Seperate Ways (Part 3)It was growing dark. Sophie hated the dark. Monsters lurked in the dark.
The little girl huddled underneath the tree, her clothes still soaked. The wetness of her clothes made the night seem colder. She shivered and sobbed. She wanted to go home.
Not home to the baobab tree. She had vowed never to go back there. But she remember the life she had before she met Erik. With her Aunt Tilly and Uncle Ester…
They had lived outside the jungle, in the human town. Her aunt and uncle had said that her parents had disappeared long ago when she was four, and no one knew where they went, or if they were still alive. They had taken her in and raised her in their shop, selling wool, fur, and jewelry. Aunt Tilly said their village was built around a trading post. All kinds of creatures came and went in the village. Centaurs, driders, satyrs, harpies…mostly anthros and humans, though.
One night, the shop was being robbed, and the thieves had taken her hostage so the couple wouldn’t
Why we call it a Storage StomachSophie was bored. In fact, she was beyond bored. In the humid mid-day in the swamp, while Erik was napping under a beam of sunshine through the treetops, Sophie was pitifully, dreadfully bored. There wasn’t much to do while her friend was asleep. He didn’t like her leaving the baobab tree, for fear that she would get lost or something. So she was stuck in the hallow to the large tree, with nothing to do.
She had already searched out every nook and crane of the tree, all the secret cracks in the wall, all the underground tunnels made by the roots, every rock already overturned. There was nothing new to do. And she hated it.
Being only a child, Sophie was very lively and playful and fidgety. She couldn’t sit still for more than ten minutes if she could help it. And if she was sitting, she had to be doing something, whether it be yanking up grass or pacing around or humming and swaying to a tune.
She peeked out at Erik every two minutes, to see if he had woken up. He was
The Lullaby"Your hair is really soft." Sophie said from her spot upon his back.
Erik didn't respond. The naga simply continued to lay there, resting his head on his arms which were crossed in front of him.
The air was humid and warm outside, but in the boabab tree, it was a little cooler. Especially for Erik, who was laying on the cool dirt. He was resting, not doing much of anything except listening to his little human talk while she played with his long hair.
"How do you keep it so soft, Erik? I've never seen you take a bath before." she added, rubbing a handful to her face. He barely felt it. She couldn't tell if he was sleeping or not, so she talked anyway, just in case.
"My Aunt Tilly used to tell me how soft my hair was when I was a baby and complain how stringy it is now. I never noticed. I like my hair, even when it's dirty and tangled."
She paused and looked to the entrance of the tree. The light outside was dimming. Soon it would be nightfall and it would be pitch black. She frowned and
Seperate Ways (Part 1)Erik smiled gently down at the tiny girl cuddling into his palm. She looked so cute, being so small. He knew he was more than capable of crushing her with his pinky. The idea of being so powerful made him feel like a god. He was the largest, strongest naga in the land, he had no competition for the best foods and the biggest tracts of land. His strength came from hill-sized muscles and his monumental size. He could take her life away with one careless move.
The huge naga tenderly rubbed her back, his finger pad completely covering her minuscule form. His eyes wandered from his thick, sinewy hand up to his mighty forearm. He lifted it up and laid his great arm against her back. He flexed it a few times, her body moving with the rise and fall of his rippling muscles. Why did he feel so affectionate for something so small? Sophie was only as big as his fingertip. Smaller than most humans he had eaten as a mere bite-sized snack. Yet, he hadn't made a meal out of her?
He rolled onto his sto
Seperate Ways (Part 2)At first, it wasn’t so bad. Sophie had found a nice, pointy stick, and used it as a weapon against anything she came across. The jungle’s swamp was full of all kinds of nasty creatures. Frogs and bugs mostly. Many of the bigger animals left her alone, since she seemed to be too tiny to make a meal out of.
This, unfortunately, made her feel bolder. She strode along, waving her stick, even challenging some things in battle. And that was how she got the attention of Noah.
Noah was taking a nap after just eating two large cranes. His bellies were nice and full, and he was taking a nap on a warm rock, sunbathing himself. He was a smaller naga than Erik, but still large compared to Sophie. She was about as big as his thumb.
The child was prancing around, playing pretend warrior princess, when she ran smack into his mud-colored tail. She scowled and jabbed it with her stick. “Who dares attack Sophie, the warrior princess of the jungle?” she snapped. At first, she thoug