Jera was a vision like this, eyes bright and shining, skin glistening in the dying light of the low fire. Ursalo ran his hand down the elf's back and was amused to find it slightly damp, just as it had been last night. So very few demons had the ability to sweat and Ursalo had never bedded any of them. That elves sweat, and frequently from both heat and exertion, was a source of fascination to the snake.<br/><br/>Ursalo smiled as Jera spoke, though it turned somewhat sad at his question.<br/><br/>"You will likely die," Ursalo murmured apologetically. His fang like teeth were not mere decoration, each one was capable of producing venom, along with all his snakes but one, "I will tell you a secret though...."<br/><br/>One of the snakes uncoiled himself from Jera's limbs. This one was decidedly different from the others as the eyes had more green then gold, and its little tongue was a true black rather than the blue of its brothers. It bumped its nose gently against Jera's cheek in a soft kiss.<br/><br/>"That is Artes," Ursalo introduced, "and he produces antivenom."<br/><br/>It had been a blessing from Minas at Ranuk's beseeching. To have a snake son without antivenom readily available was pure folly. Still, it was better to err on the side of caution. Antivenom did not reverse the damage of venom, only halted its affects. The harm would still be done, and he would rather not hurt the elf if it could be avoided.<br/><br/>Still, a kiss was so enticing.