Tangled Serpents

Black vines snake through the dark behind the glowing screen. Sss... rubbery, thick, coiled tight. I stalk closer, pressing clawed pads against the ribbed matte skin of a heavy power cable. Inert. It does not strike back. I hook two claws beneath its curve, hauling upward until the tension shivers. A snap of static prickles my fingertips. Good. I wedge myself between the thick bundle and the metal stand, claiming this shadow-nest as my watchtower.