91st of Summer, 505 AV.
Citlali basked in the heat and the relative peace of the forest, despite it being a cacophony of sounds that might unsettle a savage from beyond the shelter of the trees. The baboons were screeching on a nearby tree, the sound of fruit striking branches and the ground level audible just barely over the din.
The large serpent flicked her tongue in amusement, her mouth unfit to turn up in a smile as she stirred. Slowly, languidly, the serpent unwound herself and began the careful descent through the levels of the tree before finally settling upon the lowest before the ground, although it was still at a decent height. There, she settled again. It was warmer here, the air heavier in a way that made the Constrictor wish to sleep. However, she bade her time; a patient serpent, one who aspired to hunt, made Citlali wary of sleeping so close to the ground, so close to potential prey.
It might have been a dull animal, which did not appeal to the Dhani as she was still in the process of digesting one of her older ones. It might have been another snake, a younger one that chose prey that did not like to be prey. That would have been funny, and a malicious part of Citlali enjoyed the idea of taking the information home and smearing this other snake's reputation.
She waited, heavy in the thick branch that held her aloft, mud-coloured scales offering her traction as she watched. Thankfully, her colorations offered her the appearance of the trees themselves; there was a fine and underlying green tone reminiscent of creeping foliage against the dark tones of her muddy scales which mimicked bark. It would help, especially if whoever had earned the ire of the yowling monkeys was something interesting.
Citlali basked in the heat and the relative peace of the forest, despite it being a cacophony of sounds that might unsettle a savage from beyond the shelter of the trees. The baboons were screeching on a nearby tree, the sound of fruit striking branches and the ground level audible just barely over the din.
The large serpent flicked her tongue in amusement, her mouth unfit to turn up in a smile as she stirred. Slowly, languidly, the serpent unwound herself and began the careful descent through the levels of the tree before finally settling upon the lowest before the ground, although it was still at a decent height. There, she settled again. It was warmer here, the air heavier in a way that made the Constrictor wish to sleep. However, she bade her time; a patient serpent, one who aspired to hunt, made Citlali wary of sleeping so close to the ground, so close to potential prey.
It might have been a dull animal, which did not appeal to the Dhani as she was still in the process of digesting one of her older ones. It might have been another snake, a younger one that chose prey that did not like to be prey. That would have been funny, and a malicious part of Citlali enjoyed the idea of taking the information home and smearing this other snake's reputation.
She waited, heavy in the thick branch that held her aloft, mud-coloured scales offering her traction as she watched. Thankfully, her colorations offered her the appearance of the trees themselves; there was a fine and underlying green tone reminiscent of creeping foliage against the dark tones of her muddy scales which mimicked bark. It would help, especially if whoever had earned the ire of the yowling monkeys was something interesting.