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08-08-2012, 12:20 AM
In the shadow of a large, sandy colored rock laid a curled snake. A rattle on the end of its tail shook menacingly, and two, large fangs that were dripping venom curled from its pointed, scaled head. In its grasp was a young arctic fox pup, obviously afraid. Two other sets of prints, its family, had fled the scene.
When the snake spied the pegasus approaching, she hissed in irritation, though a strange, ancient glint hinted in her eyes. The expression was ethereal, from another, older time. She seemed to not fit in her scaled form, though her dripping fangs spoke otherwise.
"Pretty pegasus. I will release this creature to you if you win this little game with me..." she purred, curling tightly around the whimpering pup.
"Give me food, and I will live; Give me water, and I will die. What am I?"
