Hesh-Sheh slowly opened it’s eye and peered towards the slowly brightening flames of the eastern sky.
Already it could feel the first licks of warmth on it’s scales and the long night’s lethargy sloughing off like old skin.
And with the creep of awareness came hunger. It had been many days since the last hunt and it was time. Time to slake the thirst and feel the ecstasy once again of prey slipping down its throat.
As that first dagger of light crawled across its coils, a small shudder ran across the iridescent pattern along its back like an undulating ruby and emerald necklace in piercing blade of sunlight. The tip of its tail twitched now in a slow rhythm.
Warmth suffusing deep into its core, the energy began to surge along its powerful muscles and the coils started to pulse and writhe in time to an invisible solar metronome.
The machete took off it’s head with a solid thwack and buried itself into the hard, dead wood of the fallen tree.
“God I hate snakes. Even these harmless garter snakes. Give me the creeps.”
The man stretched out his arms to the rising sun and basked momentarily in the warmth.
“Git your ass up, Seth. Sun’s up, I’m hungry. And we got some fish to catch.”
California Red-Sided Garter Snake
Thamnophis sirtalis infernalis