Rose: The tree seemed like it would a safe place to observe the snake, but you had been neglecting to keep an eye on your surroundings, there was another screech from the pterosaur, and then you would feel a pair of hands upon your shoulders, you can clearly see the bright red painted nails of a woman behind you, seeming to restrain you, your bow falls to the floor as the face of a beutifull women rests upon your shoulders. The woman smiled, only she wasn't a women and you notice too late the coils around your legs, waist and arms completly restraining you.