In the middle of the open was something that did not look like grass, it was far too blue for that and stood out amongst the emerald swathe the longer he looked and the closer he cautiously approached. His quarry was huge and, as he could not see it in the bowled landscape, he was put to a slight ease which was helped by what he could gaze upon and the breeze which sounded sweet through the trees. He did notice that nothing ventured past the line of trees for more than a few steps and internally it triggered a little flag which said to be cautious. Nothing he could see had the ability to make that level of sound, not the trees or the birds or the kelbi which trotted and bounced around in patterns that he felt were quite natural, if they were spooked then he would be ready for a fight. There was a rumble as he stepped past the line of trees and into the gentle down and up of a shallow basin. Their structures still stood as evidence of existence but the stone was losing the fight to keep its colour, and nearly all was green now.

A hundred miles from the reach of civilisation in a part of the world inhabited once by people now long forgotten.

What they left behind as evidence of movement was slight enough to be mistaken as a natural part of the environment the blind and foolish would ignore felled trees if they could manufacture an excuse to be home for dinner in time. His prey was tracked with ease across the distances that would be undertaken by most people over several days and on rare occasions, weeks. Patreon commission for achiga, the mammal is theirs, the serpent is from Monster Hunter

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