...could not even move her limbs, and she struggled wildly.
"Put me down!" she cried out as she felt whatever it was touching her move along her cheek. It felt scaly, and she wondered if it was a tongue or tail. She looked up to see what was holding her arms and in the almost-darkness, it looked as if there were snakes wrapped around them. The light of the waxing gibbous moon shone on them, confirming what she had thought were scales. But if these were snakes, they were rather big. And just how many were there? Was she supposed to be a meal? The snake that had been moving along her cheek stroked her lower lip in an almost reverent manner.
"Someone help! Aang! Sok--!" she cried out, trying to shake her head free of the snake that was slithering along her face. As her mouth opened to yell, it plunged in, cutting her off roughly. Her eyes widened and she bit down on it as hard as she could. It seemed to not notice, and its flesh seemed to not give under her teeth. Her tongue rubbed against the snake involuntarily, and she realized that it had no head to speak of. There did not seem to be a mouth or eyes, and it wiggled around in her mouth. She tried to expel it, but to no avail. She could feel scales against her tongue, a...