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At turns passionate and melancholy, jubilant and sullen, the creature who calls herself Nemesis is the last of her kind, a drakaenae descended from Echidna herself. In despair after the massacre of her people, Nemesis slithered into an old and forgotten temple and there fell into a dreamless sleep. More than a thousand years passed, the temple slowly sinking as jungle gave way to swamp. And then a young woman screamed in pain and terror and it roused Nemesis from her deep hibernation. It pierced her heart, clawed into her soul. She felt the raw emotions like they were her own - the helplessness and horror, the impotent fury... Her senses were somehow tied to this unknown girl's. But Nemesis wasn't helpless. She could find the girl and help her. She could find whoever was hurting her, however many there were... And tear them apart.

Its a little melodramatic, I know, but fun.

I thought my snake-woman deserved some more attention so I gave her a portrait. I also spent a lot of time deciding which name to use. Nemesis is not the one her mother gave her, but one she chose for herself. She was an artist, sent to live with the nymphs and study painting, scultpure, music, and poetry. Then war came. The nymphs, the drakaenae, every demihuman tribe were assaulted and slaughtered, the survivors enslaved or scattered by a mad, hate-filled warrior king and his armies. The gentle drakaenae artist became a battle-hardened warrior called "Nemesis."

Description
At turns passionate and melancholy, jubilant and sullen, the creature who calls herself Nemesis is the last of her kind, a drakaenae descended from Echidna herself. In despair after the massacre of her people, Nemesis slithered into an old and forgotten temple and there fell into a dreamless sleep. More than a thousand years passed, the temple slowly sinking as jungle gave way to swamp. And then a young woman screamed in pain and terror and it roused Nemesis from her deep hibernation. It pierced her heart, clawed into her soul. She felt the raw emotions like they were her own - the helplessness and horror, the impotent fury... Her senses were somehow tied to this unknown girl's. But Nemesis wasn't helpless. She could find the girl and help her. She could find whoever was hurting her, however many there were... And tear them apart.

Its a little melodramatic, I know, but fun.

I thought my snake-woman deserved some more attention so I gave her a portrait. I also spent a lot of time deciding which name to use. Nemesis is not the one her mother gave her, but one she chose for herself. She was an artist, sent to live with the nymphs and study painting, scultpure, music, and poetry. Then war came. The nymphs, the drakaenae, every demihuman tribe were assaulted and slaughtered, the survivors enslaved or scattered by a mad, hate-filled warrior king and his armies. The gentle drakaenae artist became a battle-hardened warrior called "Nemesis."