Answer:
I have a tail. I can fly. I'm covered in colorful feathers. I can whistle and I can talk
Known as a great deceiver, It is evil's incarnation, Once used for veneration, The root of all procreation. All you can do is shiver, When it begins to slither.
To you, rude would I never be, Though I flag my tongue for all to see.
Even if my life is taken eight still remain.
I'm carried by mad animals. What am I?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?