I Answered Your Questions. Now, Let Me Eat.

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{It seems that we are not the only ones to have thought of dealing with humans in some way.}

She fidgets with her nails as she starts, "I guess that takes 'Never anger snakes' to a whole new level . Well, werewolves started to integrate in the 1700's, with the US being the most populated, most higher up political figures know of us... but werewolves aren't the only ones, although more rare, there's demons, witches, centaurs, pixies, all kinds of creatures... you won't find much on the internet though. But snakes to... huh."

At the mention of the 'other races' I can't contain my laughter.

"What's so funny?"

{We lack way to much information, and yet Monarch still wants to become the true apex predator!} At this point I'm writhing on the floor from laughter. {True ignorance!}

With a confused look in her eyes, Hazal's Mother asked, "You're glad your leader is failing?"

{Of course! That conceited woman deserves a set back!}

"I still don't understand." She said, tinted with anger.

{Ah... I've heard wolves are very affectionate and loyal, do werewolves carry this trait?}

Getting more confused, she answers, "Well compared to the humans we're more loyal, but-"

Cutting her off I state flatly, {Snakes don't have an instinctual bond to care about one another.}

"But as the leader shouldn't she have some feeling for her people?"

{All Monarch DNA is a bit... complicated it causes instinct to control the body rather than will, they wish to survive, and more comrades means that there's always food and makes it easier to erase... threats.}

Hazal's Mother starts to brood, followed by a look of misery, asking whilst downcast, "Aren't we massively fucked then?"

{... I wouldn't think so.} She looks up slightly as I continue, {All snakes look to Monarch-Ophidia as a guardian, who protects our origin, and respect their might but... it seems the past few generations of Ophidia, especially the current, distance themselves.}Trailing off a bit, I continue, {Even if you were to live in the temple... to see her is rarer than the blood moon.}

Showing a dispirited face, she claims, "But they still respect her and will ultimately obey."

{Ah. I now understand culture shock.}

With a morbid air, she asks, "What..." Getting angrier as she speaks, "What does that have to do with anything?"

Getting annoyed as I see my other rat cooling, {We basically embody karma. You respect us, we respect you. You hurt us, we hurt you. And if you ignore us, we ignore you.}

Confusion dousing her anger, she states, "I don't understand."

Fed up I return, {They listen to me more than Monarch so let go me eat my rat!}

Clearly baffled, she doesn't stop me as I reexamine my prey, and -{Nom}

"So... human society isn't in danger."

{Om... You're fine.}

{Ahm... Nom.... N-}

Annoyed, "Are you serious?"

{hm. Oh yeah... since I ate your blood, you're gonna hear my thoughts for around eight hours. Ohm.}

"How am I gonna sleep?"

{Nom.}

"And why do you think of sounds you don't make when eating?"

{Ahm.}

Sighing, she asks, "Well what are your plans now?"

{Eat. Rat. Om.}

"No I mean-"

{I will throw it up.}

"What!?"

{Do you want me to?}

"No!"

{Then leave me alone.}

"Argh alright." She says storming out of the bathroom.

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{Nom.}

"RRRrrrgggghhhhA!"