Phoenix Maplewood bleed chaos

@Easy, hope this is okay! It's been awhile since I've written Snake (and in general, haha)

BLACK CLOUDS BLANKETED THE NIGHT SKY, OBSCURING THE HEALING LIGHT OF THE MOON AND STARS, AND INKY BLACKNESS OPPRESSED THE WORLD BELOW. AT THIS TIME, THE EARTH CEASED TO BE A PARADISE; INSTEAD, BECOMING A HUSHED HELL IN WHERE MONSTERS OF THE NIGHT STALKED. INTENTIONS THEY POSSESSED OFT VILE AND DEVIOUS, DRIVEN BY THE NEED TO IMPOSE TYRANNICAL DOMINANCE UPON LESSER CREATURES. MONSTERS SUCH AS HE; THE LORD OF DARK HOURS WHEN SHADOWS REIGNED. THE RULER OF SINFUL IMPULSES THAT CRIPPLED MORTAL MINDS AND HEARTS; THE SOVEREIGN OF THE DEPRAVED EDEN. 

IT WAS WITH CHAOTIC MOVEMENTS THAT SNAKE PROGRESSED THROUGH THE TREES THAT COATED THIS LAND LIKE A BLANKET. HIS BALLETIC MANNER COULD HAVE BEEN EASILY OVERLOOKED BY THE WAY HE MOVED; IT WAS AS IF HE WERE A JUNGLE CAT, BUT A CAT WITH A DISTRACTED MIND. HE CHOSE ONE PATH, THEN WAVERED AND FLITTED TO ANOTHER FOR MERELY A FEW PACES, BEFORE STEERING BACK ONCE AGAIN. INDECISION, INDECISION. DETAILS BEAT INCESSANTLY AGAINST HIS BRAIN, CLOGGING HIS THOUGHTS, INCREASING HIS INSANITY.

HIS TONGUE WAS GONE. 

BLOOD FOAMED AT HIS MOUTH, DRIBBLED FROM HIS LIPS, STAINED WHAT LITTLE WHITE THAT WAS ON HIS BODY CRIMSON. THE LIQUID MIXED WITH HIS SALIVA AND SPLATTERED TO THE GROUND BELOW HIM. HE HAD NOT CARED TO RID HIMSELF OF IT; DOUBTED HE COULD IF HE WANTED TO. SNAKE HAD BEEN INTRIGUED WHEN THE GIRL HAD TORN HIS TONGUE FROM HIS MOUTH, EXCITED, MAYBE, BUT NOW? NOW HE WAS PISSED. 

THE SERPENT HADN'T BEEN EATING MUCH OF ANYTHING AND THAT FACT WAS VISIBLE UPON HIS FORM. HIS FUR WAS CLUMPED AND DIRTY, THE DARK TRESSES COVERED IN BLOOD AND MUD AND WHATEVER ELSE SNAKE WAS UNABLE TO CLEAN HIMSELF OF. HE HADN'T HAD A DRINK IN A WHILE; HOW LONG, HE DIDN'T KNOW, COULDN'T DECIPHER. HIS SENSE OF TIME WAS DISTORTED.

THE MONSTER WEAVED BACK AND FORTH, HEAD HUNG LOW, JAWS PARTED, EYES GLAZED. HIS MOVEMENT'S WERE UNNATURAL, MORESO THAN NORMAL, AND HE CARED NOT TO STEER CLEAR OF BUSHES. A PAUSE THEN, ABRUPT. THE ONYX BEAST'S HEAD LIFTED HEAVENWARD, AND SNAKE LET LOOSE A STRANGLED ROAR. THE SOUND WAS NOTHING NATURAL, LILTING AND MAD AND DISTORTED, A MORBID DEPICTION OF A HOWL.