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"They won't catch us this time! Not this time! They haven't spotted us! No, they're all snoring in their bunks! Or, you know what? They're drinking at the bar, celebrating our sinking! Not yet, my friends! Not yet!!"
(The Commander of U-96, in "Das Boot", 1981)

Deeper... deeper... the water cooled Sucurijus burning wound a little bit, but he dragged a line of blood behind him... deeper, diving deeper... for the first time in long years the great predator felt a primitive kind of fear... diving deeper... a strange death was hunting him!
Shockwaves of bullet impacts around him drawed bubble-lines in the water and digged up the mud of the ground. He get depth charged like a german u-boat in WW-II and Sucuriju lost his consciousness... motionless he sank to the bottom of the river... a painful graze shot hitting his tail and brought him back.
Slowly he tried to swam down the river with the stream... always on the edge of unconsciousness... but from time to time he must get back to the surface again to take some breath; even if the water was his element. So after a half hour he made it carefully back to the surface, and surfaced only his nostrils to get a deep breath of air.
Then he found a old, rotten treetrunk that drifted down the river and with a coil around it he find a hold... then he fell in unconsciousness again and for a unknown time he drifted, more dead than alive, down the great stream...
When he waked up, he found himself somewhere in the reeds and thickets of the riverbank. Slowly and painsticken he searched for a safe place, that was still near the river and found it...

It took four months before his wounds are finally healed. He was lucky, that the shot through his neck only hit some muscles and not his spine or his airpipe and that he did not get an infection. In this time, he moved only very seldom... Sucuriju simply take a long rest to recover... and after this time, he started to explore his new environment.

The water of the river was not good here and smelled strange. There was a lot of trash in it, because Sucuriju was castaway very close to a great town.
Still weakened, he started to hunt something... but there was not much prey around. He found a entry to the sewers of the city, and every day he catched some cats or rats, which he swallowed at once without killing... only very small prey and with a bad taste. Sometimes he killed a dog. Not such healthy dogs like Hector , but skinny and old dogs, weak dogs, ill dogs. All in all Sucurijus nutrition was on a bad level. The mighty god of the Jungle... in this new environment he was nothing more than a eater of rats and dogs which roamed the rotten and nasty sewers of the town...

Sucuriju always avoid encounters with humans... they were to much of them here. He never get the chance to surprise and kill one seperated. But every town has it's outskirts. And almost every town has it's no-go areas. Where only derelict and abandoned buildings and ruins are remained, inhabitated by the junk and outcast.

And Sucuriju started to roam this areas during the nights too. And always some drug-addicted used this old buildings for sleeping... observed by a hungry, scaly hunter... but there were always in groups too and Sucuriju did became more careful after his encounter with officer Lopez.

But at one early morning, when he was on the way back to his hiding for the daytime, he smelled something familar... parfume! And parfume indicates food for him. He had learned to distinguish a lot of different parfumes and deodorants weared by woman. And this smell was the smell of a cheap, but strong parfume, weared by young, human woman... his favorite prey! And now he was on the hunt again... for something bigger! After all the small rats and poor, little cats and dogs, he was excited about this chance... he slithered back to his hiding for now... he would come back tomorrow in the night for observing the area where he smelled the parfume... contented he coiled up his body in his hiding... greedy he thought about the chance to ensnaring a squeaming damsel after a so long time... and some drops of saliva dripped out of his fangs...

Conchita Alvarez was always warned by friends to use the way trough the outscirts of the city... there are gangster-gangs out there, drug addicts, criminals and other junk... but this way was a shortcut home, and she get never pestered or even raped. She returned always on this way in the very early morning, when the drug addicts are already sleeping... and she carried a little revolver in her handbag for self-defence.
She was not afraid of the drug addicts. And not afraid to get raped... she was a whore. A nasty and bad job, but nevertheless, a job. She sold her body every night and get good money for it. She did not noticed, that she was observed since a few nights by greedy eyes... eyes, greedy for her body too... but not for have some fun with her for money and let she go afterwards... but to own her... her body... her flesh!

Sucuriju observed his victim during three nights... she went always the same way at the same time along, passing an old, abandoned apartment-block. And every night the snake get more hungry... but first he had to clear the envirnonment and to find a good place for an ambush on this prey... she went always the same way on her high-heeled shoes... clac, clac, clac, clac, comes the noise of her heels... every very early morning, when it's was still dark, again. And every time her parfume making the big serpent greedy drooling...

