msauce (merope) wrote in wihh_logs, @ 2009-03-05 16:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | john connor, merope gaunt |
Who: Merope & [Open] (John Connor?)
Where: Egypt
When: Sunset
Why: Snake talking
Merope godboxed while her father and brother had been completely asleep, which meant that it might have been slightly earlier. It took her a while to walk from the inner city to the outskirts where the desert was, it was a long stroll into the brush and the smell was awful to her nose. Once she appeared there, she found what she'd been looking for and followed it to where a bunch of others had been. The black haired girl in the dress followed it until it turned around and hissed at her.
"Go away."
Merope went down onto her knees and hands, sitting down submissively and putting her hands on her thighs,"Please, don't hurt me, Master Cobra. I came here for your help." The snake made a strange glare and slithered closer, having never spoken to a human before.
"Why are you following me?" The cobra hissed back, angrily. Some of it's own comrades coming closer to Merope, but she didn't seem nervous which threw them off.
"I..I..want --no need, some of your venom." Merope's face stared at his in disdain, the cobra was amused and if they could laugh, this one might have.
"I could just bite you, if I want you know. Coming down here and asking me for my venom, you are ridiculous." Merope sighed at the cobra's words and lowered her head, thinking that she might be running a fool's errand. The cobra slithered closer, it' large body moving across her small thighs.
"Why do you make those faces?" The Cobra understood facial expression, but not why or how.
"Please?" Merope begged.
"Why do you make those faces?" Mister Cobra was not a fan of asking more than once.