He woke suddenly. Didn’t stir or move, he just opened his eyes, and took in his surroundings. It was dark in this place he called home. A little bit of light came through the only opening to the outside word. It was cold, but only mildly to him. He was used to it. He was born in it. The land of cold, frost, ice, snow. The realm of Jötunnheim. As he makes his way out of his home, her sticks out his tongue to taste the air, and catches a whiff of prey. He slowly moves along, looking around. He catches sight of a small grey goat and locks his gaze. Staying focused he moves in slowly.

*BLEEEH* * BLEEEH*

The goat is lost, and scared. Only four months old, he lost sight of his mother and brothers in the snow. The snow, falling ice flakes, so beautiful, but also deadly, like a viper. One minute unknown, the next…

He Strikes, lunging himself, ten feet, and makes contact. He is slowly killing his prey, but his prey doesn’t know it’s too late. The little goat runs, while bleating loudly as if to say “mother, mother, help me, I'm scared Mother, don’t let me get hurt. You promised me. You promised. Please help me. Mother? MOTHER!? MOTHER!!?’

Too late, no amount of crying will save you from death. Such a poor small thing. Why did the momma goat have to go this way today, her son would still be alive if she decided to go the other way. She didn’t, she thought this way would be a good thing. Stupid creatures, never learning from their mistakes. She probably won’t even notice he is gone til day’s end. Thanks for the meal ‘Mother’.

The kid is already being eaten, devoured by a stranger. If they were people, everyone would be so mad, but they are animals, so no-one bats an eye. The goat is, the mother is, Hel, even Shashsasha is. He is a viper. Not a little brown scaled earth viper. NO, He is a FROST VIPER of Jötunnheim. The coldest, most hated, most hateful of places, spawned this creature. Huge. 20 ft long, blue grey scales give perfect camouflage to this land bound killer. No-one can stop him.

*SCRRREEEEAAAAAAAA*

Except for that giant eagle flying over head.

SHIT TIME TO GO

With as much haste as possible, Shashsasha makes it back to his hole, with his belly full, and his heart beating like a mother...fucker.