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EDIT: Hey, I colored it! Behold my first attempt at coloring things in Photoshop! The old one is now here .

W00T for pageviews! I just scribbled this out really fast...

Story behind it? Absolutely.
Characters are Captain Sam Vimes and his future wife Sybil Ramkin from Terry Pratchett's 'Guards! Guards!' in which he is oh-so-heroically trying to save her from a pissed off dragon - and now I will include a quote. A long quote.

"Vimes's legs gave in at that point and decided that they might allow themselves to be heroic legs for a while. He scurried across the intervening space, grabbed Lady Ramkin by an arm and a handful of bedraggled ballgown, and swung her onto his shoulder.

He got several yards before the essential bad judgment of this move dawned on him.

He went "Gngh." His vertebrae and knees were trying to fuse into one lump. Purple spots flashed on and off in front of his eyes. On top of it all, something unfamiliar but apparently made of whalebone was poking sharply into the back of his neck.

He managed a few more steps by sheer momentum, knowing that when he stopped he was going to be utterly crushed. The Ramkins hadn't bred for beauty, they had bred for healthy solidarity and big bones, and they'd gotten very good at it over the centuries.

A gout of livid dragonfire crackled into the flagstones a few feet away.

Afterward he wondered if he'd only imagined leaping several inches into the air and covering the rest of the distance to the horsetrough at a respectable run."

Description
EDIT: Hey, I colored it! Behold my first attempt at coloring things in Photoshop! The old one is now here .

W00T for pageviews! I just scribbled this out really fast...

Story behind it? Absolutely.
Characters are Captain Sam Vimes and his future wife Sybil Ramkin from Terry Pratchett's 'Guards! Guards!' in which he is oh-so-heroically trying to save her from a pissed off dragon - and now I will include a quote. A long quote.

"Vimes's legs gave in at that point and decided that they might allow themselves to be heroic legs for a while. He scurried across the intervening space, grabbed Lady Ramkin by an arm and a handful of bedraggled ballgown, and swung her onto his shoulder.

He got several yards before the essential bad judgment of this move dawned on him.

He went "Gngh." His vertebrae and knees were trying to fuse into one lump. Purple spots flashed on and off in front of his eyes. On top of it all, something unfamiliar but apparently made of whalebone was poking sharply into the back of his neck.

He managed a few more steps by sheer momentum, knowing that when he stopped he was going to be utterly crushed. The Ramkins hadn't bred for beauty, they had bred for healthy solidarity and big bones, and they'd gotten very good at it over the centuries.

A gout of livid dragonfire crackled into the flagstones a few feet away.

Afterward he wondered if he'd only imagined leaping several inches into the air and covering the rest of the distance to the horsetrough at a respectable run."