RPS: Set me free

"Dammit, let me out of here!" A giant black cobra growled angrily as he tackled the solid walls of a cage, which was actually a carrier being pulled along by a truck. Actually, the truck was pulling two carriers, one smaller than the one that held the thrashing 40ft long cobra. In the other carrier was a more submissive hedgegarter, who could only listen to his friend in concern, keeping his 13ft long body coiled up against a corner. The snakes were Dante and Ceryl, captured by some immortal hunters who were asked to try their luck with bringing the two snakes back to the museum in the neighboring city.

The truck traveled along a highway, not concerned with Dante's thrashing, since his carrier was made of thick steel and some padding on the inside so he couldn't hurt himself, but that didn't deter Dante from trying to break the doors open. The doors of course were locked pretty tightly though, so the most they did was shudder from the tackling... Once the truck arrived at its destination, the hunters got out to get the caretaker of the museum, while Dante sat panting, his body mildly sore from thrashing around so much. Only two small vent-like openings offered any light in the cage, but now that he felt movement cease, he figured the truck had stopped, and so moved to one of the vents, flickering his tongue to catch any scents. "Please tell me someone other than those damn hunters are out there..." He moved over to the adjacent vent and flickered his forked tongue frantically.

Worrying if the hunters would come back any minute, he blinked when he caught the scent of someone different. Anyone other than the hunters was a chance to get him out of there, and hoped the one he smelled would come closer, peering out through the vent. He kept his tongue going as he almost eagerly saw the person indeed wandering closer...