Greatwater Lake mad man

The devil took a few steps closer, his grin widening impossibly as the woman questioned him. "Any game, darling." Another childish giggle left his jaws. "Hide and sssseek isss alwayss fun, and you could never go wrong with a game of tag." The words seemed harmless enough, but the underlying meaning in the sentence was certainly the opposite. The games were not as innocent as one would think.

After a moment, where the earth stilled and Snake was silent, he lowered his haunches to the ground, massive paws tucking in closer to the body so he nearly looked similar to a feline.

Her next words reached his ears, and he flicked one of them, raising his chin. "For children, are they?" He chuckled then, the baritone sound rumbling deep within the caverns of his chest. "I've played plenty of gamesss with children, but they never ssseem to end well." There was a pause, as the man let his tongue slide out of his jaws to slither over his lips. "They bleed out too quickly, wouldn't you sssay?"

He was silent again, eyes locked on the girl's own. A sigh pulled itself out of his lungs, and Snake took a moment to drag his green gaze over the woman, memorizing her scent, her accent, her appearance. "Anyway," he began, humour now gone from his tone. "Isss there a reassson you've come here to disssturb my sssolitude?"