Silver Creek from keyboard man in a rocking ska band

alright, this guy was in deeper shit than harrison had initially thought. he stood awkwardly, staring at the fellow with an intense expression. the charmer wasn't certain what he was supposed to do with his companion. should he offer his own frame as a support beam? should he swoop in and attempt to lift the man from his crippled state? koro toro was attractive, in his own right... well, he wasn't as hot as oryx was, but he had his own things going for him, right? nah that was gay – move on, harrison.

“hang tight,” the pale snake remarked with a small nod. without another word, he turned and allowed the length of his limbs to carry him in a bounding manner. he scouted out where he had left the freshest kills and uncovered his cache quickly. scooping up the cold dead corpse of a raccoon, harrison raced back to where he had left the stranger and dropped the meal at his paws.

“give that a taste and see how you feel...” he said somewhat awkwardly before clearing his throat and glancing away.