Robora

In lock-step with the sun setting in the west of the Nacula Jungle, the hope in my prey’s eyes dims. I look playfully at the snake-pit filled with several of my serpentine subordinates, and the captured human.

Based on the sun, it’s been at least a couple of hours since his cohort of adventures past through this region of my jungle, looks like they’ve abandoned him. It’s not much of a surprise, it seems these humans fight side by side one day, then tooth and nail at each other’s throat the next.

I jump down into the pit and sink my teeth deep into his neck. I love the look in his eyes as I feel the pressure against my fangs. As I withdraw and cross gazes with the man, I whisper hauntingly…

“~Hsss Human, how do you like the bite mark I left you? As for the venom I left your blood, I can cure it, I have an offer for you to consider…”