Night. The dark and silence shrouding a near invisible figure. Humidity in the jungle is overwhelming. Sweat drips from his nose. He's tired. Years of searching will do that to you. He waits on a clifftop. "Calm," whispers his mind whilst his heart shouts "NOW!" nearly tearing out of his chest. He keeps his cool. Drawing his blades from their hilts he waits patiently on a clifftop. The river below him. In the daylight it is a flowing and twisting azure stream of life yet as of night it is turned into an abyss...dark and fearless like the beast that resides below the surface.
A serpent. A slimy Eel that slithers and writhes at the darkest depth of the winding waters. Crouched and hidden the man notices his prey. HIS prey. He will not fall victim like those before him. This is his hunt. He launches himself like an arrow from a bow, catapulting himself over the cliff and plunging blades first into the water. He hits his mark. Meters under the surface his feet touch what is too shallow to be ground...and too scaly to be mud. The mythical creature rises underneath him until he breaches the waters surface and feels the warm Jungle air once more.
The beast rears its head around and flings his would-be attacker onto a nearby bank. Its webbed feet spread in the water. Its wings span out a thousand arms lengths and push with brute force, almost soaring out of the water. The man on the brink of unconsciousness is startled and woken by what feels like a quake as the beast lands on the bank, mere meters from him. Its entire body glistens under the moonlight as water runs off it's almost luminescent back. It's jaw clenched and his blades drawn. There is no backing down. This. Is. It.