Something approached. Not prey. A man.
Phooey.
Still, the serpent could have some fun. She slithered closer, slowly, slowly. Stopping mere inches from him, she took a moment to observe his movements. When he stopped in place, she knew it was time to strike.
Not to kill, no. Not to eat. She didn't like the taste of men (except in certain circumstances). No, this was for play.
She slithered closer until her fangs were just below the cuff of his pants. She stuck her nose up under the cuff, searching for flesh. Then she gave just the tiniest nibble. A quick nip. Not enough to draw blood, but hopefully enough to spook the unsuspecting passerby. Though she could always clamp down harder, if he gave her cause.
Phooey.
Still, the serpent could have some fun. She slithered closer, slowly, slowly. Stopping mere inches from him, she took a moment to observe his movements. When he stopped in place, she knew it was time to strike.
Not to kill, no. Not to eat. She didn't like the taste of men (except in certain circumstances). No, this was for play.
She slithered closer until her fangs were just below the cuff of his pants. She stuck her nose up under the cuff, searching for flesh. Then she gave just the tiniest nibble. A quick nip. Not enough to draw blood, but hopefully enough to spook the unsuspecting passerby. Though she could always clamp down harder, if he gave her cause.
