SabbatH
i'll let you play the role. i'll be your animal.
She’s grown now, by some standards, and her coat has begun to gray. Small red dapples reveal themselves a little more each day, peppered across her back and hips like her mother’s. If it weren’t for that broken horn, she’d be quite lovely, with her high cheek bones and sage green doe eyes. But she doesn’t want to be lovely. Nothing in her aches to be called beautiful but rather hungers for something like power, like strength.
Sabbath hides her soft eyes behind a mess of black forelock while the little pits just behind her nose show her the world. The serpent girl doesn’t care for the colors of the meadow even as it turns golden in the summer sun. No, she just wants to separate prey animals from predators. She wants to map heat signatures and memorize the shape of her next meal. Her tongue travels across the razor edge of her many fangs as she tries to wade through the bodies taking up space around her.
She is a young viper with little experience on how to hunt. Adna is too busy with her children to teach her and their father has left them to live his fairy tale with their mother. A soft snort of frustration leaves her when she spots Valek slowly orbiting his tree, drawing further from its shade with each relaxed rotation. Sabbath blinks, tosses her head to brush the tangle of forelock from her face. He’s all shimmering gold but she’s learned to fear the beautiful boys she meets in this life. Still, maybe she could use a refresher.
She walks a little closer to him, the hot summer sun turning the scales across her a fiery red. Sabbath is careful to leave a few feet of space between them. “Are you staking your claim here?” she asks curiously, her voice like a siren song summoning others toward jagged rocks. She tilts her head curiously and even offers a soft smile full of pointed teeth.
Sabbath hides her soft eyes behind a mess of black forelock while the little pits just behind her nose show her the world. The serpent girl doesn’t care for the colors of the meadow even as it turns golden in the summer sun. No, she just wants to separate prey animals from predators. She wants to map heat signatures and memorize the shape of her next meal. Her tongue travels across the razor edge of her many fangs as she tries to wade through the bodies taking up space around her.
She is a young viper with little experience on how to hunt. Adna is too busy with her children to teach her and their father has left them to live his fairy tale with their mother. A soft snort of frustration leaves her when she spots Valek slowly orbiting his tree, drawing further from its shade with each relaxed rotation. Sabbath blinks, tosses her head to brush the tangle of forelock from her face. He’s all shimmering gold but she’s learned to fear the beautiful boys she meets in this life. Still, maybe she could use a refresher.
She walks a little closer to him, the hot summer sun turning the scales across her a fiery red. Sabbath is careful to leave a few feet of space between them. “Are you staking your claim here?” she asks curiously, her voice like a siren song summoning others toward jagged rocks. She tilts her head curiously and even offers a soft smile full of pointed teeth.