Re: Overturned snack tables (5 second rule!): OPEN That was crass.
Jörmungandr was not entirely displeased, truth be told. Since leaving Harmonia's side he found himself objectively intrigued by the goings-on around him, chaotic as they were, bloodstained as they were likely to become; the bird, mirrored-black and gleaming, had done no more than could be expected under the circumstances, no better than its nature allowed. The serpent coiled himself into a ball, his size expanding as his thick body twisted and curled upon itself. His forked tongue flicked at the air, scenting, assessing. This was no god he knew, from no world he recognized: Deep beneath the ocean he would not have known him, and lifetimes trapped, unknowing, in human flesh, had not brought them into contact.
And what are you? he asked. His black eyes did not leave the bird, though he could smell the overturned snacks, some more enticing than others. Where do you come from?