the Lurking Virons

For the 2012 Creature Cabal
Few brave souls have ever survived a night in the infamous Evirdkarp forests. Fewer still have made it out alive. He who has tells stories of giant, red serpents, fiery as the sun. They hunt at night, when they see best for they have no eyes. In packs of four or more, they circle their unwary prey, watching, waiting.
Only a matter of minutes and the thousand cries of agony later, they are once again lurking, scavenging and hunting for whatever they can eat.

Of course, three days after, the survivors are normally flooded with nightmares and put some hemlock in their mouths to end their suffering. But does insanity disqualify insecurity? There must be some reason why no one comes out alive... or the same.

Rendered in Blender 2.63, edited in Photoshop