....yeah she's a whopping 5'2 so she was tilting her head all the way back to look up at this man and kiiinndaaa meet his gaze-she was shaking, hands clasped together in front of her so they wouldn't tremble too badly and her cheeks were flushed from crying but-her bespectacled blue eyes still met his as she answered
"I-I....I didn't-I-I wasn't s-saying that to myself.....-"
So, I was looking at Ouija boards on WHATEVER, and it says it's recommended for players over the age of 8. ....SO LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT, You need to be 18 to smoke, 21 to drink-But 8 years old to SUMMON FUCKING SATAN!?))
"... Oh but yesss you were.. how dare you sssay that to yourssself?"
The Naga spoke clearly, his gaze sharpened towards hers ever slightly-He began to slowly lower himself down closer to her level-It was obvious he wanted to speak to her face to face-LITERALLY-And seriously. Was-Was the Naga being actually-Kind?...Whatever, the one thing that still MIGHT send a bit of chills threw her-Was the few glances of his teeth she'd get. His canine teeth were.. very.. fucking.. sharp... Every time he spoke, she could swear she felt herself tremble-Not from his voice itself, but just how much his voice could bring Fear itself into her. Even despite his gentle encounter, despite from being as kind as he possibly could to her-There'd still be fear whether He liked it or not.
".. You do not.. sssay sssuch thingsss.. about yourssself.. you are here for a reassson.. whether you know it or not.. you won't utter thossse wordsss about you again.. do you underssstand?"
"...I will take that asss you underssstand..(I ssswear i'm going to get real sssick of doing thisss TvT), Tell me.. deary.. what isss your name?"
He asked, finally eye-level with her, his finger started to trail slowly across her cheek.. she could feel him already scrapping and slightly cutting her cheek-But it wasn't enough to draw blood.. enough to make it feel raw-But not enough for blood. Regardless if he was or not-He held his finger slightly off to the side as he reached her chin-There was a little bit of her skin juuust on the tip of his nail-(which mind you, was QUITE sharp considering he was able to cut her cheek-), but eh-Hey. It literally wasn't even much-It was just a slight bit, think a hangnail amount- T/T
(I'VE ALREADY COMMITEDDDDD-)
"...Penny...An extraordinary name for sssomeone like you.. Let's sssee-"
His hands then suddenly clenched her shoulders, his eyes starting to slowly trail down her "frail" body. His thumbs were rubbing the top of her shoulders-Obviously, he wasn't trying to scare her-Bbbbuuuut he wasn't doing that much of a good Job. Though, She could hear what he was muttering under his breaths-Seems like he's gotten a set mind..or, perhaps he was really just naming things he found intresting about her?
"Thin waissst.. blonde hair like the onesss at the village.. sssoft ssskin.. that'll be ussseful for later.. Even able to handle a good fright.. hope thisss one doesssn't run away.. -sigh-.. Lisssten to me ramble on.. ssshe'll jussst hear me.. I bet ssshe already hasss..-"
"... -ahem-.. Pardon me.. I tend to overthink on thingsss sometimesss.. Erm.. sssorry for the touching.. I normally tend to talk thingsss threw when I have visssitors..-"
..Huh, that's-A surprise.. He took his hands back from her-His glance shifted from where his hands where, back to her own. He honestly didn't.. actually seem all that bad-I mean he hasn't done anything other than a slight cut against her cheek. His tone from earlier had shifted from the, "Oh so scaryyy-", to... a surprisingly gentle one. It was interesting to say the least, he defied almost every single story she's every heard-Every single one she's heard was the Monster was a cruel, cruel beast.. but him?.. He didn't even seem.. rude..
".. My name isss Lunmi.. I apologize for the odd meeting.. I try and have my visssitors comfortable with the foressst before we meet.. you-.. Well, You underssstand what I mean, you've been informed, I assssume, of me.."
".. I beg your Pardon?"
His tone had shifted ever so slightly, not quite in a bad way-But just a little bit "intrigued". His glare of course, had sharpened ever so slightly into hers. By this point, he actually wasn't-Really "standing" anymore, his tail coiled slightly-And now he just seemed like he was sitting on himself. His hands on the other had, were laying slightly limp on his sides, he just.. didn't seem anything like the stories.. I mean the physical description, yes-But in terms of how people thought of him as?...Perhaps the villages just, made him sound worse than he really is.
