Drakkor Trilogy Part Two---'That's Not the Only Volcano!'

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Paul Doyle

(A.K.A.---'Where's the Tsunami?') Part Two of my first free commission/request/furrydom initiation/whatever. Once again, this is Drakkor---half-dragon/half-raptor---with a generic gold 'Doyle dragoness' not to be confused with Jul'eweisa, the life-mate of Jak'edrac sel'Gury from my forthcoming novel sequence. In Part One, 'New Day Rising', Drakkor wept while a stunned yet amused gold dragoness walked toward him. Obvious flaws aside, I like that picture. And so does Drakkor's real-life human identity, Drakkor (heehee). This second picture didn't take quite as long to finish because I think I learned from many of the mistakes of the first picture---until I forgot about the effects of a violently erupting volcanic island on the water surrounding it. Tremors, an earthquake, superheated boulders plummeting from the darkened sky possibly killing even dragon-sized creatures, and of course a tsunami. I instantly remembered a scene from one of the dinosaur books well-worn by my young son---a Dilophosaurus menaced by a similar situation. Realistically, Drakkor and the gold dragoness should be thrashing about for their lives in the gigantic tidal wave (or fatally sucked into the overwhelming undertow), the two dolphins would be instant goners, and the superheated boulders launched by the volcano would be smashing into everything. If I took a realistic approach . . . But this is an amateur fantasy art gallery, and I didn't feel like starting over again, especially after getting those faces and that volcano the way I wanted them to be. Who needs realism, sometimes? I'm a sentimental softie sometimes. I really need to get some of those bloody, vivid dragon combat pictures up. But until then, I treat you with the dragoness being turned on by what should be immininent catastrophe. Even the happy, ever-smiling dolphins know when to give Drakkor a break from being a trainer . . . Judging the the mid-mood shift look in his eye---transition from melancholy to friskiness----I think he's picking up on the none-too-subtle hint. After all, stories about Drakkor get around, and not just about the wizardry with the dolphins and the sea lions at the theme park ;-) To be continued . . .


Published More than a year ago

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