Cyanide

Size: 7'8" (human half) 30" (tail)

It's hard to be raised in the desert by yourself. No matter how much a cold blooded creature can enjoy the heat, there's a certain demand that goes amiss when all there is to look at and feel is sand and rock.

Esna was bored. Unbelievably, undeniably bored in the lonely Sahara. She would catch the occasional prey, torture a passer by, but there was a lack of excitement that came with doing such things to a satisfactory level. She desperately continued her antics, growing more and more frustrated with the lack of pleasure she received from doing the things she should have loved, until eventually stumbling headlong into a strange, unfamiliar place. The Nexus.

Being in a new environment doesn't necessarily suggest that there would be any changes in habits. Still accustomed to keeping to herself, Esna minds her own business until someone comes into her territory. Such an offense means that now the aforementioned intruder becomes part of her business. What she does from there is only based on the intruder themselves.

When she's not hunting, which she'll only do during some sort of rare feeding frenzy, she's usually huddled up beneath her own coils, watching people through the spaces between the patterns of black and white diamonds. Her hair is long and red, seeming to bloom out of a desert rose when she finally does emerge. Light blue eyes watch, waiting to be amused, her face a neutral, passive blank until such an event takes place.

(WIP)