[i] ..was thrown into the black pit, and as the last ray of light shrank away with the rolling of the great stone to block his exit, he turned- to face the yawning maw of utter darkness. The labyrinth. Encapsulated in stone, the air stinking of dust and a faint odor of rot and filth- all to keep him company was the thundering of his own heart, the raspy gale of his breathing. Moments, maybe hours- days, who knew? of stumbling drunkenly along the walls, desperate to find some crumbling stone, or some give in the wall that might indicate a turn or a corner- any hope of an exit, he collapsed. Passing into a nightmarish slumber, and wakened by the horrid, hot stink of some.. thing.. breathing down his face, the foul stench of something unclean, and then, screaming, he tore down the passageway with the hurried frenzy of a madman, the thing galloping close behind.. [/i]

The model is a half foot shorter than the client, so the legs are a bit compressed :) Lots of NFT, moving jaw, all sorts of goodies on this one.