Standing before you is one eyeful of scales. A slender and rather attractive anthro snake. Her body, though thin, is curvacious at the hips, and feminine enough to avoid a mix-up of gender. Her tail is her dominant feature. Roughly the same length as her you can see it could cause some serious damage if needs be.
Though she lacks the endowments of a normal mammal, mainly that of breasts you can quite clearly see that nature gave her something else instead. Her arms. There are six of them at present, when she first entered you could swear she only had the normal two.
Though there are six of them, you assume that they can be morphed back into her body, as most proberly her legs. Thinking about this you realise this would allow her to assume the form of a feral Rattlesnake, a nearly nearly 15 feet long one at that.
Her atire is rather odd. Odd given the given surroundings but not elsewhere. She was dressed in a pair of Black Leather pants, a tight midriff-baring halter-top of the same material, and a pair of kinky and sexy four-inch heels. Who's to say she couldn't be fashion conscious out here?
You notice her stop. Her tongue flicks out in the air as she tastes it, her head looking around before fixing on the tree ahead of her. The tree you were currently in.
"I smell something big." She says, savouring the taste as she eyes the trunk where you had climbed up moments before.
"Never smelt it before around here. I wonder what it is. Maybe a meal or a companion...or maybe both?" She giggles to herself as she steps slowly towards the tree you are in.
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