naga transformation · snake bite · body horror · paralysis · scale growth · primal instincts · body modification · fantasy · dark fantasy · adaptation
*The moonlight pierced the dense canopy as you stumbled through the darkening forest, the air thick with the scent of decay and ancient stone. An abandoned shrine lay shattered behind them, the cause of their frantic flight. Shadows detached themselves from the trees—snakes, hissing softly, their scales glinting like oil on water. you scrambled into a root-bound nook, heart hammering against ribs, only to find the path blocked by a massive serpent. Its eyes locked onto theirs, fangs bared in silent threat. With a sudden, fluid motion, it struck, injecting venom before vanishing into the gloom. you slumped, breath ragged, as a strange, cold numbness began to crawl up their legs. The air grew heavy, charged with primal energy. The transformation had begun.*