#snake!sans

@marukuroshima

Troublemaker and his best friend, Snake !

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Troublemaker belongs to me !

I’m stopping working on wingless, at least for now. Aaand i’m working fully on my tiny snake ask blog so feel free to visit ! 

He was plotting.

How he ended in this situation he didn’t really know, but he was plotting vengeance as the human above him spoke, staying still as the weight on his back increased with each movement.

King had been hunting, a very beautiful boar within his sights as he slid forward along the forest floor with scales tinted to look like leaf litter as he passed through a sunspot. He had come so close to his prey, had been so close to lunging, when he found himself ensnared around the neck with a very strong, very thin, vine like creation, and as he tried to calmly free himself from this vine he found his arms and wrists getting tightly constricted. It was only when he couldn’t move very well at all that he began to vigorously thrash about, effectively ending his hunt as he scared away the boar. He let loose an infuriated shriek of rage as his body and arms tangled in the underbrush, but regardless of how he tried he could not dislodge the binds that held him. Eventually he calmed, going still as he regained his energy and began to think. If he could get his teeth around these horrible vines he could shred the rest of them and get free of his bones.

Before he could even shift to put his plan into motion, weight up on weight began to throw itself on top of him. He barely had time to thrash his body before he was completely pinned down. He was completely confused and absolutely outraged as he heard voices talking. There were voices talking over him, hands in places he DIDN’T want them, and all this time he was hungry.  He had been looking forward to devouring that boar but now there was no way he was going get it back.

He let out a strangled growl as hands ran along his spine slowly, shivering with repressed bliss at the feeling as the human kept talking. He hated this. What was happening to him? Why was he being handled like he was, it made no sense. He had done nothing to warrant these touches, he had put on no dominating display to attract a mate, it wasn’t even his season yet, so why? Why were they happening? Why was THIS happening? Once more, small touches sent little gentle sparks through him that he DID NOT WANT, lingering on the vertebrae towards the center of his back. He put forth a more valent effort to shake off the weight upon him, moving his back and his coils as his magic boiled beneath the surface of his bones, but no matter what he tried he was stuck in both the binds and in the grasp of man. And with every passing moment, he was getting more infuriated than the last.

Something large and metal was sat before him, his reflection gleaming back at him as his shoulders were pressed down and hands gripped the sides of his head from behind, worming their fingers into his mouth to pry it open despite how he wanted to keep it closed. An angry hiss and a growl of warning was all the warning he gave before he attempted to move again, the voice above him shouting instructions before he ceased all movement. His mind was racing as he blocked out the words the man above him was saying to the device before him, a deathly glare zeroing in on the human behind it as his fangs were put on display. Much to his satisfaction the human spoke up about the look, and his face suddenly had more attention than it had prior. Carefully the hands removed themselves and he SNAPPED forward, trying to catch them before they could get away. He felt skin brush his fangs and hummed deeply in satisfaction at the yelp of surprise that it elicited from the humans as he settled.

Now he found himself here, pinned once more as the male on top of him yammered on and on about something or other, stewing in thought as to how to get back at this creature for this invasive few minutes of his life. He was hungry, he was ANGRY, and he was captured. Long story short?

He was going to kill someone.

Slowly, one by one the bonds on his body began to be released as they were cut away, the stiff vines releasing him. He began to thrash around once again, and weight slowly began to remove itself until at last he was able to lurch upright.

With a flash, his hood flared out, glittering gold and shining with magic as he whirled around upon the group of humans and zeroed in on the one who had been so grabby of his body. Golden eyes narrowed into slits as his sockets narrowed, mouth slowly sliding open as his body coiled beneath him. He towered over these pathetic creatures with ease and they had cost him A MEAL. He felt divine satisfaction as he arched forward and sank his fangs into the humans arm, tearing at clothing and skin with his sharpened claws as the others fought to pull the male away, but the damage was done even so.

As he climbed into a powerful towering tree and gazed down at the small group, he felt satisfaction bloom deep within him and spread through to him as he watched death eat the man from the inside out, his venom slowly seeping through the small fleshy body as they carried him away.

Longing.

Walker and Hebi have similar families. An evil CREATOR, and a strict father.

Someone sent me and ask saying Walkers been told on.  So I was thinking how things could effect there relationship.  So because I can’t say for the other two, but I’m sure Walker would have a lot of things going through his head.  all of it being FATHER’s voice.

Hebi and Inyoka - @shu-draw

Snake - @milowi

FATHER - @proxypuff