Two black eyes with a beam of yellow irises. The claws on his hands were stained with warm blood that was still dripping down to the bodies of two humans lying under his feet. It had been a very long time since the last he had been able to smell the fresh air, after years of being confined in a cramped, despicable place. Helpless, powerless and furious. The man returned the shape of his legs to their original shape which was the body of a dark brown snake.
He looked behind at a small, oddly shaped round place that had been confining him for so long, making him feel tormented, destroying everything he had worked so hard to build. Remembering how he had been confined in that place made him so mad. He didn't know how many years he had spent in this realm, abandoning everything he had achieved in his own realm.
