OPEN POISON FILLS THE CUP OF THE CARPENTER

[KNOX.]

Knox did not care for the vipers of Viper Island one bit. No, she steered clear of there like most and thought it a little unfortunate they would now be paying more attention to the creepy little things. Wriggly, weird heads, beady little eyes, hissing that only sounded like a mockery of cats like herself. Probably made for horrible meals as well, all that risk for the reward of a tube of pure scales and bones. They could make better decorations, as long as their head was disconnected. Oh, she hopped the damn things weren't sentient.

From her spot on the beach where she rested, she watched as Chernabog landed with one in tow. The sight made it stop grooming its heavy paws midlick, which turned to a slight grimace as it stood. It wanted to observe, out of morbid curiosity despite its reservations, but no way in Hell would she stay within any distance that the viper could possibly strike her. The thought made her skin crawl and she could only hope Cherna had a good grip on the thing as she approached, but stopped a comical distance from the gathered group. That was far enough to participate without risk, surely.

Ichiro had close to the right idea at least, but she would rather tie it in a knot than eat it herself.