Blackfoot Forest snakebed

@Hyacinth

He was darkness incarnate; the slippery shadows of the night that sang of monsters hiding in the dark. The canvas of midnight twinkled with effervescent solar balls of fire far above, intermingled within the various galaxies of the universe. Oh, and how the moon laughed upon the mortal plane of which it spied with so much jealousy.

The breeze crept low, slithering across the landscape in chilly notes that caressed the branches of the trees, their leaves quivering in the nighttime air as they looked on at the devilish monster that crawled beneath their watch. He weaved, body twisting and turning in near unnatural angles. His form that of a starved beast, his ribs and the bones along his spine pulled taut against the dark flesh, peeking up against his unclean fur. The black tresses were clumped together with blood and mud, no longer the silky seal-like fur they previously were.

Blood, the crimson liquid that Snake usually craved and longed for, dribbled from his lips. The white 'v's that crawled across his chest were stained red with his life liquid mixed with saliva. His head hung low enough that his onyx nose nearly dragged across the ground, his jaws parted and splattering pools across the ground when the droplets fell from the bloody foam at his lips. The devil looked mad, eyes glazed, wandering mindlessly. For once, no jack-o-lantern grin split his muzzle impossibly wide. No crazed, euphoric cackles dragged themselves up from the depths of his chest and ripped from his vocal chords.

The silver-tongued snake was silenced.