Wormtail

[Kulvir]

Twisting and turning
Coiling and curling
Spinning and spiralling
Scales

Books. The handing down of knowledge to the next generation. What if Man was without his books, and had no way of recording the events and information that he had uncovered? Aye, it would be an amusing sight to those who were not of the two-legged nomad species, watching humans stumble about, taking note of every new little thing he discovered. Books were a nuisance to some, a help to others, and invisible to the remainder. For him, they were almost nothing.

Though it was rather early in the morning, there were still the odd littered students about with their noses tucked into the pages of what they were reading about. Had anyone even taken the chance to notice, they'd have seen one of the strangest beings that had ever walked the planet Earth. But what did it matter to him? For thousands of years humans had ran from him and for thousands of years he got used to it. It wasn't like he actually wanted to go out of his way to associate with the humanoid species, no matter how similar they looked.

Heavy, large, armoured scales coated his long, thick tail that grew from his hips, giving him a release from friction for just a moment. The body that was attached to those scales was that of a human, or a little alike it, in a very dark pigment, without any absurd clothing covering the muscles on his bare torso. But what was quite different was the being's face. An almost nonexistent nose with two slits for nostrils, slitted eyes with cat-like pupils, and a very strong chin with a lipless mouth resting on it. Adorned on his head was a pair of ram-like horns that grew between the snake tails and curled behind.

The tail was a thick, creamy colour with the same darkness of his skin that blotched and ringed around it. That collared blackness coiled around his tail until it reached just below his hips, and instead had an ending at each of his sides, not discolouring the front. It coiled around the arms of the creature that ended in a hand with fingers that finished with claws for nails. The floorboards creaked under the weight of the Naga as it swayed through the room.

It moved in the strangest way. First, its chest dipped forward, only slightly, followed by its torso, then hips, and lastly by its tail, which was what it moved on. Twisting among itself was the locks of hair that wasn't actually hair at all. It was actually snake tails that had grown from his head like hair, in the same colouring as his own that allowed him to move. His hair swam like a human's would in water each time he moved or turned his head, and having to glance around at the children, this proved to happen often.

A good eight metres was the length of that tail. Weaving through the desks and shelves now, Kulvir watched the books change from a dark shade to light in the different patterns they were published. He paused, but his whole body no where near stopped still. His hips moved like they were pinned between to vertical panes of glass in an '8' looking way as if the number was turned to lie on its side. But this was normal, so he payed it no attention, continuously reading the spines of the books on the shelf he was in front of.

[Dante Rose Black]

((ooc: great post))

Dante walked to the library, why she didn't know anymore she despised it. Full of books, books she couldn't read. She couldn't see the words that used to give her such joys. As she walked in she ran her hands about the bound leather of these inanimate objects that teased her. And as she wandered. Something odd came to her senses. It was a demonic aura how strange it was that there was demon in the library. What reason could they have to be here. She wandered through the rows of her tormentors. She came upon it, unable to tell if it were male or female.
"Hello?" Her voice was quiet. She wasn't usually this daring it was so strange for her to do something that was dangerous.
"Am I interrupting you?" She asked her blind eyes not really focused on the demon, but past it. No matter how brave she might seem at the moment she was afraid he would attack her.

[Kulvir]

A flicker of the tip of the tail, a flare of the nostrils, a flicker of the forked tongue. A human child was approaching from behind him, through the break between bookshelves. Though he had mere holes for ears at the side of his head that was covered in his hair, he could hear the girl quite clearly enough to not have to rely on the remainder of his sharp senses. Fear rippled off the girl in waves, pooling around his large form. She was obviously scared. His head turned from the tattered spine he had read, and tilted to face the girl.

She looked to be staring off into space, but plainly she was blind. His sense of vision wasn't the best, but it was different to most in a peculiar way. But that is another story for another time. The tails of hair swayed behind him almost as slowly as his hips moved whilst he lifted his right arm from his side. A flex of the tendons within the rock-hard, black skin of his bent one of his clawed, cold fingers to stroke the girl's cheek just below her right eye. Gentle, he was, but those nails were sharp, and scraped into her skin, tearing open the top layer without meaning to.

But there was no point in making conversation with the girl, and he had no doubt that she didn't know the native language of the snakes, and so spoke to her in his tongue. "For disrupting me, you deserve to have your ear drums torn out," which sounded like a streamline of hisses in a whisper as he removed his hand from her cheek. Those black slitted eyes flashed a warning in instinct for the less vision-impaired folk. Though his words were a threat, he didn't move to complete the exercise, but righted himself, looking back up the higher shelves.

Rather than moving away from the girl, the strong muscles in his tail pushed up from the ground, putting pressure in the rear of the Naga to hold him higher. The creature moved parallel to the highest of the shelves, reading through the spines of books again. He could have almost pitied the blind girl, missing out on the world's splendours, but the creature had a very low tolerance for humans, which proved fatal for many of the species.

{My, you have an absurdly large signature}

[Dante Rose Black]

Dante froze when she felt a claw on her face. The was no pressure but the creatures claws were sharp she felt her skin tear just the slightest bit, she had been a lot more pain before. The creature spoke, she didn't really understand it. She could determine now it was a male. And he didn't seem too intent in harming her. Not that she was complaining she personally didn't want her insides ripped out of her. She felt the movements of his body that told her he had turned away. And though it probably would have been wise to have left him. He fascinated her. She had never faced a demon in which they weren't doing something to maul her body. And it seemed absurd but she almost wanted to talk to him. Though he didn't seem to want to converse with her. She bowed to him. And took a book off the shelf her kimono sleeve sliding down her arm. She ran her hand along the book along the raised title and the words formed in her mind.
"History of Magic...a very boring class..."She said quietly her accent thick Japanese.
"Sir if it is not to much to ask, um what are you doing here?" She put the book back on the shelf, and grabbing another. Potions,the raised letters told her, one of the few classes she ever attended. She waited for an answer though she didn't know if she would receive one.