Desdemona's head snapped to the leader of their rag-tag group of misfits and sorry pieces of flesh to level her gaze at D. Ark. Of course, he always was one to interrupt as the fun began. Especially if there was a potential to eat another of the troupe. A true shame that. She would have loved to eaten him but the dark aura that flickered about him advised against it. Better to wait, bide her time. Build up allies of worth. Then, her eyes gleamed as she hissed venomously at the man. Then she would be tempted. But the lesson she had learned in her life held her back. It was better to allow the hand to live, to even remain unmolested. But the mind would be twisted, oh yes. The mind would twist to her tune.

But not yet. A sneer took over her human mouth as she shifted ever so painfully, ever so hideously, and ever so slowly into her Lamia self. "As you will, D. Ark." Turning about, she lashed her tail with a violent whip that would have knocked Johnny off his feet if he had drawn an inch closer. There was no need for words, not tonight. She required food. While a snake could go for a while without, it could not last forever. Such was the position she was in. Twining about she slipped off into the darkness, where several poor souls ran in absolute panic. Towards the edge of the carnaval. Towards the shadows, and towards their death. It would not be a clean kill tonight, they would suffer her wrath before they died. Her hiss to herself was a ghost of a sound. "As you will, till you will fill my hunger."

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