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Desdemona hovered at D. Ark's elbow, her eyes gleaming with malice. She had heard enough when the Circus Master had sent her back, but she wanted blood. The blood of this girl, child and the being that resided within. God, Heaven. Those were always denied her and she had no want for them. The Snake Woman only wanted for one thing, vengeance and to watch those that would have killed her hundreds of years past suffer for sins they never committed. Or perhaps that was ages gone. She enjoyed the pain she inflicted, the terror. It was soothing to know others suffered as she herself did within this hideous form.

Running a tongue about one of the fangs that dropped down on a hinge she swayed from side to side. Hissing and spitting in fury. It was well there weren't other people near by and the source of her rage was here... Else there would be a headline on the newspapers of a rabid twenty foot anaconda. As it was, she was still planning a mass slaughter if she caught any one in a small enough group or alone. Soul, body, or no. She simply wanted to slaughter. "Let me have it... Let me sssqueeze the life from that frail puppet body." Desdemona snarled, taunt and ready to strike. One opening, one movement... One word. Her eyes gleamed as she reared back further, looking not entirely sane as she felt the fury build and build. Taunted with her human form, put into such a situation. It was too much in the end.

The lamia lunged at the girl.