In the very early morning of the fourth night, Conchita didn't had a presentiment of her end... she was only angry about her "job" and her pimp, who want more money from her. She did not earn much money this night... only two lovers... and she did not know, that another "lover" was already waiting for her...

Sucuriju had choosen a very good place for ambushing Conchita. Even here in the city, he found a perfect place to surprise his victim. Some of the streetlights were still in operation, even in this bad area... and coiled up, hidden in a deep shadow behind a column, Conchitas fate was ready to strike...

Normally Sucuriju would start his first attack on prey with a bite in the head or the muzzle, but he had learned that it is better to attack human victims seizing a arm or, in a lower attack from some thicket, a leg first, they are easier to catch and hold than the bizarre, round human head without a muzzle.
But people who lived so long in this city-jungle, have developed a 6th sense for danger, and when the hungry serpent started his attack, Conchita dodged instinctively, so Sucuriju missed the womans arm with his fangs.

Conchita kicked back with her left feet, before she had realized, what she had attacked... She had some good practice in martial-arts... very important skills in such an area... And so her kick was so strong, that every man of 90 Kg weight would had kicked down to the ground... but in spite of that, the girl was surprisingly jolted back by her own kick to the ground, she rolled over, looked up... and saw something incredible...!

In the pale light of one of the few lanterns which are were still in operation, she saw this giant body slithering towards her... and she heared it... the faint scraping of ventral scales on the asphalt... that was impossible... for a second, she was stunned by this sight... a... snake....? A monstrous snake...!

The revolver! In her handbag! She had lost her little handbag during the first attack. It layed only 2 meters away from her, she started to crawl to it... but then she felt a coil winding up around her right leg and how she get swiftly pulled away from her handbag and towards this nightmare... and this must be a nightmare in her eyes!
Frantically she tried to kick against this attacker with her left foot, but her martial arts was useless... developed agains human attackers, she found no weak point to kick this monster... and now she starts something, what nobody shall do in this area... she starts to scream "Help! My god, somebody heeelp me! Nooo! God, nooo! Heeelp!" and the only answer was a slurred and angry voice from one of the drug-freaks out of a window above her "Shut up, your damn bitch!!"

For a short time, she tried to fight agains this horrifying nightmare...screaming for help in fear, beating with her little fists on this monstrous coils, scratching with her fingernails over the hard scales... she felt a muscular coil swiftly ensnaring her belly... followed by one around her breast and a next around her neck... the giant weight of the attacker dragged she down and she noticed the monstrous muscles under the scaly skin which starts to constrict her... slowly but surely... every time when she exhaled, the coils increasing the pressure... She saw his handbag with the revolver inside directly in front of her on the street... some of the slithering coils of the monster-serpent must had moved it to this place... only 1 meter away but she can't reach it... she was completely ensnared by scaly coils... desperately she tried to get her right hand between the squeezing coil around her neck... her left upper arm was pressed on the side of her body, only with the hand she was able to scratching frantically over the scales of one of this mercyless coils... tears started running down her cheeks... ruining her make-up... a last faint croaking "Jesus...Help meee...!" was quickly choked down to some frantically gasping for air... and trought her tears she saw the massive head of her doom coming closer and closer to her horrifiyed face... greedy drooling and hissing with his long, forked tongue...!

Sucuriju saw directly in Conchitas face, slowly increasing the pressure of his coils... he loved to feel the squirming and trembling of the warm and soft bodies of female human prey in his coils... the smell of fear... and he saw satisfied, how the girl was gasping for air... the heels of her boots scratched frantically on the street and the snake stopped the wriggling of her legs with some tight coils of his tail around the womans right leg and pressing her left leg down with his heavy body... some saliva dripped out of Conchitas mouth... her eyeballs starts to roll up until almost only the white of it was visible... a faint cracking was audible as the serpents pressure broke some rips of the victim... in spite of the choking coil that enlaced Conchitas neck, it was far more a death by interrupting the blood circulation and destroying the veins due the monstrous squeezing rather than suffocating the prey... blood was pressed out of Conchitas nostrils and her trembling tongue in her gasping open mouth get a blueish color in the last act...and as it happened sometimes, a uncontrolled urinating and defaecation by the victim in a last spasm followed... and finally Conchita lost her consciousness... . some minutes later Sucuriju felt her heart stops beating... a last shudder runned trough Conchitas body... the hunt was over.

