It slithered down the creepers, curling like rain sluicing from the boughs above it. Against the stark, almost glowing green of the rainforest, its hide was a sword-flash of contradiction – deep and twinkling as it moved. I told my guards to hold. They’re silent replied could have vaporised the area with their furious heat, and I somewhat understood… Chasing voices and sounds through the mists and the vines, forcing them to scramble in their armour, in this heat, all in a strange land? A mean joke to play on fighting men.
But I knew better. I played the game, and instructed the others too as well, and now our reward would come.
I took out my charcoal stick and journal and began to sketch as our “friend” came into the light from amidst the leaves. Blue like an ocean. Scales edges in paradise-yellow. My stick slashed at the page whilst my eyes remained glued to the thing – so rare! This creature, in this place, at this moment!
It reached out with four flickering claws.
I looked at the Guard-Captain – fool that I was.
When I turned back, it was gone… Save for a blue claw-print left on the corner of my journal page.