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Stone Cobra
Solid, slow, cold and grey. Scales turned to hardened stone as it settles into an extended hibernation. Row upon row of slate slithering scales indistinguishable to the surrounding stone. As the human hand approaches the eyelid flicks.
The mouth creaks open a crack and long fangs slip out of stony sheathes. Clear venom runs rapidly down pooling along the stones. It slowly brings the needle tips over the hand before punching into the soft flesh.
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