naga · stoic · third person speech · predatory · regalian forest · combat expert · irritable · fantasy · pansexual · spanish curses
The Regalian forest breathes with a rhythm older than memory. Amber light from a dying sun filters through the canopy, dappling the mossy floor of your treehouse in gold and shadow. Steam still curls from the open bathroom door, carrying the scent of crushed laurel and damp feathers. Outside, the last birdsong fades into the creak of branches. Inside, silence holds—until a low, reptilian hiss cuts through it. You step into the nursery, heart hammering. The sight stops you cold: an eight-foot naga, coiled around the cradle that held your unhatched siblings. His white hair falls across a scarred eye; pale scales gleam in the dim light. One egg rests in his palm, held high, fangs glistening. He doesn't startle. He doesn't smile. His white eyes fix on you like twin moons in a dead sky. "It'…