Chapter 11

Drax took it all in, it was just now he noticed how much sharper his eyes sight became, things moving caught his attention a lot more than before, sounds were different to him too. He could feel vibrations, even as people talked he felt it resonate through his scales. When he was on the ground, the footsteps and heartbeats of those around him became known. He wondered, is this what his father felt every single day? "You're quite, are you that hungry?"

He snapped out of his daze. "Just thinking… dad… you do a lot of amazing things like this, how do you keep it all together? I mean… I am feeling things I never felt before. The sights, sounds even the smells and tastes of stuff. How do you filter out what you want to focus on and what you don't?"

His father snickered. "I have a hard enough time trying to do that. Sometimes I just let it be, I mean if I try to ignore one sense, that very thing could be what is trying warn me about something. It's best to keep it all in check, but after a while, you're able to filter through what's needed and what isn't."

"Oh… did that take you a long time?"

"Not really, you learn quickly to what you want to sense and what you don't. You're not helping yourself here by keeping coiled around me."

Drax laughed as he decided to get down off his father's shoulders. When he hit the ground, he felt overwhelmed in a sense. Every footstep, heartbeat echoed through the ground and across his body. His whole body shook with the bombardment! "Take it easy, deep breaths, focus on what you want to focus on. This is nothing since you will feel it all the time."

Drax nodded as he tried to keep up, yet everything felt startling to him.

As he slithered along, he kept looking between himself and his father. He was nowhere near his size or power. Drax was lucky to be twelve feet long from head to tail, his body was as thick as his father's arm. Yet his dad was large, nearing forty feet to say the least, he weighs over a ton and yet he was thick enough he could probably flatten a car of he went on top of one! He looked at him with amazement, he always was in awe of his father.

They returned to City F just for a small trip down memory lane, as Drax took everything in, he noticed people were staring at him oddly. "Dad…" he whispered.

"You get use to it, but a lot of people don't know you're mine, let alone that there is a way of turning people into half monsters without monster cells." He whispered. Suddenly, his father paused. His tongue whisked through the air. "I got something." He announced.

Drax followed as he tried to taste the air himself. His forked tongue lashed out, but he couldn't tell what was what with so many people around. "Come on, before it gets away!" next thing he knew he was slithering after his father, as fast as he could. They went down the street, took a sharp left and a sharper right. From there, Drax began to pick up on the smell. A powerful stench to say the least, yet, it also smelt appetizing for him.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Your lunch. Go get it, it's in the alley."

Drax began to slither in, he kept low to the ground as he found a goblin like creature rummaging. Drax was licking his lips as he got closer. The creature however caught wind of him. It turned rather fast and jumped into the air! Drax was able to just avoid it, but felt a hard scratch come over his body. "OW!" he growled.

The monster grin. The wound began to sting; he turned and saw he bled just slightly. Drax growled and went at it again. Despite how portly this thing was, it moved fast, it appeared to merely be teasing him as it jumped side to side effortlessly and cackling as it did. However, as they reached to the open end of the alleyway, he creature backed up. Only to be blocked in by Snek.

It trembled.

In the distraction, Drax lunged as he coiled around the creature and slowly suffocated it. As he did, his father coached him. "When it exhales, that's when you tighten your grip. Don't wait for it to try and inhale."

Drax listened as he waited for the beast to expel its breath. It took a lot less time than before, five minutes and the monster was dead. From there, Drax ate well, but wasn't as satisfied as he was. "I need another." He said.

His father rolled his eyes. "Okay, let's find another. Can you move?"

Drax slithered a little, but he was a lot slower than before. His father made certain not to go too fast for him. "Dad, what was that thing?"

"Monster, probably called goblins around here. They go around and eat the people's pets. Cats, dogs, you name it. If they get lucky, they eat children too."

Drax froze to the news. "Goblins are real?"

"More or less. They are few and far between to say the least, but you eat them, they don't tend to come back, even if one is taken out. They are tough bastards to begin with, but are cowards to say the least. One of them dies, they won't take that risk again." They continued to move along, City F was quiet to say the least except for the goblin. Drax kept checking over himself, the scratch he got earlier already healed over, by midday, with all the slithering they did, he nearly digested the monster already. Even his father was surprised. "You got a fast metabolism."

Drax smirked. "Maybe I'm just growing."

"Yeah, that's true, it won't be long until you become a teenager and eat Garou out of house and home… then again I doubt you could out eat him or his family."

They laughed but continued on. For a change of pace, they went to city Q of all places. It was known for its high monster rate, but to be safe than sorry, Drax found his father taking him to Watchdog Man's square. The S Class hero sits and watches his city with great vigilance. The people paused and stared as Snek approached. "Watchdog!" he called.

The S Class hero peered down. "Snek…" he said in a very monotone voice.

"I was wondering if we might have your permission to scope out the city and possibly hunt?"

"Dad… why are you asking?" Drax whispered.

Watchdog man looked about, before scratching behind his left ear with his foot. "Go ahead, but don't make a habit of it. I don't like snakes."

"Fair enough." With Drax followed his father into the city, yet was still confused.

"Why did you ask for permission dad?"

His father laughed. "Watchdog man lives up to his name, he act more like a dog when it comes to the city. He's very vigilant and protects it as if he were a dog protecting his home. It's only fair to ask, besides, we don't want any mix-ups now do we? We introduced ourselves so he knows we are of no threat to him or his city." His father than began to rub his hands in anticipation. "I'm already picking up on some small fries here… You're going to eat well!"