Rolling over and over himself as he falls down this inorganic hole. Gurgling and straightening out nathair can feel the organic not plant ahead and down. Staying where he is for just a few seconds he feels what he can of that around him.
Moving along slowly towards this hidden thing. Going from edge to edge of this hole as he slithers along it he slides his fangs out of the flesh of his mouth. Drops of venom and and poison coming from the ends of his fangs.
Moving along slowly towards this hidden thing. Going from edge to edge of this hole as he slithers along it he slides his fangs out of the flesh of his mouth. Drops of venom and and poison coming from the ends of his fangs.