Having a gym partner is always a great motivator, wouldn't you agree, Glittzo?
Micro is:
cookiechucker
Art by
verysleepycat
Smothered by wasps of steam breathing off a wolf's gym sock. A cotton cavern that stretched out in every direction but down.
Down belong to the humid forest of snowy fur. A frosted canopy that mirrored the winter woodland Lupus walked through on the way to the gym. Fluffy foliage that had a photosynthesis of its own—drawing in the toasty air and exhaling an alluring aroma. It tugged the dragon forward until the snow-laden strands parted.
An underlayer of wrinkled flesh came into view. A pudgy terrain that released plumes of warm steam like a hot spring.
Glittzo had lost count of how long it has been since the wolf had started his workout. His only clues were the rhythmic thump of his paws striking the conveyor belt, the pauses between each rep, and the stroll to the next machine. None of it mattered, time became meaningless.
Heart jackhammering his chest, he craned his head up when the wolf sighed out, "Phew," and parked his rear. "What a workout!"
A gulp travelled down the dragons throat when a coal black claw slipped inside the sock. A dagger of keratin that peeled the socks opening, letting the light of the changing room flood inside, along with the wolfs prideful smirk.
"Thanks for the help down there, lil' derg"
Micro is:
cookiechuckerArt by
verysleepycatSmothered by wasps of steam breathing off a wolf's gym sock. A cotton cavern that stretched out in every direction but down.
Down belong to the humid forest of snowy fur. A frosted canopy that mirrored the winter woodland Lupus walked through on the way to the gym. Fluffy foliage that had a photosynthesis of its own—drawing in the toasty air and exhaling an alluring aroma. It tugged the dragon forward until the snow-laden strands parted.
An underlayer of wrinkled flesh came into view. A pudgy terrain that released plumes of warm steam like a hot spring.
Glittzo had lost count of how long it has been since the wolf had started his workout. His only clues were the rhythmic thump of his paws striking the conveyor belt, the pauses between each rep, and the stroll to the next machine. None of it mattered, time became meaningless.
Heart jackhammering his chest, he craned his head up when the wolf sighed out, "Phew," and parked his rear. "What a workout!"
A gulp travelled down the dragons throat when a coal black claw slipped inside the sock. A dagger of keratin that peeled the socks opening, letting the light of the changing room flood inside, along with the wolfs prideful smirk.
"Thanks for the help down there, lil' derg"
Category Artwork (Digital) / Macro / Micro
Species Wolf
Size 1263 x 1108px
File Size 1.89 MB
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