Ebysis

She was always curious about normal, everyday, human life, and as one who was made for the literal purpose of connecting her people to humanity, she felt very self-justified in escaping the church. 

And with perfect timing, her little brother is conceived, distracting everyone’s attention.

Serpentine Queen

I wake up to a sharp yell. A woman similar to Hazal, but more mature and with darker hair is standing in the bathroom doorway. Hazal trudges in, half asleep and looks at me in the sink with a hint of shock. 


"What the fuck! You can't just bring a snake in! What were you thinking!"


"Wait, wait, Mom, it can be helpful." She says wriggling her eyebrows. 


"Yeah, help us find our death." She says glaring at me. 


True, a very reasonable response. However, I can control the composition of my venom very well, and humans cause so much fuss over death... at most I'd paralyze you and run away. 


"YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT KIND OF SNAKE IT IS?"


"Well... wouldn't we be able to smell it if it was deadly? I think we're fine." Hazal says with a yawn. 


Again with 'smell' have humans really enhanced their senses?


"I guess you're not wrong on that point but, still a no."


Hazal walks over to me, grabbing a hand towel on the way lazily asking, "how'd you even get there?"


She sets the towel next to the sink and I take a small dive into the now lukewarm water to rinse off my head, then slither onto the towel in circles to dry off. 


"There are no records of intelligent snakes Hazal."


Rude. It's not that we aren't smart... we just don't care to impress humans. I start drying off my back by flipping over and continuing my circles. 


"But look how cute it is!! Showing it's belly and everything!"


SUBMISSIVE! To this, I flip over, raise my neck and look Hazal's Mother straight in the eyes. 


"I don't think it likes that word." Presents Hazal. 


"Hmph. Are you a submissive snake?" Asks Hazal's mother, leaning her face into mine. 


I respond with flaunting my fangs and a light hiss. 


"Haha! Maybe the records were wrong." Jokes the Mother, "Well if you're so smart, go catch some mice!"


"Mom! It's so friendly, it must be tame! That's asking to much." 


I lunge off the counter onto the floor and touch my jaw to the floor, more accurately feeling the vibrations. How lucky, having three so close, in the cupboard under the sink... ah it's closed though...


This One Actually Has Some Intelligence