Thank Siku he wasn't a slow Constrictor, or he'd already be stuck in those monstrous jaws of the beast chasing him. How long had be been fleeing? Khrassvallen glanced up at the sun, panting and quivering with adrenaline as the crashing behind him steadily grew closer. The sun was still in the middle of the sky, immobile. He knew the monster's long stride would prove to be an advantage when he finally tuckered out. Then he'd be a dead Dhani. But then, suddenly, the rumbling stopped. To a degree. The beast obviously slowed down, and its tone changed. Khrassvallen, though, kept on slithering for his life. He crashed to a stop in a snarl of thorn bushes, flanked on both sides by a thick knot of tree trunks.
The prickles were scratching and scraping his underbelly painfully, but he had to look and see. It went against his instincts, which were screaming Run, run, run! But he just couldn't help himself. Anxiously, he twisted around on his coils, peeking over the top of the shoulder high brush. The great beast had stopped chasing him, instead it was focusing on something closer to the ground, but its massive body blocked it out. "Myuuuuuuuuu!" it bellowed, though not angrily, and soon after, he heard a voice. A female was speaking in Common tongue. Disregarding the painful thorns that had tangled around his body, and the hulking beast that had been chasing him, Khrassvallen pushed his way back the way he'd come. Back in the direction of the creature with teeth bigger than his petching head.
He skirted around the white beast in a wide, weary arc, stopping short when he saw the small girl staring up at it, seemingly without any fear. Just in time, as well, to see the miniature creature in her arms, a carbon copy of the giant taking up the clearing, leap up onto its head. "What the petch?" The massive monster seemed so content now. It glanced at him with its great beady eyes, and he was sure he didn't imagine it glare at him. Khrassvallen wanted to hiss, but a part of him decided that would cause another undesirable situation. So he lowered his wide eyes, prickling with anger and unease, as it lumbered away, back into the trees.
"Uhm... h-hi," the child spoke again, making him start. He glared at her, and then balked, getting a good look at her as she approached. Long, silvery hair, blood red eyes. And was that blood on her clothing? Khrassvallen tasted the air with his tongue, and inhaled through his nose. Yes, definitely blood. Instinctively, his tail stiffened beneath him, the muscles bunching and preparing to strike. His rattle started to vibrate as well, filling the air with the sound of warning. Though, to a degree, he was very curious. She was so small, so delicate looking. But her eyes were the eyes of some sort of monster. She stopped in front of him, a look of awe on her youthful face, and she trailed her finger down his chest.
A low, uneasy hiss seethed from inside him, and he opened his mouth imperceptibly, flashing long fangs. To eat, or not to eat? That is the question.