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the branch of a tree. His eyes met with the rustic rays of the ap

of the world, where he had came, there wasn't much of the ray there.

f its pleasantries. But on the tree, twas quite different. His h

se. He felt a pang reaching for the tip of his consciousness. He ne

und his neck of course. He considered closely. The sky was part

e had been living in a dungeon. If that was the

after the war or rather say, battle with the foes. He hadn't ate anything. H

w that he would adapt and yet find the best meal which would

ffsprings of the fallen angels. They were the most nutritious of all

e sleeping, he had tried to sort a place of rest. He tried the bare earth.

er and slept on them. Yet his sides hurt. Then he knuckled under

id aid him a stance. And awaken, he was making meaning

he apt azure. The sun was setting in the West. Twas quite remote and he m

t twas made of. He wanted to know what was there. He wanted

etter off left as wishes. He didn't want to take chances. W

e couldn't help himself anymore. He knew that and wouldn't deny the fact. But he

umane yet had the awkward claws. No sane person would call those le

to the right. Then the snake did do what he didn't expect.

f that kept him going or moving. All he could see was a quite

ike it made a circle figure of himself and stood its drooling hea

"hey there" to him. Probably where he was laying on was its abode. And of

and he did have something in mind leaving his other leg to it. The ton

he creature was about to do. His lungs were erected and his thought

head and mocked its strong displeasure canvassed by the rage o

emaining part of its long thing body.

ad on his tongue. It did turn out t

ce down. He hadn't calculated accurately like he had before making

. He ignored and dug his claws in the soil as he fought his legs on the soil. His eye

quickly towards the direction the voice wa