The bagged Lilim was growling, hissing, and screaming as she was jostled in the bag. She twisted, trying to get to the bag’s edge, but each time she found a sharp point. Another human voice. How many humans was she going to feed? She let out another vicious hiss,<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(65, 168, 95)">“I taste bad! Let me go! Keep your eggs!”</span></i><br/><br/>But she caught wind of the new human’s words.<i>What’s he playing at? Is he going to eat me by himself? </i>She started another low, threatening growl until she heard his quick assurances that he<i>wasn’t</i>going to eat her.<i>That’s exactly what I would tell a hen, if hens could understand me. Make it nice and easy to eat them up.</i>She twisted and coiled carefully, her claws trying to find a bare spot to cut through the cloth and avoid the... nails. Pinpricks of light started to shine through the cloth as the human removed the nails, one by one. The human was taking out the nails too? This was all very unusual.<br/><br/>Suspicious and confused, she coiled tightly on herself at the bottom of the bag, gently mouthing her injuries to comfort herself as she waited for the bag to open. Maybe she was foolish to believe a human, but this human was strange. She wanted to hear what he would say. She could always bite him. Biting was very much an option. Then she could escape, if he proved to be intent on eating her.<br/><br/>Speaking of eating, she noticed most of the nest she invaded was still in the bag with her. Her stomach growled. She carefully rolled an egg closer  and busied herself with swallowing it. As far as last meals went, she figured, one last hurrah of eggs wasn’t so bad.