You cursed yourself, uncertain why you thought climbing a tree would be a good idea. The monster in pursuit would, more than likely, be able to sniff you out, but the idea of running endlessly through his woods, hopelessly trying to outpace an apex predator in its own territory seemed like an even worse plan, somehow. Your heart pounded, both in your chest and in your ears as you did your best to suppress your panicked and exhausted panting, struggling to be as quiet as possible in a vain attempt to stay hidden from the beast while your eyes scanned the forest floor, far below. It wasn't long until you caught a glimpse of that enormous green monster, plodding along at a casual pace, scanning his surroundings idly as he moved without so much as a sound. You knew full well that this dragon, Ollimar, was making a game of this. You were no match for the speed or strength of a dragon, that was clear, and he could have been upon you at a moment's notice. Instead, the smug thing opted to give you the chance to save your own skin, granting you a long lead before he began his leisurely pursuit, fully confident that you were utterly incapable of escaping even his laziest efforts. The big green seemed to have the right of it, so far, catching up to you in no time at all, lending credence to your plan to hide instead of run, a plan that seemed to be working so far!
That green dragon seemed to slow, causing you to frown and give an involuntary writhe of discomfort, holding onto a branch for balance while perched on another, looking down through the foliage as the monster behaved as though he'd picked up on your scent a bit. A lump swelled in your throat, fear sending tremors through your muscles as you did your best to maintain your nerves, only just managing.

As if your luck could get any worse, there was a sudden crack from the the tree limb you knelt on, your eyes going wide at the sound, grip tightening at the branch above a mere instant before a loud snap sounded through the trees, limb falling out from beneath you as it gave under your weight, crashing noisily to the forest floor below. You'd yelp involuntarily, doing your best to grip and keep from plummeting to the earth below, a fall that would almost certainly be fatal from such a height. Miraculously, your grip didn't falter, nor did the integrity of the branch you dangled from, suddenly bearing your entire weight as you hung, trying to get to a more stable position.

"Oh dear. And here I thought your kind was supposed to be adept at climbing trees. Well. I suppose if you don't use a skill, it does tend to get rusty." Came the voice from the dragon below, causing you to look down to see the big green casually rearing up onto his hind legs, balancing all too naturally as he strode up to the tree you dangled from, now MUCH closer. Ollimar wore the smirk of a dragon who knew he had you exactly where he wanted you, watching with amusement as your dangling legs kicked as you attempted to swing your weight to get to a less precarious position. That large green reached up, his right limb gripping a limb further beneath you as he craned that long neck up to you, toothy grin spreading across his scaled muzzle.

"Goodness, look at you. Didn't get very far at all, did we? And now you're hanging from a tree, barely holding on for dear life, poor thing. You needn't worry, my sweet. I'm here to relieve you." Ollimar rumbled out lowly, thick pink tongue dragging out over his scaled lips as he looked up at you with those stunningly emerald eyes, dark pupils constricting as his other handpaw moved up, gathering up your arms and wrists in its grip, pulling you from that tree to dangle from his hand:s grasp instead.

"Relax, little one. Our game has come to its end. All that's left now is for the victor to claim his winnings." That dragon said with an ominous growl before he slowly opened his jaws.

Your eyes went wide as those jaws did the same, a dark, cavernous maw opening beneath you slowly, the forest dragon clearly intending to make an ordeal of, what appeared to be, your last moments. Hot breath billowed up and around you as that thick tongue flexed and undulated in anticipation, slowly moving like a serpent out from between those rows of enormous, deadly sharp teeth. You swallowed around the lump in your throat, trying to form the words to protest, to plead, to call for help, only to find you couldn't squeeze out more than little strained whimpers and whines as you stared down into the dragon's fleshy maw, feeling that handpaw slowly beginning to lower your flailing legs towards that all-too-accommodating gape. Your eyes flitted about, unable to look away from that approaching abyss, watching as saliva gathered and pooled at the back of the predator's throat, knowing full well you would be there soon, slipping down the greedy dragon's gullet, sent to fill the beast's monstrous fuel tank. Both of you knew, all along, this is how the game would end.

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An utterly GORGEOUS maw from the incomparable  Nevolsky
Absolutely go check them out and follow them. Their art is incredible, and I'm not just biased.


It should go without saying that I absolutely adore how this piece came out. Olli looks so gorgeous here and the detailing on the maw is so excellent. The posing, the perspective, the lighting, the colors.... Nevolsky's work is masterful. AHHHH this will likely be my favorite Ollimar piece for some time, WOW.