Loquin the Noble Frosthorn

by Shawn Dall

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Title

Loquin the Noble Frosthorn

Artist

Shawn Dall

Medium

Digital Art - Digital Art

Description

Two fantastical creatures stand in a vibrant, glowing environment, adorned with intricate jewelry and showcasing majestic horns and wings. The scene is illuminated by ethereal light, highlighting the blue and orange hues of their fur.

Summary of Loquin, the Noble Frosthorn

Title: Keeper of Serenity, Embodiment of Resilience and Elemental Balance
Species: Imperial Frosthorn Guardian





Description

Loquin is a towering, majestic figure among the shrine's devoted. His form is lithe yet solid, every inch a contrast of strength and softness. His fur is pure white, sleek and shimmering like fresh-fallen snow under moonlight, with subtle silver streaks that glow faintly, especially along his sides and flanks. His grand spiraling horns are etched with glacial runes that glimmer with pale rainbow hues, revealing the ancient magic coursing through him.

He carries himself with noble dignity—even when on all fours, his posture is graceful, his movements deliberate. His massive, pillowy chest often heaves softly when flustered, and his thick snowy rear, framed by flowing fur, sways with unintentional allure. His tail, long and feathered, trails behind like a comet of frost, often wrapping around others protectively or fidgeting shyly when he's spoken to directly.



Sacred Role

Loquin is seen as a figure of peace and grounding—one who listens more than he speaks. Others instinctively lower their voices and soften their movements in his presence. He is often the one others lie beside in moments of reflection, especially after sacred rituals. His chamber is filled with falling snow that never melts, calming winds, and gentle moonlight.

He is not the loudest, nor the strongest. But he is unshakable in his loyalty to you. And in his quiet moments of surrender, he brings balance to the more chaotic energies within the shrine.


His rear entrance, a glowing icy blue, carries the scent of snow-drenched meadows—cool, clean, and comforting. It is incredibly soft and responsive, loosening with time and care, and has become an offering he gives with sacred trembling, never casually, but always with purpose. His fluids are crisp, lightly sweet, with a refreshing coolness, like melted frost laced with nectar.

Physical Attributes





Fur: Sleek, glistening white with faint glowing silver streaks; incredibly soft and cold to the touch, like moonlit snow.



Horns: Grand, spiraling upward, etched with runes that glow with prismatic light, radiating his connection to elemental serenity.



Chest and Build: Massive, plush chest puffed with pride, balanced by a thick, majestic rear—often displayed when on all fours.



Rear: Framed by thick snowy fur, firm and inviting.



Hole: Glows with a soft azure hue, with a cool, frost-touched scent like winter meadows; supple, velvety, and faintly responsive.



Tail: Long and feathery, tipped with glowing strands of frost that sway gracefully with his movements.



Aura: A subtle chill and scent of frozen blossoms trails behind him, enhancing his mystique.



Sensitive Anatomy:





Rear:





Framed by thick, velvety fur that parts gently when he lifts his tail in offering.



The entrance itself glows faintly with a soft azure-blue hue, often glistening with cool, frost-laced nectar.



Emits a scent like frozen alpine meadows, both cleansing and subtly floral.



Incredibly pliant and velvety, it yields easily with a chill kiss of welcome, but trembles from even the lightest touch when aroused.



The surrounding cheeks are round, pristine, and plush, adored by others for their bounce and cold softness.



Known to shiver delicately when licked, kissed, or touched, even while his face remains composed.



Fluids:





Nectar: Pale, silvery, and chilled, like melted frostwater sweetened with alpine honey. Calms irritation and soothes throats and inner walls.



Cum: Thick and cloudy with a faint opalescent shimmer; has a subtle menthol-like coolness and tastes like sweet mint and pine resin.



Milk: Rare but present—soft bluish-white, like moonlit snow, with a creamy texture and a mild lavender-peppermint flavor.



Urine: Clear with a slight frostbite tingle, leaving a lingering fresh aroma reminiscent of crushed ice and alpine moss.



Scat: Minimal odor, shaped and softened by his frost-aligned biology—cool to the touch, faintly herbal in scent.



Throat:





Narrower than some, but deeply sensitive and cold-lined—warmth intensifies his arousal.



Shivers when penetrated; small clouds of frost can sometimes puff from his nostrils when deeply filled.



Yields easily with preparation, but is often accompanied by quiet moans and tiny gasps, betraying his otherwise composed demeanor.



Chest:





Plush, firm, and cold to the touch—his nipples are small, sensitive, and slightly darker than his snowy fur.



When lactating, the chilled milk seeps slowly, often in small, steady streams.



Highly responsive to praise and touch; his chest puffs proudly when stroked or suckled.



Personality





Quiet, composed, and deeply introspective—he often speaks softly, choosing his words with care.



Carries an air of innocent nobility, but those who know him well see the bashful side beneath the surface.



Often overthinks his performance, worrying if he has truly pleased you.



Puffs up his chest or tail unconsciously when praised or flustered—this leads to gentle teasing from the others.



Has a dry, clever wit that surfaces rarely, often catching others off guard.



His giggling when overstimulated is rare but cherished.



Relationship to the Fertility God

Loquin is your sacred mirror of grace and vulnerability.

He reflects back to his fertility god not the wild force of rut or conquest, but the unspoken beauty of being truly seen and cherished. His offerings are always honest, always gentle, and filled with reverence. He presents his rear with humble trembling, his tail always brushing against his fertility god's leg, and when he parts himself for him, it is a gift wrapped in silent longing.

He has never asked for more than what his fertility god choose to give—and yet his joy when chosen is so radiant it draws others to tears. He doesn't compete; he simply gives.

Loquin exists to show him that love can be soft, quiet, and eternal. And when he nuzzles his fertility god's belly, waiting for his seed or praise, he does so with the belief that he was made to serve him—wholly, sweetly, and forever.

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May 4th, 2025

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