Sucuriju waited some minutes, looked around, his fresh kill tight ensnared in his coils... then he loosened some of his coils and examined Conchitas face and body with his forked tongue, tasting and smelling the salty tears and sweat of his victim, Conchitas smeared make up and lip-gloss, the blood under her nostrils and her cheap parfume wetting his appetite... then he dragged his prey slowly into the shadows of the entrance of one of the derelicted buildings, where he will be undisturbed while he devouring his meal....

After his meal, before the sunrise, Sucuriju returned to the near river, swam a few kilometers upstream, where he found a hidden and cozy place for digesting... it was time for him, he felt it... In a few days, when Conchita was completely dissolved in his stomach and the big swell of his body gone, he would start to return to his hunting-grounds, swimming up the stream for many days. Healthy and stronger than never before!

Nobody noticed, that the jungle did came back to the city for one night... a few big, green scales remained unnoticed on the street... scratched out by Conchita in her last futile fight. Some thick drops of reptiles saliva and a few faint drops of a poor womans blood...
Nobody missed a little whore. In such a big town Conchita Alvarez was only one of hundreds who disappeared every year without a trace... in the next moring someone found her handbag, get the money and the little revolver out of it and threw the bag away...

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Yes, this part of Sucurijus life was inspired by the classic movie "King Kong" (the mighty god of the jungle, thrown in a unfriendly and unknown environment by enemy forces), by Angustus' work 'Last Breath' and by "Das Boot", where U-96 was in a similar situation: Hunted, badly damaged and depth-charged... but U-96 made it back to the surface!
And even Jallaboom inspired me again with 'Voododwarfs Hookers' to my scene... I got a lot of inspirations during surfing around on DA. Sometimes for complete variations of works, but mostly only for details like poses, situations, environments etc. in a new context.
The title of this work was inspired by the movie... guess, you know it, it's the second part of verbatim quote out of it... I had no better idea, but i think, it fits the situation with poor Conchita in the embrace of her "last lover" perfectly.
In this work Sucuriju was jolted into a world, that was not his world...But even in the city-jungle he managed it to survive. And even here he hunted down his prefered prey... yes, Conchita was only a poor girl in a rotten and hopless world. She may not deserved this fate. But Sucuriju did not ask, if somebody deserved a cruel end in his coils or not... He simply follows the law of the jungle: When he is hungry, he will hunt and eat. Conchita's suffering in the coils of the big serpent lasted only a few minutes... who know, how her life on the downward-spiral had ended otherwise? Aaaand... take a closer look on Conchitas handbag... Snake-leather!! So for me her end is a kind of divine revenge too
And yes, there is a goof in the work: The newspaper is printed in english and not in portuguese in spite of that Sucurijus story is set in Brazil.

Technical side:
Except the DAZ-Model "Victoria V4.2" and her clothing, all used content here was free of charge. A lot of it was selfmade or extensive altered freebies, for example the beer-cans are made by TrekkieGrrrl, but the UV-map was missed... so i made my own for it. The newspaper was made by TrekkieGrrrl too, but i changed one of the headlines... you can read it, when you download the high-res version of my work
Conchitas handbag was made by tentman... i changed the UV-map to snake-skin, using parts of the UV-map of the free DAZ-Python. The City-Block was made by Sparkyworld. I changed some minor details here too. Park Bench & Hydrant are freebies from DAZ, the gasoline-can too. Here i changed all textures, for the Bank to wood and rusty metal, and the brand-new gasoline-can i aged a lot with the same rusty metal-texture in seconds.
A lot of postwork in PSP X as usual... making the buildings looking more rotten and fallen down and add some more graffitti to the walls. Conchitas pretty face didn't look so pretty any longer after some overwork... but Sucuriju looks very satisfied instead. His devilish grin is a result of the light-settings and the camera-position... i think so...

Upgrade Sept. 15, 2009: I just realized that the work had a white line of two pixels wide on the left border. Seems, during the work on it i got somehow on the wrong layer and slided the complete work two pixel-rows to the right. I corrected it.

