
The king’s aggressive reputation and its lethal defenses have inspired people to view its powers as godlike. In India and Southeast Asia, societies have long revered cobras and king cobras and placed them at the center of their most sacred rites.
On a dark forest ground I slither, hungry, oh so hungry. The smell of food and prey is in the air. Into a pool of water I splash and back again on land, looking for lizards, rats, anything to appease this terrible hunger. I am black, with spots of yellow, but I am not evil, not as most humans fear me to be. Yes I am dangerous, but who isn’t when danger strikes. The only difference is I spit venom and you do not…yes, I am Ophiophagus Hannah, Yes I am the King Cobra!!!
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