“From respect that feels a lot like fear.”
A Sunscale reptile of The Coils
3 known connections · an open question
He was hatched in the hollow of a fallen temple pillar, and the first thing he ever saw was his own reflection in a rain pool — crowned, enormous, inevitable. He has been living up to it ever since.
He holds court at dawn on the Sunning Stone, settling disputes between species that have no business trusting a cobra. They trust him anyway. He has never once given them a reason not to.
The old skins he leaves behind are collected by the smaller snakes and worn as cloaks of office. One day, they say, he will shed a skin so large it covers the whole clearing — and on that day, no one will need a king anymore.
“Grandmother Hiss has counted every shed for three hundred cycles, and the count is wrong — there is one more than she ever cast. Rajhan does the old hooding posture when she says it, the one that means "I am not angry, I am merely correct." He has started counting his own.”
Grandmother Hiss counts her sheds.
Snakes: cobras, mambas, pythons, vipers, boas — the hood, the strike, the squeeze. Fifteen coils of patience and lightning, ruling the warm hours by waiting.
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