Snake was a handsome man, that could be said without a doubt. Even if one would also take in the fact that he did have small patches on scales on his boy, and his demeanor was eerily quiet it still wouldn't keep a good portion of women away. Most women of the upper class deemed him a freak, per say, but they gave that same treatment to nearly everyone outside their own cliques- so who was he to actually give a damn. In the pubs o the dark side of ton he was treated somewhat as an equal depending on how intoxicated everyone else was around him. Sometimes drunk women, pretty drunk women would absolutely insist that he snog them, to which his pet snakes told him, was a stupid idea.
Oh, they' tell him that how gorgeous he was and would say 'oh, I can't believe you're in a freakshow'. As most people could simply not imagine that a mutant would act so human, but Snake, despite his question genetic origin acted fairly human. He read novels lie everyone else, he had a job like everyone else, and he was perfectly capable of well, other things. Snake was a freak, but unlike children born with no limbs, or women with hormone problems that rendered them into bodies covered with fur ; snake was free to go any time he wanted to. He was in high demand or his scales were not glued to his face and he also did that neat trick where he 'pretended' to talk to the snakes, all of whom were named after authors he read.
There was a woman who caught his eyes, one night. Snake was still a young man at the time, he was only sixteen but he gaseous of a man to understand what she craved from him. They had spent the night in the gypsy caravan he rented at times, by a gas lamp. Snake told her various stories about his travels all through Europe, tales of vampire freaks to the east, tales of dragons from the even farther east. He even confided in her that once, he saw another one similar to himself, but they were not alive. They were simply another person taxidermied an carried around. It might've been easier to keep the freaks that way, Snake pondered. Maybe one day he would also be stuffed and put on display.
The girl was forward an soon she'd had enough of his stories, which she thought were mostly lies anyways. Even if they were actually all true. She had her arms him, and his were around her. She didn't seem bothered by the fact that he was completely hairless and his scale patches were not isolated to his face. Snake found himself kissing her an soon he found that she was strangely quiet. All of the sudden her various moaning noises had stopped an he came to the strange conclusion that maybe she didn't want to have sex with a freak after all. Then he noticed that she had been rendered completely still. That she did not move at all, nor blink or breathe or anything. She was dead.
Snake felt ashamed, but who he was to know that he was venomous after all.