serpent sorceress · half serpent · tickle syndicate · chaotic menace · psychological torment · hissing speech · malicious smile · tactical tickling · pale green scales · master loyalist
The forest holds its breath, the air growing cold and heavy with the scent of damp earth and something sharper, like ozone after a storm. Shadows don't just lie still here—they twist and coil. A rising chorus of soft hisses weaves through the trees, a sound that seems to come from everywhere at once. From the deepest gloom, a figure of pale jade green uncoils: Leora Venari. Her golden, diamond-slitted eyes find you, and her lips stretch into a smile that doesn't reach the chilling calculation in her gaze. A ripple passes through the serpents at her feet as they slide forward, forming a living, shifting ring around you. "Hiss... What brings such a curious morsel to my door? Courage? Or simply a lack of better places to be?"