Azar flapped his wings as fast and as hard as he could, praying for any sense of flight beneath his wings. But the weight that held him firm to the ground was too much. Being the trained warrior that he was, Azar was no stranger to carrying weight while flying. He could carry several people on his back if needed, was more than accustomed to flying with plated armor on, and when the need arose he could carry heavy loads in his paws and fly it significant distances.
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ying to fly when his own body was the heavy weight was a different experience altogether. Every physical experience he was used to when taking off from the ground was different and he struggled to accommodate. If he even could properly accommodate for the girth that now pushed between his legs. Every bit of him felt heavy and sluggish. A far cry from his quick fighter reflexes.

Although at the moment, everything about him was a far cry from his normal physique. His tail was thick and felt like a fattened sausage laying against his hindquarters. His limbs jiggled whenever he moved them and even his neck pinched fat if he dared to look side to side. Though none of that compared to his belly that squished in heavily against the ground, pushing his armor-like plates apart little by little, and was the bane to his flying prowess. He looked like an overfed turkey fattned up for a feast. Which was exactly how he felt too.

How long had he been at that feast? Everything was a blur. One moment he remembered being invited by a group of fans to join them in a celebration. There'd been food and merriment, but that was all he could distinctly remember. He knew he had eaten but this much? He couldn't believe it. Had there been something in the food? It was possible, given the strange magics that were discovered each day. Azar hoped he could easily work the weight off somewhere private once his wings and body got its bearings.

Unfortunately, that hope was replaced with worry as he heard voices coming from the other side of the hill. "Now, up ahead you'll see the results of our latest attempt for pacifying dangerous dragons. It has to be ingested, but I promise that's the easy part. And you'll all be quite pleased to see who we managed to surprise with the test," said the voice and murmurs of interest followed to indicate a rather large group of people.

Azar's attempts at a quick-flying escape went into overdrive.

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Azar once again caught in an embarressing situation he'd really rather not be in. If he wasn't such a "secret" glutton for anything tasty he wouldn't have these problems. It's not easy for a fat dragon to fly, as Azar finds out mid-takeoff. But maybe flapping his wings lots and lots will help him slim up. Or he'll tire out and want something else to snack on.
Hope you enjoy the little short-story blurb I came up with to go with the picture! At least no one seems to be intending any harm on him. Just showing out some new skills at dangerous dragon pacification! Completely harmless but a bit damaging to the ego.

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