Kaya slowly turned her head, her eyes landing on the snake like she’d known exactly where he’d be. "Oh?" she tilted her head, a sly grin curling at her lips. "So you were hiding here all this ti?"
The snake froze. His body stiffened, caught mid-slither. He hadn’t even reached the rock yet—how did she know?
Reading the panic in his tiny, stunned eyes, Kaya crossed her arms and smirked. "Next ti you try sneaking back in like you were here all along," she leaned in a bit, voice low and amused, "at least learn to shut up that constant hissing. It’s not dramatic—it’s just loud."
The snake froze and slowly looked up at Kaya.
But instead of saying anything, Kaya gave him a bright, cheerful smile.
The exact sa smile she had given that poor sparrow right before she almost cooked him.
The sparrow, who was still tied nearby, shivered at the mory. His life had beco one long string of bad luck. First, that crazy woman used to tie him up like laundry—tight and upside down. And now? Now he had this big, bulky, bear-like rabbit doing the tying. Sure, the rabbit wasn’t as brutal—at least he didn’t tie him so tight. Or hang him upside down.
Still, the sparrow watched the scene closely. And the mont he saw Kaya’s smile, a chill ran down his back.
Yep.
He just knew it.
Tonight’s dinner... was going to be roasted snake.
The snake gulped. His body stiffened. His face? Well, he was already black, so calling it pale wouldn’t make sense—but his eyes? Yep, they were trembling with fear.
But while he stood frozen, filled with dread, soone else just a little distance away was glowing with pure joy.
"Chirp... chirp... chip chip chipppp."
(Hehehe... now it’s your turn hahahaha.)
The sparrow’s voice was lower than usual, but you could still hear the wicked amusent in it. He was rubbing his tiny wings together like soone secretly clapping with excitent. A wild little smile spread across his beak.
For once, he wasn’t the one about to be roasted.
And the one who was?
That damn snake—the sa snake who always dread about swallowing him whole. The sa snake who, Whenever that she-devil tied the poor bird upside down, just sat there, cool and calm, like it was free entertainnt. Maybe even let out a scoff or two.
But now?
Now he was the one trembling.
The sparrow almost teared up from happiness just picturing that smug snake skewered over a fire, sizzling with a stick through him.
Forget justice. This was karma with feathers on.
[Note: The sparrow hated the snake the most—right after Kaya, of course. Because after her, the one who looked most eager to eat him was this damn snake. And it wasn’t just about eating—whenever Kaya pulled at his feathers or poked him for fun, the snake would just sit there, watching it all with a smug little scoff, like it was entertainnt.
But the real reason?
The sparrow just couldn’t stand that the snake was never tied upside down... or as tightly as he was.]
Kaya looked at the snake with a sly smile and asked, "So, wanna say anything?"
Seeing her bright smile, the snake gulped, thought for a mont, then decided on the most reasonable plan he could think of.
"Hisss," he said, tilting his head and putting on an innocent look, as if he knew nothing at all.
Kaya cupped her face in both hands, leaned down, and looked the snake right in the eye.
"Co on," she said, her voice playful but sharp. "Go on. Help so more. But before that..." She tilted her head and pointed at his fangs. "Tell —where exactly do those idiotic teeth of yours grow again?"
The snake froze.
His tongue slid out, brushing carefully against his fangs—as if double-checking sothing he didn’t want to believe. And then, it hit him. When he transford... his teeth had grown back.
In that mont, he realized—he was screwed.
He tilted his head again, feigning ignorance. Trying to look clueless. But deep down, panic crawled over him like vines.
He had never feared his brother, even when he was stronger, colder. Never feared his mother, not even when she beat them senseless or threatened to eat him alive.
But this woman... Kaya.
She was different.
Whenever the sparrow was in pain, he had enjoyed it. Genuinely. He felt this sick sense of peace watching him struggle, tremble, fall. That twisted satisfaction ran deep in his blood.
But now... now it was his turn.
And now he understood.
He understood why the sparrow trembled so much. Why his wings shook. Why fear had stained his small body again and again.
Because now, the fear had chosen him. And it was real.
His body shook—just a little—but enough. The devil had turned his gaze, and the snake finally knew what it ant to be prey.
Kaya’s smile dropped clean off her face. Just like that—gone. What replaced it was blank. Not calm, not angry. Just dead still. The kind of stillness that made your skin itch.
She turned her head slightly and looked at the snake like she was staring at sothing rotten on the ground.
"You have two seconds," she said, tone flat and sharp like a blade already halfway through skin. "Turn back. Change your form. Before I butcher you right here."
Her fingers tightened around the handle of the knife.
"One..."
No reaction.
"Two."
She raised her hand to stab, eyes cold, movents exact. But right as the blade reached the snake’s eye level, sothing shifted.
A faint light—quick and low, like the last flicker of a dying fla—flashed over the snake’s body. And then he was gone.
No cracking of bones.
No smoke or roar.
The snake—yeah that black rope-like creature.
Just gone.
In his place, sothing stood. And Kaya—who had seen enough in her life to not flinch at monsters—stumbled back. Slightly, just one step, but even that was enough.
In his place was a man.
A real man
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