trial & error
The bird might have been near-silent in its fall from the skies, but still it carried a distinctive scent that set off warning bells in the snake's mind. Sounds that sounded like FUCK! and YOU FEATHERED BASTARD, and WHAT WILL I HAVE FOR DINNER NOW?
Slithering as fast as he could (with a fish clamped firmly in his jaws), James felt the cool constriction of talons on his slippery noodle-body and immediately went limp. He might have been able to bite the bird's belly from this vantage point, but that would have meant dropping his meal. And so, like any good addict, James closed his eyes, sent out a barrage of weak-willed prayers to any god who might be listening, and basically just hoped for the best.
As his body hit the ground he was thrown back into his own skin, which today, was wrapped in a pink skirt (it had once been a shirt, but was now being worn low on his hips) and a shirt that looked basically like a bit of netting. Very fashion-forward, in a hobo-chic sort of way. "OY!" The snake bleated, spitting out the fish into his hands and glaring up at the bird. "Y'can't just go throwin' folks around like that." He added, melodic accent making him sound anything but intimidating. Or maybe it was the fact that he was a scrawny alcoholic sitting in clothing made from garbage.
Slithering as fast as he could (with a fish clamped firmly in his jaws), James felt the cool constriction of talons on his slippery noodle-body and immediately went limp. He might have been able to bite the bird's belly from this vantage point, but that would have meant dropping his meal. And so, like any good addict, James closed his eyes, sent out a barrage of weak-willed prayers to any god who might be listening, and basically just hoped for the best.
As his body hit the ground he was thrown back into his own skin, which today, was wrapped in a pink skirt (it had once been a shirt, but was now being worn low on his hips) and a shirt that looked basically like a bit of netting. Very fashion-forward, in a hobo-chic sort of way. "OY!" The snake bleated, spitting out the fish into his hands and glaring up at the bird. "Y'can't just go throwin' folks around like that." He added, melodic accent making him sound anything but intimidating. Or maybe it was the fact that he was a scrawny alcoholic sitting in clothing made from garbage.
but mostly error. like, a shitload of error
