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Sometimes a story sparks a picture...sometimes a Picture sparks a story...

She ran. On and on she ran, lungs burning. How much further? How much? She could feel the hot breath of the dragon behind her and chanced a glance back. She wished she hadn't. The beast bellowed sending waves of scorching air across her cheek. The arrows protruding from his sensitive snout rattled as he thundered across the rocks, using his wings to sail over the larger gaps. Where was it damnit? Her feet pounded the uneven rocks. She didn't dare look down she knew she'd lose her footing if she did. The dragon behind her leapfrogged over the final gorge separating him from her and she saw it. The red mark on the rocks ahead. In one final burst of energy she sprinted towards it, leapt and rolled just as the gigantic net snapped taut across the canyon ensnaring the dragon who had blundered blindly into it in his rage. She picked herself up off the ground, singed and bruised, bleeding from a half dozen cuts inflicted by her roll across the sharp rocks. Looking at the groups of men on either side securing the net, and the dragon within, and said "Oy! Can you put it a little farther away next time? I don't think he got close enough to me!"

My first foray into Studio. Rendered in DS3A

Credits:
Millennium Sub Dragon (DAZ)
Wildenlander & Wild Sisterhood for V4 by Arien and Luthbel (DAZ)
Cliffhanger by Jack Tomalin (DAZ)
Dark Wolf Hair (DAZ)

Description
Sometimes a story sparks a picture...sometimes a Picture sparks a story...

She ran. On and on she ran, lungs burning. How much further? How much? She could feel the hot breath of the dragon behind her and chanced a glance back. She wished she hadn't. The beast bellowed sending waves of scorching air across her cheek. The arrows protruding from his sensitive snout rattled as he thundered across the rocks, using his wings to sail over the larger gaps. Where was it damnit? Her feet pounded the uneven rocks. She didn't dare look down she knew she'd lose her footing if she did. The dragon behind her leapfrogged over the final gorge separating him from her and she saw it. The red mark on the rocks ahead. In one final burst of energy she sprinted towards it, leapt and rolled just as the gigantic net snapped taut across the canyon ensnaring the dragon who had blundered blindly into it in his rage. She picked herself up off the ground, singed and bruised, bleeding from a half dozen cuts inflicted by her roll across the sharp rocks. Looking at the groups of men on either side securing the net, and the dragon within, and said "Oy! Can you put it a little farther away next time? I don't think he got close enough to me!"

My first foray into Studio. Rendered in DS3A

Credits:
Millennium Sub Dragon (DAZ)
Wildenlander & Wild Sisterhood for V4 by Arien and Luthbel (DAZ)
Cliffhanger by Jack Tomalin (DAZ)
Dark Wolf Hair (DAZ)