yokarion

Yokarion nestled closer into Fylaris’s embrace, the warmth radiating from his fur a comforting weight against his own. They’d been holding onto each other for what felt like an eternity. The world had faded away, leaving only the gentle rise and fall of their breaths, the soft press of their bodies. A drowsy contentment settled over Yoka, a pleasant heaviness pulling at his eyelids. He mumbled softly, barely audible against the comforting rhythm of Fylaris’s heart.

The shift was almost imperceptible at first, a slight loosening of Yoka’s grip. He tumbled forward, a flurry of lavender scales, and landed softly against Fylaris’s chest. A soft puff of air escaped his lips as he succumbed to the delicious pull of sleep. Fylaris instinctively tightened his arms, cradling the smaller dragon against him.

The world outside ceased to exist as Yoka’s breathing deepened, a gentle snore escaping his mouth. Fylaris remained perfectly still, content to simply hold him, the weight of his beloved a comforting presence. The fabric beneath them felt soft and warm, a perfect backdrop for this quiet moment of peace and affection.

Thank you so much for reading this little story! I hope you enjoyed the quiet tenderness between Yoka and Fylaris. I’d also like to properly introduce Fylaris Sel’val, who you may have noticed as the strong, protective Dragon-Vernid hybrid in this scene. He’s a new character, and I hope to share more about him soon!

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This is Grydir Dacanoor 3D model that I made. This is my first commission! This was based on Kyderra Durgarra avatar.

Looks like lemmy doesn't allow to post multiple images so I posted images here.

If you want to commission me, feel free to contact me here.

FurAffinity and other socials can be found here: here.

The air in the small, cozy studio hummed with anticipation. Yokarion, a fluffy, white dragon with a perpetually almost blushing muzzle, moves to his knees, his large, blue eyes fixed on the doorway. He’d been told to expect someone… big. Very big.

Then, the door swung open with a resounding thump, and Solara Ignis strode in.

Ignis was a magnificent sight. He was a colossal dragon, scales shimmering like molten gold and ruby. His size alone filled the room, and his presence radiated a raw, primal power tempered by a surprisingly gentle demeanor.

“Well, well, well” Ignis boomed, his deep dominant voice a low rumble that vibrated through the floor. “This must be the little one.”

Yokarion, despite his initial nervousness, couldn’t help but stare. He was paralyzed by the beauty and size of the dragon.

Ignis knelt with surprising grace, lowering himself until his massive form was level with Yokarion’s. He extended a large, clawed hand, gently scooping up his muzzle with a careful grip. It was a surprisingly delicate gesture considering the size of his hand.

“You know,” Ignis said, his voice softening slightly as he held his muzzle, “You’re a good derg.”

Yokarion, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly adorable, let out a tiny squeak. “I… I am?”

Ignis chuckled, a warm, golden sound. “Indeed, you are. A very good and cute furball. You have a lovely muzzle. Perfectly fluffy chest and playful tail. You’re a good boy. Don’t you agree?”

Yokarion nodded vigorously, burying his face in Ignis hand. “I am! I am! I’m a good boy!”

Solara Ignis smiled, a genuine, radiant expression that lit up his entire face. “See? I knew it. Now, tell me, little derg, what do you enjoy doing alone with big dragon like me?~”

Thanks for reading this!. I hope you are enjoyed this artwork and story.

Find my other socials here: https://yokarion.com/c FurAffinity: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/61251121/

Moonlight spilled like liquid silver across the bed, illuminating Yokarion as he lay stretched across silk sheets the color of storm clouds. His fur – a luxurious cascade of deep violet shimmered with every slow breath he took, so thick and plush it seemed to swallow the light. Against that royal purple, his snow-white belly and chest glowed like fresh cream, a velvety contrast that drew the eye.

He rested on his side, one arm draped lazily over a pillow, his long neck arched just enough to highlight the elegant slope from jaw to collarbone. His tail, tipped with a plume of fluff as pale as his chest, curled idly against the mattress. But it was his eyes – glacial blue, bright as arctic ice – that held you. They gleamed with intelligence and a touch of mischief, half-lidded yet intensely focused.

A slow, knowing smile touched his muzzle. “Well?” his pose seemed to whisper. “Are you just going to stand there?”

The air smelled of petrichor and something sweet – like crushed berries – and the only sound was the soft hush of his fur brushing silk as he shifted, inviting you closer without a word.

Thanks for reading this! Find my FurAffinity and other socials here: https://yokarion.com/

The light… it burns. Not a warm, comfortable light, but a harsh, clinical white that seems to claw at my eyes. I hate it. I hate this place, this cold, sterile room, and the smell of antiseptic that clings to everything. I shifted, trying to get comfortable on this awful, hard bed, but it’s useless.

Then it happened. A cold, damp hand – surprisingly gentle, actually – reached into my mouth. It pulled my tongue out, a shocking, invasive act. My jaw clenched instinctively, a growl rumbling deep in my chest, but it didn’t stop them. They were studying it, examining my teeth, my gums.

I wanted to roar, to lash out, to break free and tear this whole place apart. But a strange fog was settling over my thoughts, blurring the edges of my anger, clouding my instinct. It wasn’t fear, exactly – though a sharp pang of it certainly pulsed through me. It was more like… confusion. I didn’t understand why they were doing this. What was it about my mouth that they needed to scrutinize?

My white fur felt thick and clumsy as I tried to pull my tongue back, a frustrated snarl twisting my features. I tried to focus, to fight through the haze, to understand their intentions. But the more I tried, the more distant everything felt, like I was watching a strange dream unfold.

“Easy, Yokarion,” a voice said, soothing and utterly devoid of warmth. It wasn’t frightening, but it didn’t help. It only amplified the unsettling feeling of being exposed, of being a specimen, a puzzle they were trying to piece together. I just wanted to be home. And I wanted them to stop looking in my maw.

Thanks for taking a look and reading this little piece of story!

Check bloopers, reference images, full story and full-resolution image: https://yokarion.com/gallery/maw-examination/

Despite Everything, It’s still You. You are Important. You Matter. Keep fighting. Despite every challenge and every doubt, it’s still you—strong, valuable, and irreplaceable. Remember, you matter more than the noise around you. Keep fighting, keep pushing forward. We are strong Together.

Thank you for being You. Happy pride month!

Blender time: 3h 50m
Krita time: 0h 34m

Find me on FurAffinity: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/61098132/ My other socials: https://yokarion.com/

Did you pet the bread? But what if… bread pets you?… Anyway I draw this for shits and giggles.

https://yokarion.com/gallery/pet-the-bread/

Here is the another render of my retextured avatar. Did some renders in Blender too :3

https://yokarion.com/gallery/so-soft-and-fluffy/