Isabella, Cutter of the Villa

Oh, how I, Isabella, love the scent of the Earth. Whenever I detect the smell, my mind takes me back to a place far far away. A place of sand and rocks and little rain, a landscape similar to the surface of the moon. Unlike the moon, however, the place of my memories is scattered with Creosote plants which expel their earthy petrichor scent after the rain. While I dream of my desert home, I hear a familiar sound. Krotalias’ rattle is alerting me that a stranger is near. I miss the desert, but I do love my new home, and I certainly do not want anyone to disturb its peace. This beautiful place, called the Villa, is surrounded by marshes, kind of like a castle with a moat. Beyond the marshes lies the ocean, with its pristine white and sandy beaches.

I am on patrol in the marshes today, trying to detect intruders who want to cause harm to the occupants of our peaceful home. Krotalias seems to be getting more and more excited. Her rattle hasn’t stopped making its unnerving sound. I decide to place her on my head, and she coils right into my nest of green, grasslike hair. Then I lower myself into the marsh, blending in with the reeds. Only the top of my head is visible now. I giggle to myself thinking of all the intruders I have scared away with this fool-proof method, for nobody will touch a rattler floating on a nest of seagrass.

Before my descent into the cooling waters, I spy the intruder. It’s a warrior from an opposing territory. I recognize him by the color of his coat. He shall not be allowed to enter our Villa! However, he ignores Krotalias’ rattling and has made it onto the wooden bridge which spans the distance between the ocean and the Villa. This warrior leaves me no choice, I will have to draw my sword and cut. I know that your mind now takes you to a place of blood and gore…

But, my work is not the one of a slayer. My job is to sever the ropes that keep the floating bridge in place, causing the intruder to be thrust into the marsh. This time, as many times before, my action as “Cutter of the Villa“ worked as planned. The warrior was thrown over my head into the marsh screaming for help. After rushing over to the drowning warrior, Krotalias finished the job by using her deadly venom. It happened so fast, the warrior barely felt a thing. Together, we were able to eliminate the threat. We were both born in the Southwestern desert, yet we found our destiny as defenders of the South.

Entered by: 0xF759…02ba and preserved on chain (see transaction)