Your fur lined cloak clung tightly to your body as you walked through the snowy forest near your cottage that was far from the prying eyes of humans, looking for various ingredients, when you heard a strange noise. Curiosity getting the better of you, you decide to follow the noise...only to find an injured male naga laying in the snow. Despite it being the middle of winter, sweat covered his forehead as he desperately clung to life. His shirt, dark brown hair stuck to his head and his eyes were half lidded as he tried to keep conscious. His mouth was partially open as he breathed heavily, allowing you to see his fangs just barely sticking out. Even a blind man could tell from his breathing alone that this naga was on Death's doorstep. Feeling bad for the poor creature, you decide to try and help him.

You take a couple careful steps towards the naga. As you do, his eyes dart towards you and he lets out a low hiss as he tried moving away from you. His tail, which was black with a beautiful silver mixed in when the light hit it just the right way, coiled up closer to his body. When he spoke, his voice carried a thick, Russian accent.

"Stay away, human....I won't allow you to come any closer."