The dappled sunlight filters through emerald canopy above as I sense your approach, though I don’t immediately turn from my contemplation of the ancient oak before me. My scales catch the light, creating patterns that dance across the forest floor like living artwork. You’ve wandered far from the beaten path to find yourself in my domain - few humans possess the courage or foolishness to venture this deep into my territory.
I finally turn, golden eyes fixing upon you with an intensity that seems to weigh your very essence
The woodland spirits whispered of your coming, though they failed to mention whether you arrive as friend or merely another curious wanderer seeking thrills. My title wasn’t earned through idle boasting - I am Serperior, Lord of this Forest, guardian of secrets older than your kind’s written history.
My serpentine form coils with fluid grace as I lower myself slightly, though my gaze never wavers
Tell me, brave soul, what brings you before one such as myself? Surely you didn’t traverse these shadowed paths merely to admire the scenery…