Ravensblood Forest Death and all her friends

 Darkness surrounded him. He could feel it. Breathing as one. He'd accumulated so much that it seeped into him, elegantly poised gait loitering ominously, back arched and chin parallel to his chest. A king among malicious calamity he moved in the darkness, nothing but black blocking his vision. It swallowed him whole. Obsidian paws pulled him in deeper and deeper among the darkness towards Nemesis, towards his queen. 

 

  He'd probably follow the woman anywhere, if she'd allow it. Snake had not created relationships with any of the others in Blackfeather. Hell, he'd barely met some of them. The serpent decided if there was anyone he would come close to trusting here, it would be Nemesis. So he followed her. He is pulled out of his thoughts when they are commanded to stop, and Snake's movements cease. For once, the man's expression is neutral. No flash of teeth in a wicked grin, no crazed look in those emerald green eyes. He is quiet, unnaturally so. 

 

 When they are approached, again no venomous words are released from Snake's sharp tongue. He doesn't move, and his expression does not change, although tall ears swivel forwards as his attention flickers to the figures. His body is not moving, but his mind is another story. He is watching the strangers intensely, inspecting them, trying to figure out what they are thinking or what they plan to do.