This might be a follow up to the last picture I posted. Tarkus found himself two juicy cows, and... what exactly is he doing? Struggling, since he can't decide which one to eat first? Maybe he's reciting a poem? Or maybe practicing an act? Whatever it is, obviously he's bored. Not a good time to approach him, if you ask me.

This wonderful picture was made by the incredible  scrii in record time. I'm so happy I got a spot, when she opened up for commissions.
You should totally give her a watch if you haven't already. Her work and style is just so enchanting.


the wonderful  krusaderofcenty wrote a little story of his own interpretation of this picture.
Thanks so much, bear. You are indeed my favorite bear. Just so you know.

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Gently rolling hills of verdant meadows lazed to each horizon, the pastures awash with calm as azure skies freckled with clouds basked the spring time lush in warmth. The herds of bovine mirrored the calm as they grazed in contentment, heads buried amongst the azure expanses peppered with florid hues. Cooling breezes rippled through the emerald sea, washing serenity across the knolls in the peaceful late morning. Cotton shadows from ivory clouds shuffled slowly across the undulating world, movements borne from whispering zephyrs. Tranquillity was master here, with calm and peace maintaining law and order.

A hard edge interposed itself amongst the soft cloud shades, and the warm winds turned to chill and sent shivers across the backs of the grazing beasts. The reassuring caress of the breezes became a collective intake a breath, held in anticipation and dread for what stalked amongst the clouds. Just as the first of the cows began to call in question to the others in the herd, a great and dreadful form swept aside the fogged curtain and slammed into the ground amidst the livestock.

Great shudders rocked the foundations of the world as it protested such intrusion, many of the beasts lost their footing as bovine calls of distress filled the air with panic. The wicked claws of the dragon swept huge furrows through the ground and scooped up frightened cows, shovelling them into his mouth. Snapping jaws cut short the cries of pain, spears of tooth impaling and shredding. The herd scattered to seek refuge from this horror come amongst them, grabbing hands crushed the life from many as they joined those lost to the cavernous maw.

A guttural laugh battered at all other noises, oppressing the victims further as the dread lizards’ mirth filled the air with a tyrants glee. Claws shot out again, scooping the leaders of each dash for freedom, turning those that followed back on themselves. Where the claws were not, the dark spined tail curled out and corralled off another retreat, fencing in the walking meals. As hope of escape fled faster than the herd could, terror gripped each beef shrouded heart and a stunned silence took over the meadow.

Reptile eyes looked down with glee upon his flock of snacks, as claw and jaw set to work devouring each morsel. Bones snapping and flesh tearing, moans of draconic pleasure mixing with horrific sounds of his repast. But in the silent meadow soon the sounds of consumption slowed and finally stopped. The baleful eye of Tarkus looked down on the herd surrounded by his tail; why weren’t they trying to escape? A shift in his weight and movement in the length of serpentine tail, and a small gap in his encirclement appeared. But so taken with fear were the cattle that none made move to escape.

With a small groan of disappointment and frustration Tarkus tried another approach, clutching a fattened cow he turned his back to the terror stricken group and set about his single snack. Strangely exaggerated sounds of his enjoyment echoed from around the scaled and spike back of the raiding dragon. With hope and impatience Tarkus periodically glanced over his tucked wings to check the severely depleted herd, and see if they had finally attempted to flee. But with a great grunt of disgust he found they were still unmoved, petrified by the onslaught.

“Stupid cows! Why are you so dumb?” a great and terrible voice came from the dragon overlord. “Do something…” an extended claw poked at the nearest dumb beast. With no response forthcoming the massive lizard sat heavily, shaking the ground and toppling several animals from their feet. A whinging sigh turned to one of hope at the movement amidst the herd, but soon turned to disappointment when he realised the motions cause.

After a few moments of staring off into the distance with boredom writ large across his face, he looked down at his unresponsive guests. Grabbing a cow in one claw he brought it to his face and looked closely at the wide eyed animal.

“You’re no fun. Be fun, cow! But you can’t, because you’re just a dumb cow.” The one sided conversation was followed with a little shake of his claw. Imitating a falsetto tone, Tarkus spoke for the poor beast, “I’m a stupid cow and I can’t do anything right! If I wasn’t so delicious no one would want me.” Lowering his fist for a moment, a thought seemed to grab hold in the great lizards’ mind, before his other claw scooped up another cow. With a few looks around at his surrounds to check that no Lellarts were sneaking up to spy on his fun, the mammoth head returned his attentions to the new toys.

“Oh great Tarkus, you’re so amazing! It’s such a pleasure to be eaten by you! You’re scales look so amazing in the sun, you’re so mighty and terrifying! Please eat me, Mr Tark!” the high pitched voice speaking for the distressed cow.

“Oh Mrs Cow, you can’t just ask a dragon do to that! But yes, my scales are impressive. That’s their natural colour too!”

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