
Meine gefesselten Lieblingswölfe 44: Zacian
I admit, it was rather difficult to come up with a plausible anthro appearence for Zacian, who has very feminine traits on him. I know Zacian and Zamazenta are entitled genderless, but I somehow had the impression that Zacian would look not bad if depicted here as some kind of femboy. I also altered his body traits into some kind of armor and helmet to make it plausible and the mane into a long hair style for his human like body.
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Category Artwork (Traditional) / Bondage
Species Wolf
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Thinking on the anthro Zamazenta, I imagine that Zacian would be his former squire, still barely more than a youth and just recently elevated to knighthood. He's already turned more than a few heads and hearts and is starting to make a name for himself though maybe still a little brash and still sometimes inclined to leap before looking.
Zamazenta had always been like a father to him and of course he'd set off to rescue him as soon as he'd heard of his imprisonment only to end up getting captured himself. Fortunately the children have a plan to rescue him as well, so they're just alerting him by throwing in the ball.
Zamazenta had always been like a father to him and of course he'd set off to rescue him as soon as he'd heard of his imprisonment only to end up getting captured himself. Fortunately the children have a plan to rescue him as well, so they're just alerting him by throwing in the ball.
Zacian would have been bold and daring, battling his way through the guards disarming them and subduing them with the flat of his blade. He'd defeated more than a dozen before a low tactic was used taking advantage of the only real weakness in his boots, stamping down on his toes and in that moment of distraction forcing him to yield with a sword to his throat.
Zamazenta might have a few words of wisdom for his former squire after they'd escaped, reminding him to always guard ones weaknesses and be careful of dishonourable foes. It was also better to plan and perhaps use guile or stealth as needed, Zamazenta suggesting that with his youthful and pretty looks, Zacian could have cross dressed and posed as the prisoner's daughter, charming and flirting his way past the guards.
In gratitude for the rescue, Zacian and Zamazenta would happily play with the children and Zacian would draw much admiration of his looks and happily allow for brushing of his long tresses and tail. He'd also happily join in the children's game and play the part of the handsome prince whom would rescue the children from the 'mean old troll-wolf'. He'd very happily join in with tying up the 'troll-wolf' and in light of Zamazenta's earlier remarks would accidentally let slip the suggestion that the 'troll-wolf' needed to be taught a lesson, leaving the older knight to the children's mercy.
Zamazenta might have a few words of wisdom for his former squire after they'd escaped, reminding him to always guard ones weaknesses and be careful of dishonourable foes. It was also better to plan and perhaps use guile or stealth as needed, Zamazenta suggesting that with his youthful and pretty looks, Zacian could have cross dressed and posed as the prisoner's daughter, charming and flirting his way past the guards.
In gratitude for the rescue, Zacian and Zamazenta would happily play with the children and Zacian would draw much admiration of his looks and happily allow for brushing of his long tresses and tail. He'd also happily join in the children's game and play the part of the handsome prince whom would rescue the children from the 'mean old troll-wolf'. He'd very happily join in with tying up the 'troll-wolf' and in light of Zamazenta's earlier remarks would accidentally let slip the suggestion that the 'troll-wolf' needed to be taught a lesson, leaving the older knight to the children's mercy.
It might even end up going back and forth a bit with Zamazenta having the idea for a game where a handsome prince was bound in enchanted chains for a hundred years or the like but probably ending up with both knights getting tired out and just letting the children subject them to chin scratches and the like for a while.
Giving a Male Anthromorph a more 'effeminate' appearance?
As a Bisexual man who's just as attracted to 'femboys' or even men who crossdress as he is to regular masculine men, I approve of this design for Zacian! It's always a lovely sight to see, indeed! Oh, and I second Yaba's opinion on his boots. That's a really nifty design, and I'd love to see that more often on Anthromorphs! ^^
As a Bisexual man who's just as attracted to 'femboys' or even men who crossdress as he is to regular masculine men, I approve of this design for Zacian! It's always a lovely sight to see, indeed! Oh, and I second Yaba's opinion on his boots. That's a really nifty design, and I'd love to see that more often on Anthromorphs! ^^
It had been over a decade since he'd gained his knighthood, making a name for himself as a gallant and bold knight, known for his chivalry and his delicate beauty admired by women and men alike. Still the bonds of loyalty and affection for the grizzled, battle-scarred Zamazenta whom he'd been squired to ran deep, the man having been like a father to him, and he wouldn't hesitate to go to his rescue, even as fellow knights sought to clear his name.
Still, something of the recklessness of youth about him, even as he'd retained his youthful looks. He was surprisingly stealthy though, even in full armour thanks to that enchantment he'd had placed by the sorcerer he'd rescued from a certain death. He subdued every guard in his path, disarming them and with the pommel and the flat of his blade sending them into slumber, until he'd reached the cell of his old mentor.
The old Zamazenta had raised a brow, giving him a look partly of gratitude for his loyalty, partly annoyance at his foolhardiness. He saw the direction of the warning gaze too late, the jailer having his own tricks. His blade came up in time to parry the first blowgun needle directed for his unarmoured snout, though the jailer's second needle was aimed low.
His boots, designed as they were to accommodate his sharp claws, though leaving his toes exposed and the Zacian felt the prick of the needle before sending him into slumber. He'd wake up to find himself in a cell, though the jailer had allowed him to remain in his armour as a measure of dignity, admiring his loyalty and bravery if thinking he was a little foolish.
The guards who had been nursing sore heads weren't quite so admiring, so would have a little fun of their own teasing him with dog toys, seeming to have an endless supply of squeaky bones and balls with bells within, to annoy his sensitive ears with the sounds.
Sensitive hearing had been a reason he'd asked for an enchantment of quietness on his armour as his reward from the sorcerer after all.
Still, something of the recklessness of youth about him, even as he'd retained his youthful looks. He was surprisingly stealthy though, even in full armour thanks to that enchantment he'd had placed by the sorcerer he'd rescued from a certain death. He subdued every guard in his path, disarming them and with the pommel and the flat of his blade sending them into slumber, until he'd reached the cell of his old mentor.
The old Zamazenta had raised a brow, giving him a look partly of gratitude for his loyalty, partly annoyance at his foolhardiness. He saw the direction of the warning gaze too late, the jailer having his own tricks. His blade came up in time to parry the first blowgun needle directed for his unarmoured snout, though the jailer's second needle was aimed low.
His boots, designed as they were to accommodate his sharp claws, though leaving his toes exposed and the Zacian felt the prick of the needle before sending him into slumber. He'd wake up to find himself in a cell, though the jailer had allowed him to remain in his armour as a measure of dignity, admiring his loyalty and bravery if thinking he was a little foolish.
The guards who had been nursing sore heads weren't quite so admiring, so would have a little fun of their own teasing him with dog toys, seeming to have an endless supply of squeaky bones and balls with bells within, to annoy his sensitive ears with the sounds.
Sensitive hearing had been a reason he'd asked for an enchantment of quietness on his armour as his reward from the sorcerer after all.
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