Prey?

Through the hot sands your feet carried you. Nothing but you and the desert. Stillness expect for the occasional burst of wind. No life. At least none you saw.

The eyes on you were constant. Not that you were aware. He was pursuing you slowly across the dunes. Cloaked from your senses with a combination of serpent magicks and hunting techniques. Dread ancient magicks, predating even gods. Your divine companion would be at a loss to explain it.

Every night you allowed yourself respite. It was chilly but your new body barely felt it. Winds got stronger, nipping at your bare flesh. Almost hostile to your presence. If the wind had any kind of intent. Given what you had experienced that was not far a stretch.

Every day you marched hard. Feet were growing tired after days of this. Maybe this sojourn was a mistake. Perhaps there was no lamias. It was possible there was nothing out here. The lamias, a rambling yarn from sun poisoned nomads. That was right about the time you were attacked by one.

It came without warning. Outflanked in seconds the lamia had coiled around you. Barely any time to react before he had you trapped. Face to face with what you dismissed as myth just seconds before. Narrow pupils locked on yours. Fangs, dripping with venom, bared in a clear threat.