The cottonmouth had less movement than the terrain around it. Stone-like, steel eyes embedded in an otherwise unbroken sheath scales, he watched the strange creature movements, cautious was she. The serpent had long forgotten life without his master; in the many years that had passed alongside his comrade he had grown to 50 inches long. His silky smooth skin had finally lost its bulge, two weeks of digesting was over and he was ready for another meal. The light was still soft on his mottled skin of brown and russet and the scent of this woman on his tongue had the taste of something he wasn't accustomed to, something unfamiliar. As she adressed to him, he slinked his way onward toward her. This predator was armed with hooked teeth to latch onto his prey and a body of pure muscle to constrict and choke and she better not forget that. don't to anything fissssshy, young lady. he hissed, his tongue flowing like a river outside of his mouth as he spoke, i am watching you. he continued as he got closer to her within the perimeter, cold, almost dear stare dug a hole within her frame, cautious, suspicious the snake remained perpendicular with the creature and thought for a while before he responded to her. there was a plant, small violet buds adorned her, there were so many. It had small black berries on it. (Belladona) The Luciferian King did not whine but instead she laid there, shifting, his glow losing the sublime luminisence it once possessed, becomeing a mere dim light that almost vanished.
" words of a god"
"ramses"
