Beaut, Meeting Eyes of A Serpent
Summer 10, 514 A.V.
Xen could hear the disdain in her voice; myrian’s were not one’s to openly display gratitude it seemed. Yet there remained a question, why was Tazi so close to Zinrah—constrictor territory? If found they would kill her, surely. Xen devours the last piece of his strip as he goes over the actions he could take in the current situation. A, he could leave her here as she had food, shelter and his scent within this place would mask her scent from the constrictors. B, he could guide her away from Zinrah but doing so in this storm he would cause disaster to fall upon Tazi and himself. The likelihood of this place flooding was high also, seeing as they were awfully close to the Kandukta Basin; he could smell the rushing water.
Then there was plan C: where he would provide Tazi with momentary shelter at his home but that would be risky, extremely so. The constrictors would not take too kindly to him bringing a myrian to Zinrah—they were an intolerant bunch when it came to anything pertaining to myrian’s and with good reason. However with the current affliction upon Zinrah, he should be able to sneak her in and pass by the guards without trouble. Xen’s sighs for a moment; he still had a duty to fulfill despite all this. He could not openly reveal his nest to Tazi; neither could he grant her the privilege of knowing the path to it.
“ There has to be a way to preserve a life and Zinrah’s secrecy,” Xen thought with a tinge of haste upon his mind.
A bolt of lightning snaps in the sky above Xen: the sound being reminiscent to that of a whip violently flexing its body in the wind. He had to think of something before the storm commences its violent work. The winds intensity had already increased and the leaves were dancing in the air outside the shelter. These factors that stood against him in the moment were indeed bothersome and all seemed to compel him to leave Tazi behind—self-preservation announces itself. Xen found his being fighting against his instincts: an internal battle of which seemed perpetual in nature.
“What bringss you within consstrictor territory? Thiss curiosity of mine sstemss from my concern for your life, Tazi.”
The indigo: a deep and dark purple, within Xen’s eyes seemed to glow within the cavern and in his predatory gaze remained genuine concern. Xen was not a cruel dhani; his habits were closer to that of a serpent: one simple and watchful of things. When conveying his veracity to someone that person will have no problem understanding his nature. Xen sat in silence for a chime before announcing his name to Tazi.
“I’m Xen; it iss good to meet you, Tazi.”
Xen could hear the disdain in her voice; myrian’s were not one’s to openly display gratitude it seemed. Yet there remained a question, why was Tazi so close to Zinrah—constrictor territory? If found they would kill her, surely. Xen devours the last piece of his strip as he goes over the actions he could take in the current situation. A, he could leave her here as she had food, shelter and his scent within this place would mask her scent from the constrictors. B, he could guide her away from Zinrah but doing so in this storm he would cause disaster to fall upon Tazi and himself. The likelihood of this place flooding was high also, seeing as they were awfully close to the Kandukta Basin; he could smell the rushing water.
Then there was plan C: where he would provide Tazi with momentary shelter at his home but that would be risky, extremely so. The constrictors would not take too kindly to him bringing a myrian to Zinrah—they were an intolerant bunch when it came to anything pertaining to myrian’s and with good reason. However with the current affliction upon Zinrah, he should be able to sneak her in and pass by the guards without trouble. Xen’s sighs for a moment; he still had a duty to fulfill despite all this. He could not openly reveal his nest to Tazi; neither could he grant her the privilege of knowing the path to it.
“ There has to be a way to preserve a life and Zinrah’s secrecy,” Xen thought with a tinge of haste upon his mind.
A bolt of lightning snaps in the sky above Xen: the sound being reminiscent to that of a whip violently flexing its body in the wind. He had to think of something before the storm commences its violent work. The winds intensity had already increased and the leaves were dancing in the air outside the shelter. These factors that stood against him in the moment were indeed bothersome and all seemed to compel him to leave Tazi behind—self-preservation announces itself. Xen found his being fighting against his instincts: an internal battle of which seemed perpetual in nature.
“What bringss you within consstrictor territory? Thiss curiosity of mine sstemss from my concern for your life, Tazi.”
The indigo: a deep and dark purple, within Xen’s eyes seemed to glow within the cavern and in his predatory gaze remained genuine concern. Xen was not a cruel dhani; his habits were closer to that of a serpent: one simple and watchful of things. When conveying his veracity to someone that person will have no problem understanding his nature. Xen sat in silence for a chime before announcing his name to Tazi.
“I’m Xen; it iss good to meet you, Tazi.”