'You must be Veldur...,' he said with a somewhat of a mocking tone in the air of his voice. Veldur turned around sharply, his long hair whipping at his face, to meet the gaze of this mans neck. He looked up. Chris smiled a toothy smile. There instead of normal sized canines, his were huge and elongated. 'But, Veldur, it would seem that you really know nothing of the game of Chess..' Chris asked, with the same toying expression written in his burgandy wine eyes. Veldur arced a thin brow, a quizzled look overcoming his hard features. The rest of Veldur's army, whom stood behind him, dropped their weapons at the sight of thirty or more men lined up behind Chris. Chris smiled, leaned over until his nose was an inch from Veldur's, and whispered in a dangerous form of mocking,' Checkmate...' Tyg, or Lesley Ruiz got my 6000 hits on my site, so after I had done one picture, that was really really experimental and weird, I wanted to do another to make up for it, though this is still very experimental, in the composition department. Yes, actually, I think having to scroll horizontally improves the picture. I want you to feel the tension and the '................' of the moment.