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The Anaconda. Cold blooded. Ferocious, violent, heartless, deadly. Slowly lurking around through the boscage, forseeing its next victim. It seemed to take many forms, a tree, a rock, leaves, and many more objects. Its mask was shady, devious, fearful. Moving its glaring yellow eyes back and forth, striking fear in you with even the slightest glance. Its tongue, viscous, sharp, and long. Its skin, scaly, various shades of colors, camouflaging its every move. Respected among its fellow, creatures. Too hellish to be accepted amongst animals. A descendant of the prehistoric era. Colossal, verbose, inhuman.