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The ambiance shifted from an air of discomfort to an atmosphere of pause. A long pause, one that seemed to stretch for minutes, maybe hours, but in truth was no longer than some seconds, born witness to by those who were outside the edge of the jungle itself, of which was made up by Atlas, Darius, Sukaina, and Mark, only one other member of whom had withdrawn to the other side of the plane, deeper yet. Unsurprisingly, the dark smoke of the plane's idly burning hulk made things more difficult, as tame as the fire was; content to burn that which it did not consider its own, but in any circumstance, it made vision obscured to those who were no more than a hundred feet away upon the beach.

The sort of scenario where one could have willed it a trick of the eye, an illusion. It would have been easy, too, to disbelieve it then - the figure that was, somewhere between snake and woman. The sound was... what made that impossible. It wasn't human, to say the least, not until it presented a question, accusatory to the people who set eyes upon it.

[i]"What?"[/i]

That was this moment, that long pause.

"Is that... a snake-woman?" Darius asked to those nearest, sincere enough in his confusion that he wasn't even sure [i]what[/i] he was looking at. Sukaina however, found herself frozen to the point of not breathing, not so much a gasp escaping her lips as she stood where she was almost like a statue.

"Yeah," Mark started in the same pattern before, "Yeah, that [i]is[/i] a snake-woman."

Rising back to his full height, his green eyes kept to Darius who was actively disbelieving.