He could barely stand on his feet, still unused to the sudden change.
All the time hissing, he moved; the whole room spun with him, he saw all the colors possible which made his eyes hurt. He winked, thinking he might as well be dead, seeing all the blood, though older, and sensing it in the air.
Where was the calm coldness of the lair, which used to be there?
Clear water. Where was all of it?
...And what was it with him?
He twitched and looked around him desperately, hissing again uncontrollably.
Then he realized the... different feeling.
,,Free..." he got out, surprised of his own voice which he didn´t hear in a while. ,, ...Am I free?
He´ss dead?"
He opened eyes more widely, finally seeing all of the room – stones, water and statues. His home.
All of a sudden – with loudness that frightened himself – he bursted into laughter, not even sure, what at.
He got up, his knees still a bit shaky but finally obeying him, and straightened. Sight still blurry at times, but sharp enough to make out the snake figures of stone around him; ones that looked like his parents.
It was time to move and use head for something other than hunting and parseltongue.
Scheming.