My little Argonian don't enjoy certain experiences as much as I do. Tight, wet, suffocating, dark.. And many others. However, he is quite an adventurer! He loves go out in the woods and take difficult routes. That feeling of "exotic, new, adventure" is his motivation. But. This time I gave him the place to visit, a mysterious temple lost in the forest, abandoned, which only he could find. Of course, it was not the temple that was lost; he was.

Don't think bad of me. My boy loves adventures, so I gave him one more, though maybe the last one. Your experience will decide, and your instinct will prevail, without a defined destiny yet.

Honestly, I hoped he was smarter. A forest, home of infinite creatures; in complete silence. Who would ever dream of entering here? Was not it strange enough? Of course, that silence had a reason. One, very big, reason.

I suppose that in spite of its massive body, it is a good tactic to camouflage itself among the top of the trees. Who knows. Maybe he signed his sentence from the first step he gave there. The sweating was warning him. It was not because of the effort, nor because of the heat. There was something else with him there. He could feel it. A strange feeling shook him inside. He related his feelings to what his eyes saw: nothing. You can never trust only what you can see in such a place. All your senses must be placed in the environment. It is what a predator would do. It's what his predator did.

Without a doubt, he was not as prepared as he said. But it was too late to realize it himself. The predator only needed its tail to tie it from the ground, just a couple of seconds more to wrap its scaly and smooth body around him in heavy coils. Completely immobile and tight. His brain could not assimilate the change of situation instantly. Suddenly, imprisoned and suspended in the air at the mercy of a faceless predator still. She left the best part of the presentation to the end. It is lovely to see how my boy's head is the only thing visible and capable of reproducing the change of his expressions, his feelings, while Inka's head descended from the trees to present herself properly to her captive.

Her bright gaze, completely fixed in his eyes. He could feel her breathing on his face, soft and calm, as if she had done this a thousand times. The worst is that he was right.

A dominant predator and an innocent victim. Fear grew inside him at the same time that she emitted long and deep *hisssss*. She does not need words to intimidate, she only was playing with her new toy, opening her mouth slowly was more than enough. He never believed me when I spoke to him about the power of these predators, now he did, contemplating how not even the light was able to enter beyond her throat. But oh boy, he was going to go further. The simple idea in his head make him sweat, as if the suffocation of her embrace wasn't enough. The moment was getting closer. His hot drooling on his face, descending down his cheeks and his tongue trapping him around the jaw, making sure that he does not miss even a hint of detail of this show. The most pure terror against the greater domination and absolute control of its predator. It's curious how fear doesn't let him react, not even a word, not a struggle. Just observe for long seconds how its end approached, sliding to a place that does not know the sunlight, finding peace and eternal rest in its dark, warm and damp interior...



Finally I have tried to write a short story for this. Excuse me for my english, I know it's not too good, I just wanted to try it for possible future occasions, excuse me please :(

All the art, beauty and help that I received for this are by the always magnificent  Inkanyamba