Neverwinter Forest But we see it, the rest of us. And we lie.

his ear had never been attuned to music, but the notes drew the serpent and his jetstone eyes out of the shadows.

hunting, devotee to that task now that he had learned the hard way there was little prey to be had, asmodeus allowed himself a detour.

he prowled through dappled shadow and cool gusts between heavy trunks until he spotted the earthen tones and  blood-moon eyes of the singing stranger.

"you must not be hungry," the reptile remarked, drawing himself up as he noted with a pleasant inner intrigue the long beauty of this one's limbs. she was rawbound and rife with a rough experience, but the coldness of her features did not hide their loveliness.

he waited, coiled.