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Work 8 of the Sucuriju-series

Description
"They won't catch us this time! Not this time! They haven't spotted us! No, they're all snoring in their bunks! Or, you know what? They're drinking at the bar, celebrating our sinking! Not yet, my friends! Not yet!!"
(The Commander of U-96, in "Das Boot", 1981)

Deeper... deeper... the water cooled Sucurijus burning wound a little bit, but he dragged a line of blood behind him... deeper, diving deeper... for the first time in long years the great predator felt a primitive kind of fear... diving deeper... a strange death was hunting him!
Shockwaves of bullet impacts around him drawed bubble-lines in the water and digged up the mud of the ground. He get depth charged like a german u-boat in WW-II and Sucuriju lost his consciousness... motionless he sank to the bottom of the river... a painful graze shot hitting his tail and brought him back.
Slowly he tried to swam down the river with the stream... always on the edge of unconsciousness... but from time to time he must get back to the surface again to take some breath; even if the water was his element. So after a half hour he made it carefully back to the surface, and surfaced only his nostrils to get a deep breath of air.
Then he found a old, rotten treetrunk that drifted down the river and with a coil around it he find a hold... then he fell in unconsciousness again and for a unknown time he drifted, more dead than alive, down the great stream...
When he waked up, he found himself somewhere in the reeds and thickets of the riverbank. Slowly and painsticken he searched for a safe place, that was still near the river and found it...

It took four months before his wounds are finally healed. He was lucky, that the shot through his neck only hit some muscles and not his spine or his airpipe and that he did not get an infection. In this time, he moved only very seldom... Sucuriju simply take a long rest to recover... and after this time, he started to explore his new environment.

The water of the river was not good here and smelled strange. There was a lot of trash in it, because Sucuriju was castaway very close to a great town.
Still weakened, he started to hunt something... but there was not much prey around. He found a entry to the sewers of the city, and every day he catched some cats or rats, which he swallowed at once without killing... only very small prey and with a bad taste. Sometimes he killed a dog. Not such healthy dogs like Hector , but skinny and old dogs, weak dogs, ill dogs. All in all Sucurijus nutrition was on a bad level. The mighty god of the Jungle... in this new environment he was nothing more than a eater of rats and dogs which roamed the rotten and nasty sewers of the town...

Sucuriju always avoid encounters with humans... they were to much of them here. He never get the chance to surprise and kill one seperated. But every town has it's outskirts. And almost every town has it's no-go areas. Where only derelict and abandoned buildings and ruins are remained, inhabitated by the junk and outcast.

And Sucuriju started to roam this areas during the nights too. And always some drug-addicted used this old buildings for sleeping... observed by a hungry, scaly hunter... but there were always in groups too and Sucuriju did became more careful after his encounter with officer Lopez.

But at one early morning, when he was on the way back to his hiding for the daytime, he smelled something familar... parfume! And parfume indicates food for him. He had learned to distinguish a lot of different parfumes and deodorants weared by woman. And this smell was the smell of a cheap, but strong parfume, weared by young, human woman... his favorite prey! And now he was on the hunt again... for something bigger! After all the small rats and poor, little cats and dogs, he was excited about this chance... he slithered back to his hiding for now... he would come back tomorrow in the night for observing the area where he smelled the parfume... contented he coiled up his body in his hiding... greedy he thought about the chance to ensnaring a squeaming damsel after a so long time... and some drops of saliva dripped out of his fangs...

Conchita Alvarez was always warned by friends to use the way trough the outscirts of the city... there are gangster-gangs out there, drug addicts, criminals and other junk... but this way was a shortcut home, and she get never pestered or even raped. She returned always on this way in the very early morning, when the drug addicts are already sleeping... and she carried a little revolver in her handbag for self-defence.
She was not afraid of the drug addicts. And not afraid to get raped... she was a whore. A nasty and bad job, but nevertheless, a job. She sold her body every night and get good money for it. She did not noticed, that she was observed since a few nights by greedy eyes... eyes, greedy for her body too... but not for have some fun with her for money and let she go afterwards... but to own her... her body... her flesh!

Sucuriju observed his victim during three nights... she went always the same way at the same time along, passing an old, abandoned apartment-block. And every night the snake get more hungry... but first he had to clear the envirnonment and to find a good place for an ambush on this prey... she went always the same way on her high-heeled shoes... clac, clac, clac, clac, comes the noise of her heels... every very early morning, when it's was still dark, again. And every time her parfume making the big serpent greedy drooling...

