After dinner, the once noisy camp was as quiet as a still river, the sound of gentle breaths the only thing in the space.
The fire had been put out leaving only smothering ambers, a thin white smoke drifting into the air.
But the peace didn't last for long. While they slept, there was a sound of light slithering, as a dark figure strolled into the camp…
It was quiet, the forest leaves rustling as it moved closer and closer to the elves.
With a humanoid body covered in obsidian black scales, a large cobra-like head with fangs dripping venom, and seven inch claws, it was a monster built for destruction.
Yet, it was as quiet as an owl.
It stopped just in front of the elves, it's yellow eyes narrowing as it observed them, searching for any possibility of a trap.
There was none, from their breathing it could tell that they were fast asleep, just like it had expected.
