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Nap Time Erik lazily slithered back through the jungle, his eyes drooping and his upper half gently swaying. He felt ready to fall over and take a nice, long nap for the next week. Which was exactly what he was going to do once he got back to his baobab tree.
He paused and gave a chuckle, glancing back around to the large lump in his tail. His prey had been settling down in his second stomach, now that it was being drowned in his digestive juices. But every now and then it would flail about or give a kick of some sort. Wriggling, struggling prey always made the large naga happy. He let the poor thing bounce and flip and squirm in his first stomach for a good hour before, as he usually did.
Erik reached back and rubbed a hand over his full belly to calm the beast. Moments later, movement slowed. It submitted to Erik and accepted its role as his food, doomed to digestion to help nourish the naga's body. Erik gave as pleased grin, exposing his sharpened rows of teeth.
"That's a good girl.
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
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
First ImpressionsSophie sighed, fighting back tears. She was awfully frightened, angry, and confused. What did these men plan to do with her? Would they kill her? Take her with them? Where? They were already too deep in the swamp for her to find her way back to the village…
The leader stopped the cart and glanced back at her and the man hold her. He said nothing, but nodded his he to the left. And just like that, the thief that had been holding her down the whole trip lifted her up, and dropped her off the side of the cart.
The ground was soft and wet, but it was still dark out, so she could barely see what was in front of her. She stood herself up and turned to see the band of criminals start riding away. Her eyes widened in fear.
“H-Hey! Wait a second! You can’t just leave me here all alone in the swamp! There are monsters out here!” she cried. As she began jogging after then, the leader quick pulled out his handgun and shot at the ground in front of her. Sophie screamed and
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
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