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Sif's Magnum Opus

Delicate strokes across the canvas as the dogs stared at the center of the amphitheater. A dozen furred paws trying desperately to recreate the adventurer's beauty onto parchment. The canine town had it's fair share of adventuring groups pass through, though very few of the wolfkin would ever leave their cozy corner of the plateau themselves. The group were looking for work. However, these folk weren't accustomed to troubles. Even the capitol city had little disputes that couldn't be resolved in court. So when the lizard was approached by some students of art(A popular trade here), he was happy to help. And now, they looked at his current nude form as a form of storytelling. Something to be inspired by. Every scar, a story, his muscles were honed with purpose, not merely a byproduct of work as the wolves were used to.

Sif sat front and center, being the best student. His was the finest view among the stonework benches that lined the open air theater. Beside him were some gawking women ignoring their work to stare surreptitiously at the male warrior. The lizardkin was laying on his side, one leg bent, opening his thighs, his arm resting up on the backrest of the finest chair he'd ever sat on. The lizard had been in awe of the structure when he arrived, though now he was silent, eyes locked on the floor. He was clearly embarrassed now that he was exposed before the class. There was little of the warrior that the class of canines couldn't see.

Sunlight sparkled across the scales of the lizard. His body had been oiled just before the students posed him. It was a view to quench many a parched eye. Sif's eyes occasionally found his neighbors scribblings of fantastical debauchery involving the male. Sif saw more than just a prime male to participate in carnal congress. There was a world to explore on this body. Sif's eyes danced across every scale throughout his form. He explored every ridge, every corner of the adventurer.

He licked his lips as his peering eyes ventured towards the crevasse that the lizard's unfamiliar anatomy teased. It parted only slightly with the warrior's maleness. A tormenting temptation engulfed the wolf as his breathing grew heavy with hunger.

Sif's hand was gentle, masterfully capturing the radiant beauty before him. Capturing the essence of a fighter in their most vulnerable state. He painted the lines with careful precision. One wrong scale would be an injustice unforgivable. His heart ached with every drop of paint that would glide across the canvas and not along the muscular build of the adventure. Sif's hand shook with nerves as he prepared the jade lustrous shine of scales to begin their clash with the softer sandy hue of the lizards belly. His mouth was somehow dry as the hottest dessert, yet watered endlessly as he projected the model's enticing genital slit. He shuttered as he painted the final touches on the cave between the glistening male's spread legs, struggling to find an appropriate color for just the tip of what he now longed for with all the fibers of his being and many brushes. With a deep breath he went in, describing with color the way the lizard's anatomy opened itself like the deepest green portal to a world unknown. It urged him into it's depths as a siren calls to a sailor venturing too far into treacherous waters. It frightened him into paralysis and filled him with need down into his core.

Sif found his mind begging to wander in the ways that his peers surely were. But he would not give in when he was this close to capturing the very incarnation of beauty. For a brief moment, their eyes met. A whimper escaped Sif's lips as he viewed the glassy window into the lizard's labyrinthine blue eyes. He was lost now, forever inside that blue cosmos. With one look, he was stolen away from that comfort he had only just knew. The lizard returned his gaze to the ground, denying Sif his new home. Sif furiously retraced his time there onto the painting, giving the recreation life. He was nearly done, but his facade of calm was slipping through his fingers. He centered himself, focusing only on the painting. With a final stroke of color he was done.

He marveled at his work, proud as only a painting of this caliber could represent the magnum opus given form that sat in front of the group. He was the last to finish, with little surprise as perfection takes time. With a nod, the lizard was approached and let of the chair. Someone conjured some water to wash the oil from his body. He walked around the stage, stretching his limbs as one of the teacher's aids places his gear onto the ground near the oily chair.

Sif signed his work before placing his brushes with his supplies. He could feel the presence of another standing beside him. The lizard was standing next to him, studying his work. For a moment Sif's world went dark, a creeping death consumed him. He averted his eyes as, for the first time, he felt the twinge of shame. The hubris he had shown to paint this man. He was only mortal, and the pride he felt was instantly sapped from his body. Even with all these thoughts his bod yearned to reach out and feel the smooth toned underbelly with his pads.

Sif cleared his throat, "Wha-What do you think?"

"Wow! that's pretty good!" The lizardkin said with a smile before he walked off to look at the other student's work.

Sif opened his muzzle to speak but words were no longer something he could conceive. He looked back on the finest piece of art he had ever accomplished and sighed.