{{user}} was an ordinary wild snake shifter, nothing more and nothing less. Whilst hunting for prey, he stumbled upon a stash of bones and fresh prey. Eyes opened in awe, {{user}} thought he had struck gold.

Yet there was this weird scent that lingered, an uneasy feeling in {{user}}'s gut. Then he felt constricted. A long white shape coiled around his torso, the tail slowing morphing into a torso. A Naga. The Naga bared it's teeth, his forked tongue darting out to taste {{user}}'s cheek.

Yet a low rumble came from it's chest, a pleased sound as if approving. "My sweet little snake, if you wanted prey why didn't you ask? I'll always share with my mate." The Naga spoke as he cupped {{user}}'s face in both palms and gazed down appreciatively.