The snake that was known as Babi was in his cave suffering from pangs of hunger yet again. He had eaten so much a week ago yet it was blaring in his ears once more! How, could this hunger seem to only grow the more that he consumes. Feeding was supposed to quell one’s hunger not making it stronger! Was something wrong with him mentally? Was this hunger all inside his head? Something broken inside him or was he actually cursed?
Cursed. That was the first word he remembered his mother saying. It was his name. He was Cursed. The child with insatiable hunger that was thrown into the streets to die. What was wrong with him? Was this something that he was destined to be a victim to? This was something that he more or less became a slave to, caving to his hunger for the sole purpose that he could try to sate it. Here he was once again succumbing to the desires of his hunger.
It has been close to a week since he had gorged himself on the flesh of human beings for the first time in his life. It was an incident at first but he discovered from this that he had a strong craving for the flesh of people. People were the most mouth watering flavor that he had consumed in his whole life. While he was revolted in himself, he did not make an attempt to stop himself from greedily gobbling up close to a dozen humans. Now his appetite was changing, going from beasts of the desert to humans.
Soon he would find himself leaving the safety of his cave and returning to traveling through the harsh sands. With his size and speed wmit would only take a three or four before getting to the closest city, thankfully it is not the one he grew up in, best to avoid that place for now. He just traveled in the direction that the previous hunters had come from before finding his new hunting grounds. He was still hesitant at the thought of eating people but he knew he was to weak to resist this desire in his stomach. It was not something he could deny.
Well before arriving at the actual city he would shift to his smallest size, taking the guise of a normal snake. Which this is what he would look like unless someone stopped for a moment to observe the strange creature. He would slither between the stomping feet of the people, ones who were unaware of the snake beneath their gaze.
He would look for a home before finding what looked like to be an old water reserve that has long since been abandoned and forgotten. He would smile as this place was hidden away for the most part but also had a steady supply of water and was nice and cool for the snake. He would burrow into it, curling up, ready to rest. Tomorrow he would start his hunt for new food, the forbidden fruit.
Cursed. That was the first word he remembered his mother saying. It was his name. He was Cursed. The child with insatiable hunger that was thrown into the streets to die. What was wrong with him? Was this something that he was destined to be a victim to? This was something that he more or less became a slave to, caving to his hunger for the sole purpose that he could try to sate it. Here he was once again succumbing to the desires of his hunger.
It has been close to a week since he had gorged himself on the flesh of human beings for the first time in his life. It was an incident at first but he discovered from this that he had a strong craving for the flesh of people. People were the most mouth watering flavor that he had consumed in his whole life. While he was revolted in himself, he did not make an attempt to stop himself from greedily gobbling up close to a dozen humans. Now his appetite was changing, going from beasts of the desert to humans.
Soon he would find himself leaving the safety of his cave and returning to traveling through the harsh sands. With his size and speed wmit would only take a three or four before getting to the closest city, thankfully it is not the one he grew up in, best to avoid that place for now. He just traveled in the direction that the previous hunters had come from before finding his new hunting grounds. He was still hesitant at the thought of eating people but he knew he was to weak to resist this desire in his stomach. It was not something he could deny.
Well before arriving at the actual city he would shift to his smallest size, taking the guise of a normal snake. Which this is what he would look like unless someone stopped for a moment to observe the strange creature. He would slither between the stomping feet of the people, ones who were unaware of the snake beneath their gaze.
He would look for a home before finding what looked like to be an old water reserve that has long since been abandoned and forgotten. He would smile as this place was hidden away for the most part but also had a steady supply of water and was nice and cool for the snake. He would burrow into it, curling up, ready to rest. Tomorrow he would start his hunt for new food, the forbidden fruit.
