Kahi 2011/10/17 (Mon) 02:06 No. 147718 ▼ File 131881716337.jpg - (88.70KB, 350x294 , yukkuri.jpg)
You move a little further up in the branches, and they grow slightly thinner and closer together. There are several places where you nearly get penned in with branches hemming you on multiple sides and the not-snake coming at you from behind. For the most part, though, you manage to dodge those areas enough to prevent becoming trapped, despite that you have to take some detours, and that you can hear soft, hissing laughter coming from nearby every time.
It hadn't been a good choice, you realize, to only go a little up, without breaking through the canopy. At this level of elevation, the branches growing close together hinder you more than the not-snake... even help it in its mobility a little, as it seems it cannot fly.
No, there's not going to be any escape for you this way. And it won't be lured much longer, without either striking or deciding the fun was no longer worth the bother. You slow, allowing it to seem as though you have begun to tire, and wait patiently.
It doesn't take long, as the not-snake springs out of the gloom for you. You are ready, though, as you brace the spear. And then realize you've miscalculated, as the pointy stone at the tip fails to properly sink in at the not-snake's writhing, instead cutting at the side, then trailing along to slide across the scales as it continues on. You manage to avoid being harmed in the first pass, but the not-snake hasn't been particularly harmed aside from the glancing blow, and its thrashing has knocked the spear free from your grip.
You moan as you follow the weapon down, watching it bounce against branch after branch as it falls, unwilling to lose your trophies from the outing, but not quite fast enough to catch up to it. It's only luck that warns you of the rustling behind you in time to turn and meet the not-snake's leap face on instead of being struck from behind. It's enough to force its own arms away from you, as the tackle sends you off kilter and you begin falling rather than flying downward.
She hisses in your face, as her serpentine length starts writhing around, trying to get a good grip on you. You can't move your head enough to get into good biting position without being bitten in return. You can headbutt it, though. You do that, right in the face, and then again a second time. It's clearly dazed, and the coiling grip that has begun to take hole of you loosens as you twist about in the air, realizing you're too close to the ground and forcing the not-snake between it and you. There's a soft cracking noise, possibly of bone, possibly of one of the twigs you've landed on, and its eyes bulge as it coughs and thrashes weakly.
Things haven't turned out as expected, but it doesn't seem able to fight any further, or move much. The spear isn't far away, clothes still tied to it, slightly tattered from grasping bark and branches as it fell. You pick it up and inspect it. The second one, which had already been torn, is in fairly bad shape. You aren't sure whether or not it can be properly repaired. The other still seems fine, though.
Your mind spins as you lurch back over to the not-snake, that hasn't moved and is breathing heavily. You want to eat it. It smells tasty. At the same time, it seems like the sort of thing the Mistress would be interested in, and the whole point of this seems to be to bring her interesting things. But maybe she won't want it. But you can't know that. And maybe if she doesn't, she'll let you have it afterward, as a reward. That would be nice. You can't have it struggling as you go, though. You have to make it be quiet and still. But not too quiet and still. If you do that, then you might as well just eat it right away. How does that work... breathing. Tasties need to breathe. Keep them from it, and they go funny. They start thrashing, and trying to get air, and then they go limp, and still, and stop fighting as their eyes roll. And then the blood stops flowing, after a little more, and they grow cold and not-tasty.
You'll have to be careful, you decide, as you reach down to the not-snake's throat.
A heavy crash nearby interrupts your thoughts and actions, and you turn to see a bush rustle some distance away, followed by another crash as something jumps through it.
You can't place what it is immediately, even as it's landed in a patch of moonlight, sniffing the air. It's an almost formless blob, at first glance, until you note the hair, and then realize the facial features. It's something like a disembodied head, if the owner had been grossly, morbidly obese, and seems to move by heaving its entire bulk into a ponderous jump. It hops again, pausing to sniff the air.
"Huh? Something fell down?" It says, in a high-pitched, grating voice. "Tasty smell, near. Something tasty fell down? I'll munch munch on the tasty~"
"Ssmellss.... blood..." The not-snake hisses wearily, a desperate, but defeated cast falling over its face as it begins to weakly thrash again, trying and failing to muster the strength to crawl away.
The thing doesn't seem to see the two of you yet, but another hop brings it just a little closer, as it continues to sniff at the air. You can see that it seems to be drooling stupidly, and a powerful urge to kill the thing washes over you. It doesn't even smell tasty, despite that it's talking. It's very big, though, and you're fairly sure that if it manages to get you in its mouth everything is over. It might be better to just retreat.
The not-snake has collapsed completely to the ground again, having only managed to make it a short distance, seeming to realize that there's nothing it can do that will allow it to make it away and up a tree in time to escape.
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