The serpent slithered through the underbrush of the mystical gardens, looking for prey. She'd eaten at a nice restaurant in the city, but meh, it hadn't satisfied her. She'd spent enough time living in the wilderness that she'd developed a taste for raw meat. Deer. Sheep. Dogs. Even a mountain lion, if she could find one.
In this form, she cared not for the beauty of the place, nor for its magical nature. No, being here was about the hunt. Slowly slithering, moving from bush to bush, between tall grasses, anywhere that her sleek green body wouldn't be noticed. Smelling the air for signs of something sweet to eat.
She settled for a moment in the shallow waters of a creek that ran alongside one of the paths through the gardens. Her body concealed by the water, just her eyes and the tip of her nose resting above the water.
There, she waited.
In this form, she cared not for the beauty of the place, nor for its magical nature. No, being here was about the hunt. Slowly slithering, moving from bush to bush, between tall grasses, anywhere that her sleek green body wouldn't be noticed. Smelling the air for signs of something sweet to eat.
She settled for a moment in the shallow waters of a creek that ran alongside one of the paths through the gardens. Her body concealed by the water, just her eyes and the tip of her nose resting above the water.
There, she waited.
