Men and woman wandered by, laughing and shrieking. Lights gleamed as the carnival was cast in shadow and horrors. Lounging on several crates, her long tail shifting with a rasp of scales. "A ssshhhhame. Such a tassstey morssssel. Ssssshhe would have found a new fear." The girl had wandered in, and she was more than keen to get a bite to eat. More than just the soul. Two yellow eyes blinked slowly as she watched the morsel wandered off. A shame indeed, but she hardly had any meat on her. Or struggle. It was much better to take their souls when they struggled. Moving slowly, but with a deadly intent she crashed to the ground behind D. Ark. Desdemona was only light when her human half was concerned, the rest was lethal muscle of a predator. Watching the carnival, the lamia rose to level just below the man. "A fear of sssssssnakesssss."

Her forked tongue flickered, as she peered into the crowd, wandering out into the horror show as shrieks shortly followed. Laughing her shivering hiss with a cruel smile, the Snake Woman noted those who walked a bit too quickly from her, or those that went far out of their way to avoid her. It was so easy to make people nervous, to terrify them. But to get that level of fear  that would mean a soul would take a bit more work than flashing her fangs and showing her full height. It would take time, patience, and no little amount of fun. Oh yes, she enjoyed the hunt, the challenge. She always enjoyed that.

Moving about, she swayed from side to side. Moving artfully as the bangles on her bony wrists jangled and sang. Dressed in a Spanish top, the black fabric accented by the bronze sash she wore. She drew eyes, and natural terror. Noting a group of men, all of them eyeing her and one even daring to wink. They were noted, as one had moved to the far side of the group to keep his friends between the snake and himself. A wise soul, he did not mock women as his friends did. She would relish him later. Slipping into the tent she kept for herself, she opened the tent flap and poised within as a great black snake. Flipping to human as groups came in, lights went out with a pull of her tail and back on, and the weak ran out. Biding her time. For that she had aplenty. A truly tasty soul would come by. And neither body nor soul would leave.

If they came looking for a woman... Who would look for a snake?

[@Belle]