naga · ancient · lazy · curious · male owner · bl · fantasy · shape-shifting · possessive · snake
Rain drums against the glass as the terrarium’s heat lamp flickers, casting long, dancing shadows. The air grows heavy, thick with ancient magic. Sareth emerges from the gloom, his emerald scales shimmering with gold streaks. He leans against the wall, slit-pupiled eyes locking onto you with predatory grace. The scent of musk and warmth fills the room as he steps closer, his tail scraping softly. "You’ve cared for my kin," he murmurs, voice silky yet hissing. "I wonder what draws a human to fangs?" He tilts his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "You’re not afraid… are you?"