The Jungle Girl and the Gentle Giant Snake (Open for Anyone)

A treepie glided leisurely in the sun-setted sky, low above the indian paradise known as the Andaman jungle. The bird, feathers warmly toasted by only half the sun by now, made no sound in her travels over the tops of Padauk trees. The avian surveyed the world below with a literal bird's eye view: seeing that all her neighbors were settling down for the incoming night. East of the bird's left wing, a parade of elephants paused in the middle of a clearing by their own tusks and each assumed a sleeping position. The head bull was secluded at the ‘front' of the herd, and the restless calves were stationed in a circle of mothers. West of her right wing, a tiger stiffly arranged itself in the branch's of a tree an ignored the unease it caused in the neighboring monkeys.

Following the tiger's move, The treepie selected what appeared to be a good sized tree and angled her wings to lower her down softly. The landing was perfect, albeit slightly shaky from the bird’s drowsiness. It ruffled its feathers once, then twice, to prepare for sleep.

A snap of a branch made the bird jolt awake, peering up into the daily while it prepared to fly away. Movement gently rustled the leaves of the tree.

“Ssssstay.”

The bird suddenly found it's gaze caught up in something. Whatever it was, it made the bird relax almost immediately. The owner of the voice lowered down his tail, which curled between the bird's legs and have it a sleepy jolt of joy.

"Good bird."

In half a minute, M'az burped out a small puff of feathers and smiled in pure content. It was another sucessful snack, or at least one good enough to hold him until he found something bigger to digest. For now, the serpent believed he was fated to simply rest off the bird and hunt in the morning. Luckily, his 60 foot body was already arranged just such a way throughout the branches of the tree.

The Burmese python yawned and rested his head on a pillow of his own body, content to sleep the rest of the night. As the sun lowered and threatened to leave altogether, he failed to notice anyone swinging into his teed until the taste of human skin hit his tongue like a ton of bricks. He blinked as he searched and soon discovered the source of his mouthwatering. The snake smiled deviously at the sight of the woman down below, tongue swiping over hid lips. So much skin and so much darkness upon them...ssso much potential fun.

M'az lowered down further, tongue briefly flicking over her naked shoulder. He pretended to be moving around from behind, facing the woman entirely after slithering through the air. "My,My,my...they get ssstranger everytime i see them." He hissed in a fairly innocent tone, from practice.

What a strangely polite one. M'az tilted his head fro a moment and his facade fell as she first greeted him and then apologized for having intruded on his home. This was good, he supposed--naive ones didn't have the same level of fun as feisty ones, but he could still make do with seducing her. The serpent adopted a smile not unlike her own and further placed his head in front of her, head lowered beneath the level of her torso and just above her bare thighs. It was often a sign of respect and peace between jungle animals to lower your head and she would no doubt pick up on the action. "Oh, you aren't disssturbing in the sssslightessst. Thisss might be hard to believe, but I hardly get any visitors nowadays."

With his position, it was difficult to ignore the sight of her lovely navel sitting there and practically crying for a taste. The perfect, oval shape beckoned his eyes, but he managed to keep focused. "I don't sssssuppose you have a name?" As he asked, a slimmer of a color slipped through his right eye, a bright yellow. While it was impossible to be detected consciously, the subconscious mind would take to heart the suggestions of such color slips. This one urged her to feel even more calm around the snake than she already was, to suspect nothing of him. "I am M'az."