In the very early morning of the fourth night, Conchita didn't had a presentiment of her end... she was only angry about her "job" and her pimp, who want more money from her. She did not earn much money this night... only two lovers... and she did not know, that another "lover" was already waiting for her...

Sucuriju had choosen a very good place for ambushing Conchita. Even here in the city, he found a perfect place to surprise his victim. Some of the streetlights were still in operation, even in this bad area... and coiled up, hidden in a deep shadow behind a column, Conchitas fate was ready to strike...

Normally Sucuriju would start his first attack on prey with a bite in the head or the muzzle, but he had learned that it is better to attack human victims seizing a arm or, in a lower attack from some thicket, a leg first, they are easier to catch and hold than the bizarre, round human head without a muzzle.
But people who lived so long in this city-jungle, have developed a 6th sense for danger, and when the hungry serpent started his attack, Conchita dodged instinctively, so Sucuriju missed the womans arm with his fangs.

Conchita kicked back with her left feet, before she had realized, what she had attacked... She had some good practice in martial-arts... very important skills in such an area... And so her kick was so strong, that every man of 90 Kg weight would had kicked down to the ground... but in spite of that, the girl was surprisingly jolted back by her own kick to the ground, she rolled over, looked up... and saw something incredible...!

In the pale light of one of the few lanterns which are were still in operation, she saw this giant body slithering towards her... and she heared it... the faint scraping of ventral scales on the asphalt... that was impossible... for a second, she was stunned by this sight... a... snake....? A monstrous snake...!

The revolver! In her handbag! She had lost her little handbag during the first attack. It layed only 2 meters away from her, she started to crawl to it... but then she felt a coil winding up around her right leg and how she get swiftly pulled away from her handbag and towards this nightmare... and this must be a nightmare in her eyes!
Frantically she tried to kick against this attacker with her left foot, but her martial arts was useless... developed agains human attackers, she found no weak point to kick this monster... and now she starts something, what nobody shall do in this area... she starts to scream "Help! My god, somebody heeelp me! Nooo! God, nooo! Heeelp!" and the only answer was a slurred and angry voice from one of the drug-freaks out of a window above her "Shut up, your damn bitch!!"

For a short time, she tried to fight agains this horrifying nightmare...screaming for help in fear, beating with her little fists on this monstrous coils, scratching with her fingernails over the hard scales... she felt a muscular coil swiftly ensnaring her belly... followed by one around her breast and a next around her neck... the giant weight of the attacker dragged she down and she noticed the monstrous muscles under the scaly skin which starts to constrict her... slowly but surely... every time when she exhaled, the coils increasing the pressure... She saw his handbag with the revolver inside directly in front of her on the street... some of the slithering coils of the monster-serpent must had moved it to this place... only 1 meter away but she can't reach it... she was completely ensnared by scaly coils... desperately she tried to get her right hand between the squeezing coil around her neck... her left upper arm was pressed on the side of her body, only with the hand she was able to scratching frantically over the scales of one of this mercyless coils... tears started running down her cheeks... ruining her make-up... a last faint croaking "Jesus...Help meee...!" was quickly choked down to some frantically gasping for air... and trought her tears she saw the massive head of her doom coming closer and closer to her horrifiyed face... greedy drooling and hissing with his long, forked tongue...!

Sucuriju saw directly in Conchitas face, slowly increasing the pressure of his coils... he loved to feel the squirming and trembling of the warm and soft bodies of female human prey in his coils... the smell of fear... and he saw satisfied, how the girl was gasping for air... the heels of her boots scratched frantically on the street and the snake stopped the wriggling of her legs with some tight coils of his tail around the womans right leg and pressing her left leg down with his heavy body... some saliva dripped out of Conchitas mouth... her eyeballs starts to roll up until almost only the white of it was visible... a faint cracking was audible as the serpents pressure broke some rips of the victim... in spite of the choking coil that enlaced Conchitas neck, it was far more a death by interrupting the blood circulation and destroying the veins due the monstrous squeezing rather than suffocating the prey... blood was pressed out of Conchitas nostrils and her trembling tongue in her gasping open mouth get a blueish color in the last act...and as it happened sometimes, a uncontrolled urinating and defaecation by the victim in a last spasm followed... and finally Conchita lost her consciousness... . some minutes later Sucuriju felt her heart stops beating... a last shudder runned trough Conchitas body... the hunt was over.

