Snake in the Grass

(October the 8th, open to Cydne and any dalmatian pups. Time for a reunion >:3)

The green water snake slithered through the grass, waiting, watching. He was on the edge of the pridelands, where the grasslands met the pridelands. He never crossed the border, but lay low in the grass, tongue flicking in and out as he let out a grumble and a hiss.

"When am I going to get to eat ssssomething with sssspots," he whispered, "I haven't ssssen hide or hair of those bloody little thingssss." Maybe that was a good thing, maybe it was good he hadn't eaten a pup yet. He'd fed on a few mice, a rat or two. But the one thought he'd had in his mind was the thought of sinking his teeth into Rolly or Lucky or Cadpig. Even that sheepdog would do. It wasn't cold deadly vengeance, it was just a little payback for annoying the snot out of him on the farm.

Plus he'd always wondered how spots would taste on his palate.

So there he sat, head low, eyes only visible through the grass as he just observed, unaware that the spots would soon come to him.

Cadpig walked along the grasslands, whistling a Happy tune to herself. It was a beautiful day, and serenity of the grass lands just added to the peacefulness of the Grasslands. But just then Cadpig froze as she saw Cydne. Wasn't that the same snake that had been on the farm? That was a nuisance to the spotted dals? The one where Rolly falsely made a label for himself by being a "Snake Stomper" Cadpig nervously walked over to hi. "Hey, Cydne, eat any good mice lately?" Cadpig asked.

Sparky was spending his time in one of his favorite places to be, the grasslands, when he came upon his sister Cadpig. He decided to follow her and see if any good pranking opportunities presented themselves when he saw Sidney. Now THERE was an opportunity, he snuck around to the back of the snake and pounced on the Snakes aft section and made sure to not stab him but just prick him with the tips of his nails to annoy him.

Dottie laughed as she playfully ran through the Grasslands. She had nothing better to do with her time at the moment, so the childish dalmatian spent it frolicking through the long grass that covered the Grasslands. She seemed a little too happy, considering she was in a war, but the ditsy girl had yet to fully grasp the seriousness of it.

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted two other dalmatians not too far away. One she recognised as Cadpig, the other however she wasn't too familiar with, but she decided it would be worth making a new friend. Maybe they would want to play with her! As she moved closer she noticed something large and green slithering in the grass nearby the dalmatians. He looked... familiar. Sort of like that snake that lived on the Dearly Farm.

"Hey guys!" she greeted playfully, tail wagging as she approached her adopted siblings. "Wanna play, wanna play?" she asked, bouncing around a little before coming to a stop in front of them.

"Oh look, that little big headed dalmatian girl," Cydne said, lifting up, showing off his fangs with a hiss, "No, not particularly. In fact, I might be kind of hungry now, little girl." He wasn't going to strike JUST yet. Besides, Cadpig wasn't even an appetizer for him. Too small, probably too many bones. His tongue flicked in and out; perhaps she could tell him where the other dals were so he'd have a proper meal.

He didn't have to wait long for more. He gave a harsh hiss as a pair of claws pricked his thick skin. He whipped his head around, fangs dripping with saliva. "Ohoho," he chuckled, "You shouldn't have done that you little brat." His tail curled, wrapping around the pup's belly. "What givesssss you the right to ssssneak up on people like that? It isssssn't polite."

Cadpig stood in front of Dottie so Cydne didn't get any ideas. Cadpig would of loved to play, but she couldn't at this very moment because of the severity of this situation. "I promise we'll play Dottie right after we don't become a well balanced meal in a snake's stomach. She needed some way to save Sparky. Violence? Maybe not at this moment so she went with the first thing she could think of very clever Negotiation tactics.

"Leave him alone, What I mean is you don't wanna hurt Sparky. I mean why have one puny dalmatian, when if you let him go I could get you the biggest, fattest, most tastiest Dalmatian ever? " Cadpig said of course she would never let Cydne hurt anyone all that she could hope is that Cydne bought her negotiation tactic.

Sparky hadn't though his plan through to the best extent. He had figured he would be able to pull his nails out and run, though he had proved to be to slow. "Sorry Mr. Cydne. J-j-j-just walking through," he smiled weakly, then heard Cadpig try and talk Cydne out of eating him. He knew the only way to live was to play along. "Oh, yeah Cydne. I know who she's talking about. He's the biggest, largest, Dalmatian that was ever on the farm." He said giving a weak breath under the snakes wrap. It reminded him of the position his mother was in a few days ago.

Dottie immediately ceased her playful and bouncy mood as the snake wrapped around the pup she then found out was named Sparky. The little dal tensed up a little. She may be a little on the dumb side, but Dottie knew danger when she saw it. She held her tail a little between her legs as Cadpig stepped in front of her.

"I mean why have one puny dalmatian, when if you let him go I could get you the biggest, fattest, most tastiest Dalmatian ever?"

"B-but Cadpig, what are you doing? Why are you going to give him one of the others?" she said, genuinely confused and a little scared by her adopted sibling's statement, even more so when Sparky joined in. The spotted female obviously didn't understand their trick. She thought they were being serious.

"I mean why have one puny dalmatian, when if you let him go I could get you the biggest, fattest, most tastiest Dalmatian ever?"

Cydne's jaw twitched, his forked tongue flowing in and out of his mouth. He smiled gently, releasing Sparky rather roughly on the ground. He showed off his fangs again in a chuckle. "Oh? And who would that be?"

He curled a semi-circle around the little brats. "You mean that chubby little friend of yourssss? The one they called ssssnake stomper?" The thought of putting that fat little pig in his place again was a brilliant idea. He pressed his face against Cadpig's placing his tail on her shoulder as someone would put their arms around another person.

"If its that one, I'd love it. If not, well I'll jusssst have to eat one of you. Eennie Meenie Miney Moe. Catch a dalmatian by the toe."

"If he hollers, swallow him whole." Nice little rhyme, the snake thought to himself, and it'd prove true if Cadpig didn't produce her brother.

"Oh, yes. That's the one." said Sparky catching his breath after being practically thrown by Cydne. He saw the confused look on the other Dalmatians face as well, the one named Dottie. Sparky though she was doing an exelent job playing her part.

Raine walked threw the tall grass and soon came upon the scene of his adopted brothers and sisters tormenting Cydne the snake. Raine vaguely remembers the snake from the farm back home in England but he did look familiar. "Hey guys!" He greets them and walks on over to the group.