Slithering through the darkness of my dreams on nacreous scales, it comes. The hiss and crackle of dying vegetation in the poison dripping from it’s scorpion sting, is nearly drowned out by the maniacal giggling that seems to come from all directions. Run blindly in your nightmares from the sight of those lambent eyes…
Too late….

Ok melodramatic to the max...but fun (now that I'm awake, that is). I love hyenas, but the spotted hyena's laugh is downright creepy on a dark night. The rattlesnake body and scorpion sting..., well, ask my subconsious, I have no clue. Just a nightmare I had of being chased by this thing, so of course, I had to make a sketch of it the instant I woke up.

Watercolor on scratchboard.