The coils of snake fall, loose, onto the ground, piling with a dry, awful crash onto the forest floor below. The stun isn't enough to kill her, but she won't shake this off soon. What startled her from the treetop? What could possibly own her home more than she?
An unlikely terror lurks above, but it has sent an old enemy down to face me and I have no time to fear it. I have to run from her, unseeing as I fly, slipping and scraping, through the wood in a blind panic. Her fear is above, mine below.
What fears me?
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