Phantom Hollow it's a mad, mad, mad, world

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Black tongue slithered from the depths of his jaws, sliding out around his lips and grabbing saliva before diving back inside his mouth. "Indeed I am, darling," Snake replied, tone lilting, a giggle leaving onyx lips.  "Everyone can be made into a toy; sssomething fun to play with." Green eyes flickered left and right, intent on finding the girl. He weaved in circles, wide gaze unblinking and unnerving.

He wanted his prey, and he wanted it now.

He could imagine the flow of her blood in his jaws, intestines splayed out along the ground for him to play with. He could pluck the life right out of her then and there, imagery of the life draining slowly from her eyes as he sucked her blood from the veins of her slender throat floating through his head  "And sssometimess," he said.  "toy'sss break." 

"I am The Night" the girl had responded, and he was quiet for a moment, before jaws parted and the man began to cackle. It was a mad sound, that laugh, unnatural even, and it echoed through the trees, creeping through the dark like Snake had been doing himself.

As soon as it began however, black tongue was silenced abruptly and Snake raised his head. His grin widened and green eyes flashed back up to the moon. The shadows nearly encompassed him, his eyes and the white of his cheshire grin the only things ever constantly visible about him. He seemed to blend into the backdrop of shadows, although if one were to truly look the strange three white v's on his chest could be seen.

"You, the night?" He stopped to catch his breath, taking in a deep, passionate, inhale of the night air.  "If you are truly the night, darling, then I am the monssster that dwellsss in that darknessss." 

There was a time when the black devil had not been on the verge of madness. Snake had always had the gift of appearing mad, but in reality he was much saner, smarter, and more cunning than any wolf he dealt with. The gift was to appear so, but not actually to be so, and that was a hard feat to accomplish. Never had he felt like he might derail, never had he felt like he might waver from his certain position in the world. Now he was truly and simply...

Crazy. 

And oh how much fun it was.