Sucuriju waited some minutes, looked around, his fresh kill tight ensnared in his coils... then he loosened some of his coils and examined Conchitas face and body with his forked tongue, tasting and smelling the salty tears and sweat of his victim, Conchitas smeared make up and lip-gloss, the blood under her nostrils and her cheap parfume wetting his appetite... then he dragged his prey slowly into the shadows of the entrance of one of the derelicted buildings, where he will be undisturbed while he devouring his meal....

After his meal, before the sunrise, Sucuriju returned to the near river, swam a few kilometers upstream, where he found a hidden and cozy place for digesting... it was time for him, he felt it... In a few days, when Conchita was completely dissolved in his stomach and the big swell of his body gone, he would start to return to his hunting-grounds, swimming up the stream for many days. Healthy and stronger than never before!

Nobody noticed, that the jungle did came back to the city for one night... a few big, green scales remained unnoticed on the street... scratched out by Conchita in her last futile fight. Some thick drops of reptiles saliva and a few faint drops of a poor womans blood...
Nobody missed a little whore. In such a big town Conchita Alvarez was only one of hundreds who disappeared every year without a trace... in the next moring someone found her handbag, get the money and the little revolver out of it and threw the bag away...

------------------------------------------------------------

Yes, this part of Sucurijus life was inspired by the classic movie "King Kong" (the mighty god of the jungle, thrown in a unfriendly and unknown environment by enemy forces), by Angustus' work 'Last Breath' and by "Das Boot", where U-96 was in a similar situation: Hunted, badly damaged and depth-charged... but U-96 made it back to the surface!
And even Jallaboom inspired me again with 'Voododwarfs Hookers' to my scene... I got a lot of inspirations during surfing around on DA. Sometimes for complete variations of works, but mostly only for details like poses, situations, environments etc. in a new context.
The title of this work was inspired by the movie... guess, you know it, it's the second part of verbatim quote out of it... I had no better idea, but i think, it fits the situation with poor Conchita in the embrace of her "last lover" perfectly.
In this work Sucuriju was jolted into a world, that was not his world...But even in the city-jungle he managed it to survive. And even here he hunted down his prefered prey... yes, Conchita was only a poor girl in a rotten and hopless world. She may not deserved this fate. But Sucuriju did not ask, if somebody deserved a cruel end in his coils or not... He simply follows the law of the jungle: When he is hungry, he will hunt and eat. Conchita's suffering in the coils of the big serpent lasted only a few minutes... who know, how her life on the downward-spiral had ended otherwise? Aaaand... take a closer look on Conchitas handbag... Snake-leather!! So for me her end is a kind of divine revenge too
And yes, there is a goof in the work: The newspaper is printed in english and not in portuguese in spite of that Sucurijus story is set in Brazil.

Technical side:
Except the DAZ-Model "Victoria V4.2" and her clothing, all used content here was free of charge. A lot of it was selfmade or extensive altered freebies, for example the beer-cans are made by TrekkieGrrrl, but the UV-map was missed... so i made my own for it. The newspaper was made by TrekkieGrrrl too, but i changed one of the headlines... you can read it, when you download the high-res version of my work
Conchitas handbag was made by tentman... i changed the UV-map to snake-skin, using parts of the UV-map of the free DAZ-Python. The City-Block was made by Sparkyworld. I changed some minor details here too. Park Bench & Hydrant are freebies from DAZ, the gasoline-can too. Here i changed all textures, for the Bank to wood and rusty metal, and the brand-new gasoline-can i aged a lot with the same rusty metal-texture in seconds.
A lot of postwork in PSP X as usual... making the buildings looking more rotten and fallen down and add some more graffitti to the walls. Conchitas pretty face didn't look so pretty any longer after some overwork... but Sucuriju looks very satisfied instead. His devilish grin is a result of the light-settings and the camera-position... i think so...

Upgrade Sept. 15, 2009: I just realized that the work had a white line of two pixels wide on the left border. Seems, during the work on it i got somehow on the wrong layer and slided the complete work two pixel-rows to the right. I corrected it.

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Work 8 of the Sucuriju-series