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| Inside The Scales by � coondok9 Laying rickracked in several loops just biding time lazily absorbing the morning sun or in the shade of a shadow. Alert yet almost sleeping. No yawn waking up, eyes that never close, a tongue that tests the surrounding environment transmits the heat wave of a body. Sensitive vibrations picking up ever movement along the sensors of his long scaly body. Free of appendages, sleek form like a creature from when the world first became. Now with fluid motions like water forming a pool he slips along himself and makes a coil. A living basket hollow inside and imprinted designs of western motif often copied by man. The same man that hates him and kills on sight still makes the geometrical patterns to adorn so many of his possessions. A slight bulge along his middle gives proof of a recent meal not yet dissolved but fully digested. As he unwraps in slow motion almost disappearing on one end to reappear on the other he lengthens his body alternately moving a rib forward as he creeps along undetected. Slipping into some knee high weeds and grass not a blade reveals his presence. Almost ghostly he moves along. No sound, no scent, not even a heartbeat. Cold as death his touch, like a living victim. Scales overlap but feel like satin as a finger or hand slides along the skin. An eye that perceives no color like a night goggle image. He raises his head as his body follows and now stands swaying like a soft breeze. His neck at 90 degrees his head flat he surveys an opponent. His head now wide and flat an evil grin appears and almost hypnotizing. Does the opponent think him worthy of contradiction? Is this a pain I really need he asks? The reptile waits his answer unmoving but guarded he stands his ground prepared to strike in a split second. He waits. Only in the moment of striking will he reveal his folded fangs ready to inject a deadly poison. The small pockets behind and over his eyes await the drain of deadly fluid through the hollow curved syringes. A thin dainty tongue flaps like a ribbon as he tastes the air. His opponent slowly and cautiously walks around warily keeping his gaze on the threat until he�s out of range. The buzz of the interlocking twin beaded tail hush now. Content he�s out of harms way the serpent slowly sinks back down to continue his wandering. With the same liquid motion he disappears into oblivion , blending in with his surrounding, alone and shunned. Tommy |