Rowan Arkwright had hunted every beast on the face of the earth. He had slain tigers and elephants, golden lions and horned stags. His drawing room wall was lost in a sea of staring, glass-eyed heads.
He desired a challenge. A beast worthy of him.
The news reached him, whispers from South America of an expedition. There upon a plateau they had found wondrous beasts, a pantheon of lizard-kings.
With only his rifle and a local guide, he made his way through the vast jungle, wandering secrets paths to an ancient place. He took his place in a mighty tree, set up his rifle, and waited for the beast to appear.
The earth thundered beneath the creature, its tail swaying like a cedar, tightly-knit sinews driving bones like beams of bronze. It roared and all the world was silent.
Arkwright did not have the strength to pull the trigger.
Word Count: 149
This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Yinglan Z for providing the prompt photo!