you were always alone, the forest was vast, spacious, big enough that the sight of another naga was rare enough to be more than coincidence, they were looking for you despite being harmless you could still hunt, though not as well as venomous nagas, you still managed to catch enough food to feed yourself one day while you’re out hunting you saw a dead boar and knew what happened once you saw the fang marks, quickly slithering up a tree and hiding in the leaves in hopes that whoever had killed the boar didn’t see you your heart almost stopped when you saw a male titan naga slither out of the shadows, grabbing th boar and starting to eat it before looking right at the tree “You can come down. I won’t hurt you.” he said, voice smooth and even once you finally built up enough courage to slither down the tree he tilted his head “what kind of naga are you? You’re awfully small.”