Feel my serpentine

He was untouchable. The Arkhos was a beacon of power and held no shame in showing the fact that he was quite aware of that very fact. Jaws were slavering and he moved as a serpent--low to the ground and coy. Though, it would be a lie to act as though his appearance was attractive for it certainly lacked that aspect entirely. A thud was heard not so far off--though it wasn't typical such as a fall or even a break; no it was more of a slosh and it didn't stop; it rolled.

He broke past the barriers (the trees and green) of the terrain and it didn't take long for the swamp to push its ghastly stench onto everything. Resisting the urge to gag and push forth anything that he had consumed Syrinx reserved himself to silence and stillness and listened. Moments later her scent was prevalent and he sought her out and desired to lay eyes on her. Still, it was nothing impressive and he would wrinkle his nose in distaste. Golden eyes shined through muck and disgust and Syrinx uttered a simple sound, "ew," but he had the right to judge, no? Was she going to ignore his presence and audacity or was she one to snap and bark and preferably bite?