07-31-2018, 08:26 PM
CLEO ROUX-CIPHER
[color=#445544]"I'm holding a class on snakes."
It was all Cleo extended as she sat down, a well-concealed sigh drifting from now parted lips as the many snakes wrapped around her body disembarked and settled upon the ground. Only Eshe remained coiled around the bengal's neck, observing her kin through glowing golden eyes, a forked tongue escaping as she tasted the air. This was the first time her entire collection of various snakes would be revealed to her clanmates, boa constrictors and cobras alike all resting within inches of the undersized bengal. She'd pat one of their heads gently, a strangely affectionate gleam dancing within her sanguine gaze before she fixated her attention ahead.
Not many were fond of snakes, that much was true, but she hoped to perhaps shed a light on their more... gentler nature via means of this little class. She also had with her an abundance of dead mice, ideal food for her precious companions that would hopefully reveal that they were relatively low maintenance and caring for them was painfully simple. Snakes were good creatures that received the short end of the stick, Cleo was convinced. They did not at all harbor any sort of evilness to them nor did they carry an ulterior wickedness and lust for mayhem. They were merely snakes, misunderstood, beautiful snakes. Cleo intended on showing her clanamtes just that.
Eshe had had her reservations towards all of this because, well, of course she did. She was not fond of interactions between feline and snake, wanting nothing more than to keep Cleo from her family and clanmates the best she could. It was why the captain's daughter was so withdrawn and quiet, always preoccupied by her dedication to the one snake that was relatively high maintenance. Cleo was so young, so easily manipulated, that she hadn't the faintest of ideas that Eshe was turning her into something vastly different than her divine intention, corrupting her very soul the more time they spent together. It was a damn shame that they were inseparable.
Little mamba, Eshe hissed through their bond, that inexplicable dark feeling engulfing Cleo for a brief moment, Do not let any tragedy befall our family. A solemn nod from the bengal followed her snake's warning, a shaky breath inhaled the moment she realized that Eshe meant the snakes- not the Typhooners. [color=#445544]"Of course..." She whispered in response, [color=#445544]"I'll protect them... just like you taught me to."
It was all Cleo extended as she sat down, a well-concealed sigh drifting from now parted lips as the many snakes wrapped around her body disembarked and settled upon the ground. Only Eshe remained coiled around the bengal's neck, observing her kin through glowing golden eyes, a forked tongue escaping as she tasted the air. This was the first time her entire collection of various snakes would be revealed to her clanmates, boa constrictors and cobras alike all resting within inches of the undersized bengal. She'd pat one of their heads gently, a strangely affectionate gleam dancing within her sanguine gaze before she fixated her attention ahead.
Not many were fond of snakes, that much was true, but she hoped to perhaps shed a light on their more... gentler nature via means of this little class. She also had with her an abundance of dead mice, ideal food for her precious companions that would hopefully reveal that they were relatively low maintenance and caring for them was painfully simple. Snakes were good creatures that received the short end of the stick, Cleo was convinced. They did not at all harbor any sort of evilness to them nor did they carry an ulterior wickedness and lust for mayhem. They were merely snakes, misunderstood, beautiful snakes. Cleo intended on showing her clanamtes just that.
Eshe had had her reservations towards all of this because, well, of course she did. She was not fond of interactions between feline and snake, wanting nothing more than to keep Cleo from her family and clanmates the best she could. It was why the captain's daughter was so withdrawn and quiet, always preoccupied by her dedication to the one snake that was relatively high maintenance. Cleo was so young, so easily manipulated, that she hadn't the faintest of ideas that Eshe was turning her into something vastly different than her divine intention, corrupting her very soul the more time they spent together. It was a damn shame that they were inseparable.
Little mamba, Eshe hissed through their bond, that inexplicable dark feeling engulfing Cleo for a brief moment, Do not let any tragedy befall our family. A solemn nod from the bengal followed her snake's warning, a shaky breath inhaled the moment she realized that Eshe meant the snakes- not the Typhooners. [color=#445544]"Of course..." She whispered in response, [color=#445544]"I'll protect them... just like you taught me to."
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BORN FROM DARK WATER
[color=#445544]DAUGHTER OF THE RAIN AND SNOW
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