Little Boy Of The Mountain R
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Raising himself very slowly from his kneeling position, he was again awed at the size of the creatures great face, and the alien nature of it's bulbous eyes. As he stretched out his hand, indeed, the serpent drew ever so slightly nearer, and it's neck quivered slightly, and the large clustered scales on the back of it's head and behind it's eyes gently flared, giving the appearance of horns or the sharp ears of a fox - yet he could not tell if it was a sign of danger or affection. The boy sensed that the serpent was shifting and adjusting it's heavy coils in the boughs above him. He noticed then that it's tongue did not flicker in and out like the small grass snakes of the woods. Would the great beast allow the boy to feel it's bright scales? He hoped that he appeared friendly to the great creature... certainly he could not be seen as a threat to it? Had it ever met anyone else? Of course, if any other was watching them just then, they would have been hoping rather that the boy did not look tasty, and that the wyrm had already fed.