A PAIR OF FROZEN HANDS TO HOLD

                    an unfaltering and rasping snarl resonates within the depths of the viper’s larynx, the guttural and manic cacophony vaguely muffled due to her jaws’ current preoccupation.  and her dainty forepaws flex and grapple with the earthy terrain beneath { serrated nails duly skewering the ground } as her miniscule form lurches backward, rump ascended and forelimbs bowed -- purposefully. smoldering vermillion gaze narrows and hardens upon the pitiful target she sought to forcefully sever with slavering and untainted incisors, her nimble physique wrenching backwards one final time before the peeled tree bark yields to her exertion with a gratifying crack! -- sending the sovari babe back with recoil. and a victorious smirk graces the viper’s angelic countenance as she haphazardly discards the trophy at her forepaws before allowing for her underbelly to greet the earth with a soft thud, forelimbs stretching languidly before her diminutive frame and over the ensnared bark in an attempt to grasp before jaws work at further mutilating its rugged surface. yet as diligent pupils register the disconcerting sanguine hue entwined with her own saliva, panic ensues, her facial features contorting with discernible f e a r. “help! help me! i’m dying!” the typically intrepid viper screeches with hysteria as she remembers the blood that had enveloped her father’s deceased victim -- just weeks prior.

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