Cleyra bit her lip as she wandered down the path. Sure, it was an animal trail, but at least it was something. Still, the forest was quiet. Too quiet.

The elf stopped and looked around. Something was terribly off, she just knew it. Maybe she should have hired a body guard like her parents had wanted her to...

Should of, could of, would of... her mind echoed. Oh, Tsliar dammit! She just had to prove she was a big girl and could take care of herself and go off alone, didn't she!?

Just as her internal rant started she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Once she turned to face it she found herself waist deep in coils.

A startled gasp parted her lips as she fully understood what had her. Before she could even scream she felt a finger touch her lips. Her eyes followed it up to the naga that ensnared her.

"Shh... I've been tracking you a ways, little one. I've caught you now." The naga smirked and removed his finger.

Cleyra's eyes widened as his words sunk in. Sweet merciful Tsliar, she was in trouble.

"And I don't think I'm going to let you go, my little bird," he continued. The naga gently cupped her chin and tilted her head toward his.

Cleyra's eyes widened as she stared at the naga that ensnared her. Oh, Tsliar, she was in trouble! Weren't nagas known to eat other beings? Her breath caught as she managed to convince her free arm to grasp his.

"Please," she murmured, her voice dazed.

The naga looked slightly surprised before smirking. "Still can move under my hypnosis... you're an interesting one, little bird."

"Cleyra," the elf murmured. "Cleyra, not.. little bird."


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Cleyra and this naga are © J. Redman

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