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Another amazing commission that I made for the Universe of Kniles and its wyrm creature, furious at the egg thief who ended up on a dangerous adventure!

Hope you enjoy!
More arts on my instagram: www.instagram.com/alledraws_/

Here is the amazing History created by Kniles:

The man in dark cloth ran through the dim light of the cave, away from the lair of the beast he had stolen from, occasionally he tugged on the magical collar put on him, a reminder of why he was here. His mission was halfway over, all the creature's eggs shattered by his hand, all but one, which he currently had strapped to his back, told to try and bring back "at least one" to reduce his sentence further. Smash the eggs and escape? His execution reduces to merely a long jail sentence, but bring back an egg and that sentence would be pardoned completely by the king himself. The egg weighed him down as he ran through the wide cave toward his escape, damn thing nearly half his size but thankfully not as heavy as it looked. He still remembers the disbelief of being told of his mission. A clear suicide mission from any perspective. But he had no other choice. The thought of it caused him to scratch at the chafing edges of the collar again between strides. He couldn't have said no to the demand anyways if he wanted even a chance at life.
  He was already half done with his objective, he just needed to survive and actually get away without being torn to pieces by the angry mother whose children he had killed. A distant roar of anger made his heart race and his legs to pump faster. She was awake and she was angry with him. Understandably really, since she had just woken to the clutch she thought safe shattered. The thought made him snicker despite the precarious situation, thinking about its reaction to its entire nest a mess of shattered eggshell and half grown wyrmling corpses.
  The cave passage opened into a wide cavern after a bit more running, bright daylight streaming into the cave from a hole. He was told the creature was inactive during the day and he was told correctly, allowing him to get as close as he did. The floor of the area was rocky with some vegetation, deep canyon like cracks ran through in some spots, though he had already navigated it once and he could do it again. Thus, he very quickly made the journey across the cavern, sweating buckets as his heart pounded. With every wrong step she was growing closer and his small stature compared to her made it nearly impossible to gain ground as she crashed through the tunnel towards him, every second he was still in the cave was one step closer she was to getting him.
  Then it happened, with a boom so loud he stumbled, the light from the hole in the cave was blocked out. The Mother stood before him, its body blocking out the light as it clung to a massive rock jutting up from the ground. Its claw reached out to support itself on the unstable pillars of earth that filled the cave, stabilizing itself. The black scaled monster grabs onto some rocks with its forelimbs, crushing stone as its claws bury into the rock, the muscles and hard scales of its tail constricting around another rock, sending shards everywhere as it shatters pieces of the boulder it perched on with ease.
  At first it doesn't notice him, the blue flames dancing around its mouth as it surveys the area. Even, as wild and feral as the creature was, it was clear to him the pain and anger in its vibrantly glowing eyes and from where he stood the heat of its maw washed over him from its disturbingly silent form gazing around with its weak eyes, unable to spot him in his dark clothes with sight alone. It fails to notice him, at least till it raises its head and after sniffing the air for a few seconds snaps to him, paralyzed he stands before the creature, its poor but frightening eyes locked onto him as it snarls. Glowing eyes and burning throat ready to tear him apart. His hands drop to his sides, he knows what happens next, there's no escape from a creature that could kill him in a single snap of its jaws.
  But if can do one last good thing before he dies, he can certainly prevent the egg he left alive from being reunited with its mother. He takes a pick, drops the sack he was carrying the egg in and same as the others, brings it down upon the egg. Only now the mother was barreling through the air towards him in a final bid to stop him.

Description
Another amazing commission that I made for the Universe of Kniles and its wyrm creature, furious at the egg thief who ended up on a dangerous adventure!

Hope you enjoy!
More arts on my instagram: www.instagram.com/alledraws_/

Here is the amazing History created by Kniles:

The man in dark cloth ran through the dim light of the cave, away from the lair of the beast he had stolen from, occasionally he tugged on the magical collar put on him, a reminder of why he was here. His mission was halfway over, all the creature's eggs shattered by his hand, all but one, which he currently had strapped to his back, told to try and bring back "at least one" to reduce his sentence further. Smash the eggs and escape? His execution reduces to merely a long jail sentence, but bring back an egg and that sentence would be pardoned completely by the king himself. The egg weighed him down as he ran through the wide cave toward his escape, damn thing nearly half his size but thankfully not as heavy as it looked. He still remembers the disbelief of being told of his mission. A clear suicide mission from any perspective. But he had no other choice. The thought of it caused him to scratch at the chafing edges of the collar again between strides. He couldn't have said no to the demand anyways if he wanted even a chance at life.
  He was already half done with his objective, he just needed to survive and actually get away without being torn to pieces by the angry mother whose children he had killed. A distant roar of anger made his heart race and his legs to pump faster. She was awake and she was angry with him. Understandably really, since she had just woken to the clutch she thought safe shattered. The thought made him snicker despite the precarious situation, thinking about its reaction to its entire nest a mess of shattered eggshell and half grown wyrmling corpses.
  The cave passage opened into a wide cavern after a bit more running, bright daylight streaming into the cave from a hole. He was told the creature was inactive during the day and he was told correctly, allowing him to get as close as he did. The floor of the area was rocky with some vegetation, deep canyon like cracks ran through in some spots, though he had already navigated it once and he could do it again. Thus, he very quickly made the journey across the cavern, sweating buckets as his heart pounded. With every wrong step she was growing closer and his small stature compared to her made it nearly impossible to gain ground as she crashed through the tunnel towards him, every second he was still in the cave was one step closer she was to getting him.
  Then it happened, with a boom so loud he stumbled, the light from the hole in the cave was blocked out. The Mother stood before him, its body blocking out the light as it clung to a massive rock jutting up from the ground. Its claw reached out to support itself on the unstable pillars of earth that filled the cave, stabilizing itself. The black scaled monster grabs onto some rocks with its forelimbs, crushing stone as its claws bury into the rock, the muscles and hard scales of its tail constricting around another rock, sending shards everywhere as it shatters pieces of the boulder it perched on with ease.
  At first it doesn't notice him, the blue flames dancing around its mouth as it surveys the area. Even, as wild and feral as the creature was, it was clear to him the pain and anger in its vibrantly glowing eyes and from where he stood the heat of its maw washed over him from its disturbingly silent form gazing around with its weak eyes, unable to spot him in his dark clothes with sight alone. It fails to notice him, at least till it raises its head and after sniffing the air for a few seconds snaps to him, paralyzed he stands before the creature, its poor but frightening eyes locked onto him as it snarls. Glowing eyes and burning throat ready to tear him apart. His hands drop to his sides, he knows what happens next, there's no escape from a creature that could kill him in a single snap of its jaws.
  But if can do one last good thing before he dies, he can certainly prevent the egg he left alive from being reunited with its mother. He takes a pick, drops the sack he was carrying the egg in and same as the others, brings it down upon the egg. Only now the mother was barreling through the air towards him in a final bid to stop him.