxing the great beast. I like to use magic to assist me in such tasks, but I always make sure to apply the substance by hand. Sure, a simple spell could apply all of the wax in the blink of an eye, but there’s something satisfying about massaging in the concoction in. Besides, then I get to spend more time with my subjects, and ask them whatever strange question pops into my head! A few hours later, and I was done with my task. I smiled at Zarizav and voiced that I would love to visit again. He gave me the smarmiest of smiles and simply asked if I had brought the lotion he requested. I had nearly forgotten about that requisition, but I remarked that I had indeed brought it, and sought to prove it by digging into my robe pocket. Imagine my surprise, then, when a loud thump and gust of warm air greeted me. I returned my gaze to the dragon, and found one of the creature’s large hindpaws inclined before me, sole exposed as the great dragon wriggled his digits teasingly overhead. I gasped in surprise and blushed, but I should have expected this, especially if the black behemoth had read my other books…
Each of Zarizav’s toes were larger and wider than my own body, and indeed, I could fully sink into the beast’s hindpaw sole and have plenty of room to spare. How many of the dragon’s enemies had been flattened beneath of those powerful stompers? Such a thought was pushed to the back of my mind as the dragon inched his foot forward ever so slightly and shoved the warm, soft sole up against my body. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning softly as I began to apply lotion to my hands. Certainly, Zarizav’s feet had never been tended to in such a manner, and I would ensure to give the dragon the experience of a lifetime.
A lovely Patreon reward I requested from the ever amazing
nommz, who is always lovely to work with! Please be sure to check out his page and give him your love and support! Also, please be sure to check out 
zarizav's page! He's the dragon featured in this lovely image, and if you like his design, be sure to see what other lovely images he has of his handsome dragon! Art ©
nommzZarizav ©
zarizavDanathius © Me
Category Artwork (Digital) / Paw
Species Western Dragon
Gender Male
Size 1280 x 853px
File Size 164.6 kB
What a smug fella - I'd be willing to bet that he and other dragons have read all about the human who enjoys giving footrubs to such large, exotic, powerful predators.
Nice story to go along with it - marshmallows. Should have suggested it! Might have even managed to reach the door back out before the flames caught up!
Nice story to go along with it - marshmallows. Should have suggested it! Might have even managed to reach the door back out before the flames caught up!
You're living the dream, guy. Dragons are always superior, but we're lucky that some of them are happy to let people get up close and personal!
Great scene! Impressive that your work is popular enough with dragons that they're volunteering to let you... intimately study them.
Great scene! Impressive that your work is popular enough with dragons that they're volunteering to let you... intimately study them.
Dragons are the best and they know it. Sometimes they like having their egos sated, and other times, they just enjoy the company, but are too proud or grumpy to admit it. ;D
Studying dragons would have to be one of the best professions in the world, I would say.
Studying dragons would have to be one of the best professions in the world, I would say.
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