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 Posted: Sat May 18, 2024 8:24 pm
It was not every day that Alaric found an actual naga sleeping in one of his carved, wooden nests. Nor every day that he found a naga at all. Still young enough that the velvet had not quite rubbed off of his antlers, the buck tilted his head to the side, observing the sleeping other with quiet curiosity. He'd never seen anything like him before. And he was assuming him, here - he could be mistaken, but he got a definitively masculine energy off of the slumbering form. If he proved to be incorrect, he proved to be incorrect, but...
What did naga like to eat for breakfast? Besides elaphotaurs, of course. He decidedly did not want to be the other's meal. But... it seemed inhospitable not to offer his unexpected guest something for breakfast. Even though this was indeed quite an unusual sort of occasion for hosting. In all the songs and tales his parents had told him, he didn't think a naga had come up even once... except perhaps as a looming threat.
Which, really, this one didn't seem to be. At least while asleep, he seemed... peaceful. With an extraordinarily handsome face and strong body, he... well. Hmm. Those were rude thoughts. Alaric put them away immediately, feeling somewhat ashamed of himself. "Hello?" he said softly, trying not to alarm the stranger. "Would you like some breakfast?" The stranger had selected a plush, heated nest. A nest warmed by magical rocks blessed by the spirits of fire and sunshine. Undoubtedly a cozy place to take what seemed a much needed nap.
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Posted: Sat May 18, 2024 9:43 pm
And oh, what a mess that had been.
He'd tried, valiantly, to find his way out of the village, keeping to the shadows, terrifeid of being spotted and killed -- but it was no avail. Every turn he made seemed to send him in circles. Night had come quickly, and with it, a chill on the air that had slowed him down, and turned him sluggish. Exhaustion had crept into his very bones, and he'd feared having to bundle up in some wayward haystack to stay warm.
But by some miracle, he'd come across what looked like some sort of carpenters shop -- and outside, on display, were a few makeshift nests. The small shells came in various sizes, but one in particular glowed warm and welcoming. He couldn't resist, and immediately had been drawn to the little half-shell, curling up into a tight ball to warm up and rest.
Hissiphys hadn't meant to fall into such a deep slumber, the little nest was cozy and warm, and it soothed him from his fright and fear of being somewhere completely unknown. What had started off as a little nap turned into a deep slumber and, admittedly, some of the best sleep he'd had in some time.
So when a whispered voice broke through his dreams, and began to ask about breakfast, Hissiphys was confuesd... Blinking slowly, groggy, and confused, it took him a moment for the previous days misadventure to come slamming back into mind. This wasn't his den; this wasn't his home; and he didn't know who the pink-haired elaphotaur staring at him was...
He was caught.
Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.
His thick brows knit, and he immediately coiled tighter, as if he could disappear. Most taurs out there saw Naga as monsters, and while some of his kin were certainly all that, it wasn't true of Hissiphys. He was just a little snake, having only recently reached maturity, and with still a few years yet before he grew into his full length. After leaving his families nest, he'd found his own little den a days slither away... and he'd only recently begun to make it all his own.
Now he was who knew where....
"Breakfasssst?" He asked, his tongue sneaking out to taste the air. While he could smell through his nose, sometimes tasting the air helped. "I uh... um.... yessss?" He didn't sound sure himself, but he didn't want to be rude, or put the other out. "If it'sssss not a problem, of course. I'm sssssorry, I ... You know I'm a naga, right? I can leave if it'ssssss better for you."
Perhaps it sounded silly, but he knew that hooved ones weren't to be trusted. The hooved kind could easily stomp and strike down a naga, and often did according to the legends and lore he'd been told. It was better to avoid them all together and stick with his own kind. Something he clearly wasn't able to do when the island served him to the city willy-nilly.
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2024 1:23 pm
It suddenly occurred to Alaric that he didn't know what a naga ate for breakfast. Surely not Alaric's oatmeal or the young tender leaves that tasted so delightful to him. Perhaps... eggs? His parents kept chickens. He thought maybe that was the route to go. "What do you think about eggs? I don't have meat on hand - I can't eat meat, myself, but... perhaps eggs? My parents keep chickens. Mainly to trade their eggs."
A little, somewhat amused smile crossed his lips. "I had guessed you were a naga, yes. The tail is a bit unmistakable for anything else." There was something winsome and compelling about the other, however. He seemed somewhat lost and shy, and it made Alaric want to take care of him.
"If you like eggs, I can fetch some for you?" It gratified him that the stranger seemed to enjoy the nest he'd made. It had been his idea to sell the nests. He'd created this one, himself. Actually, all of them were his creation. He'd had a bit of help locating the magical heating stones, however, but he'd placed them there himself, too.
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