07-08-2014, 08:49 PM
Sora's gaze was blank. The idea of seeing this flaccid pile of human flesh anywhere near a bedroom in the sense that humans meant made her want to return her last meal to the dirt, and it was over a week old. 'Humans'. They arrived at the temple having lost the three escorts along the avenue. The human was controllable for now and they would not insult her by following them into the temple as though she were new to the cloak. She waved him forward to follow her into the building.
“Ssora.”
She glanced his way before she turned down a hallway of polished grey stone.
“My name is Ssora.”
He might tell his own name, but she would not be offended if not. Maybe after he learned a little trust he would be more willing to converse.
She led him down a hallway past works of art which spanned from Ages past to contemporary greats. The sound of Naga's sibilant speech began to increase and Sora dropped back to the human's side.
“You fear ssnakess. Trusst me and all will be well.”
Up ahead the hallway opened into a large foyer which stood before the main training hall. Sora knew that there would be one of the Gathering Masters standing outside of the doors to prevent the ever-curious younger trainees from viewing the bouts which determined if one was ready to gain the title Gatherer. Whether the Gathering Master was in human form was left to chance and Sora knew this human would NOT like that surprise despite it being the only way to the Door Chamber.
Just as they emerged into the foyer, Sora grabbed the human, pinning his arms to his sides and pushed him across the foyer. The Gathering Master watched them impassively, his cobras hood extended and standing sentinel over a coiled mass of black and red scales. Lithos was a kind enough Naga, but his 15 feet of bulky girth intimidated the younger Naga without effort. Sora did not wish to see what this unstable human might do if allowed to linger in the Master's presence.
Edited by Sora Ryuu, Jul 8 2014, 09:04 PM.
“Ssora.”
She glanced his way before she turned down a hallway of polished grey stone.
“My name is Ssora.”
He might tell his own name, but she would not be offended if not. Maybe after he learned a little trust he would be more willing to converse.
She led him down a hallway past works of art which spanned from Ages past to contemporary greats. The sound of Naga's sibilant speech began to increase and Sora dropped back to the human's side.
“You fear ssnakess. Trusst me and all will be well.”
Up ahead the hallway opened into a large foyer which stood before the main training hall. Sora knew that there would be one of the Gathering Masters standing outside of the doors to prevent the ever-curious younger trainees from viewing the bouts which determined if one was ready to gain the title Gatherer. Whether the Gathering Master was in human form was left to chance and Sora knew this human would NOT like that surprise despite it being the only way to the Door Chamber.
Just as they emerged into the foyer, Sora grabbed the human, pinning his arms to his sides and pushed him across the foyer. The Gathering Master watched them impassively, his cobras hood extended and standing sentinel over a coiled mass of black and red scales. Lithos was a kind enough Naga, but his 15 feet of bulky girth intimidated the younger Naga without effort. Sora did not wish to see what this unstable human might do if allowed to linger in the Master's presence.
Edited by Sora Ryuu, Jul 8 2014, 09:04 PM.