The slitted eyes of the Dhani slowly opened to the noises of early morning life in the caverns, a low, continuous scraping of scales against hard rock broke the silence of the single cave that was his home as he unfurled his coils, rising from his rest as he stretches his upper body and arms. As he slithered out, the full length of his serpentine body revealed, a visible lump could be seen; remnants of his rather successful hunt from the night before, a wild boar. A grim smile crept across his face as he remembered how it’d struggled just before it realized it’s grave mistake, entering the trap of his coils as he’d slowly but steadily compressed it’s body before consuming it, still alive through broken bones and tears along it’s flesh.
The passing of a female snapped him out of his reminiscing, posture straightened as he looked after her when she slithered past. Barely into his adulthood though, he doubted she’d payed him much attention. He might be one of the largest males in the nest, but actions meant more than anything.
As he finally peeled his eyes off of her contours when the last of her tail had vanished into one of the many caves, Zuran slithered on in the opposite direction. He might still be digesting his catch, but there was still work to do inside the nest. And work, especially the physical kind, was a welcome warm-up. He’d taken a chore and turned it into exercise; replacing old and spent glowstones, carrying them back to the pools to soak up more light from the ketomoss, only to carry new ones back with him.
Sure it wasn’t as thrilling as a hunt for prey, or the pleasure of a female, but it kept him in shape, and that, meant more of both. Zuran knew he was big, and he meant for everyone to know it too.
Carrying with him two baskets tied to opposite ends of a pole, Zuran piled the depleted glowstones into each basket, taking his time as other Dhani passed him, males, barely his size, shook their heads and laughed once they’d passed by. Zuran did the same, for a little while after, a group of females, some his age, some older, hard to tell in the dim light, but this was what he’d waited for. As they neared, Zuran filled the rest of both baskets, taking only the largest stones he could fit in there.
As they passed by him, barely giving him but a glance, his muscles tensed as he lifted, at first with one arm, nearing his waist until he put both hands on it and lifted the massive load onto his broad shoulders, bowing his head at the females, their attention now peeved, still they maintained their air of superiorty and only showed him with their eyes that it’d worked as intended, causing another smirk to crawl across his face as he slithered off, the females once again headed in the opposite direction, though, unaware to Zuran, a few eyes lingered on his back for a while before they moved on.
The encounter with the females had made the morning all the better for him as he neared the pools of ketomoss, he emptied the load into the pool, replacing it with fresh stones. This time, he lifted it slowly but controlled, repeating the motion, smaller and younger Dhani giving him curious looks as they stopped to watch. Zuran payed little attention, what mattered was the next hunt, the next wrestling match, the next female.
Zuran repeated his lifting of the stones until he felt it in his arms, barely lifting the heavy load onto his shoulders, carrying it off. This was his workout aside from the wrestling pits or training with his weapons, this was why he’d asked for such a tedious duty, it had hardened him further, and he enjoyed it.
The passing of a female snapped him out of his reminiscing, posture straightened as he looked after her when she slithered past. Barely into his adulthood though, he doubted she’d payed him much attention. He might be one of the largest males in the nest, but actions meant more than anything.
As he finally peeled his eyes off of her contours when the last of her tail had vanished into one of the many caves, Zuran slithered on in the opposite direction. He might still be digesting his catch, but there was still work to do inside the nest. And work, especially the physical kind, was a welcome warm-up. He’d taken a chore and turned it into exercise; replacing old and spent glowstones, carrying them back to the pools to soak up more light from the ketomoss, only to carry new ones back with him.
Sure it wasn’t as thrilling as a hunt for prey, or the pleasure of a female, but it kept him in shape, and that, meant more of both. Zuran knew he was big, and he meant for everyone to know it too.
Carrying with him two baskets tied to opposite ends of a pole, Zuran piled the depleted glowstones into each basket, taking his time as other Dhani passed him, males, barely his size, shook their heads and laughed once they’d passed by. Zuran did the same, for a little while after, a group of females, some his age, some older, hard to tell in the dim light, but this was what he’d waited for. As they neared, Zuran filled the rest of both baskets, taking only the largest stones he could fit in there.
As they passed by him, barely giving him but a glance, his muscles tensed as he lifted, at first with one arm, nearing his waist until he put both hands on it and lifted the massive load onto his broad shoulders, bowing his head at the females, their attention now peeved, still they maintained their air of superiorty and only showed him with their eyes that it’d worked as intended, causing another smirk to crawl across his face as he slithered off, the females once again headed in the opposite direction, though, unaware to Zuran, a few eyes lingered on his back for a while before they moved on.
The encounter with the females had made the morning all the better for him as he neared the pools of ketomoss, he emptied the load into the pool, replacing it with fresh stones. This time, he lifted it slowly but controlled, repeating the motion, smaller and younger Dhani giving him curious looks as they stopped to watch. Zuran payed little attention, what mattered was the next hunt, the next wrestling match, the next female.
Zuran repeated his lifting of the stones until he felt it in his arms, barely lifting the heavy load onto his shoulders, carrying it off. This was his workout aside from the wrestling pits or training with his weapons, this was why he’d asked for such a tedious duty, it had hardened him further, and he enjoyed it.