Meet Blaze, or as he prefers to be called, Bslas. He is a coral snake and has the dubious distinction of having the second most powerful venom known, coming in only slightly behind the Black Mamba. His venom is slow-acting but deadly. In a few hours' time, the neurotoxins released by his bite can totally paralyze a victim's breathing muscles. I would strongly suggest wearing a strong material (such as leather) if you plan on visiting me unannounced, as his short fangs make it difficult for him to bite through tough fabric. Not that you really need to worry overly much; like most of his kind Blaze is a rather skittish creature, and will only attack when provoked. Comforting, right?!
Blaze is a good ol' southern snake that happened to wander a bit too far north and ended up with me in Kentucky. He has relatives in Texas, Louisiana, and even Oklahoma. His people have a gypsy soul and aren't too picky when it comes to habitats, either. Anything from desert-scrub, woodlands, grasses, to farms can be called 'home'. I think that's one thing that drew us together; I like exploring new places, too.
Another thing that really drew me to Blaze was his penchant for subterfuge. His kind has the uncanny knack of looking eerily similar to other non-poisonous snakes like some kingsnakes and milk snakes. Additionally, while Blaze himself is banded, not all coral snakes are. So basically, they are like the ninjas of the snake world. This description of mine provides Blaze with much amusement; it is one of the few things that can actually make him snicker (hiss actually) with amusement.
For such a dangerous creature, Blaze is also deceptively small. Coral snakes are only between 18-20 inches long and Blaze is no exception. I like that about him; it reminds me of myself. Small and seemingly unthreatening until you make the mistake of messing with us. He keeps this part of himself well hidden until it's needed; another quality we share. If snakes had Houses, he would definitely be a Slytherin!
I am pretty sure he likes me well enough; though with Blaze sometimes it's rather hard to tell. He is a reticent teacher and has been known to slither away when I get too chatty or inquisitive. He did, however, grudgingly admit that the fact that I am taking the time to master Parsletongue (poorly, in his opinion) was rather admirable. That's not to say he won't talk, of course. It's just on his terms. His dialect seems very similar to what I am learning, so that's a definite plus. We understand each other-even when he is pretending he can't understand what I'm saying. Silly, Blaze!
Two words I would use to describe him are
skini (skinny) and
kaslifasl (colorful). Like many of his kind, he is pencil-thin; which only adds to the illusion of 'look at me how delicate and harmless I am"! His vibrant banding is his main source of pride and joy; he actually preens when I mention it. Lastly, if you're wondering why I named him Blaze, it is because of his coloring. It reminds me of fire, specifically a volcano eruption.