Colubrifer

[Kulvir]

The thing was almost completely camouflaged. It was the creamy 'hair' and tail of his that gave it away. Between the thin snake tails sprouted two large ram-like horns in a shade of brown that curled beside his head. The thick, heavy, python-like body was a good metre in diameter, which thinned toward the end, and all along it was black rings from the tip of the tail to one metre before his hips started. From that point, the rings became stripes that started from one side of his body, around his back, and to the other, not daring to caress his rock-hard abdomen or chest. They blotched his upper arms, and cloaked his eyes, leaving his chin, cheeks and nose a lighter shade of dark chocolate.

The snake tails swam through the air like a human's through water with each movement tugging, as if it were lighter than the wind itself. Like he had done in the Humans' library at their school for learning, the absurd looking creature's chest led his whole body in transportation, dipping then moving forward, which his abdomen followed, along with the hips, shadowed by his tail. Being a rare thing, it was almost certain that there were no other like him in the forest, other than the Centaurs and perhaps a lagoon with Merpeople in it. But there would never be another Naga in the Forbidden Forest. He was sure of that.

There was a flat nose on his face, mirroring a human with her nose torn off and healed over, though instead of flared nostrils he had diagonal slits that took in the strong scents, along with a forked tongue. That particular tongue whipped through the lipless mouth, taking note of the creatures that followed him in curiosity. He would possibly never know if there ever had been another like him before he had arrived, because although the majority of his species left tribal markings, that had died out many centuries ago. Having a body that in total reached ten metres in length obviously wasn't good at hiding, and so instead of attempting to seek refuge, he slithered along proudly, taking in each tree and adding it to memory, along with the little critters of the Forest.

Rising up higher now, as if he were standing on hind legs, the Naga revealed a little more of his iron-like underbelly. Cold and hard as steel was what his skin and scales were like, contrasting themselves in strong colours and shades. Staring up through the canopy now with piercing green eyes, two large white feathered wings broke through his bare back and stretched themselves out to their fullest extent, before beating the air three times to launch the strange being into the air. He darted through trees to settle on a large branch, wrapping his tail around it in a coiling manner, careful not to constrict it so it would snap. This tree would be his new home, one of the tallest in sight.

[Maí Lé Rosà]

The demoness had been following the Naga, at a distance mind you, for she was ever so curious as to what on this earth he was, exactly. His body interested her to no end, for never before had she seen a man immersed from the hips into a python, with a design so captivating it could have been painted onto his form. At first, she had almost been certain this was a basilisk, but his human half deepened her exploration. So many times she had just missed the tip of his tail with her polished stiletto's, her excitement almost getting the better of her as she tried to slink closer and closer, in complete silence.

Snake-like tendrils slid down his back, while her own ivory tresses licked at her hips in thin strands; puppet strings. Her garnet eyes glowed with a hidden pleasure as his form provided her with more surprises yet. A pair of angelic wings erupted from his shoulder blades, and those acute scarlet eyes picked up the sight of a lone feather drifting toward the earth; banished by the display of the rest and snatched up by gravity's pull.

Her pace increased and just as the 'thing' soared up into the air, the demoness sprinted underneath it, her pale hand gently closing around the gentle wisp of a feather as she disappeared into more shadows. She slipped the feather down the crevice in her corsét. Suddenly Mai inhaled sharply, for a sudden chill worked it's way inside her and she was torn away from the sight of the flying snake-man to a lonely-looking figure settled in a puddle of frost; her eyes aimed at her deathbed.

"Shae.." Mai whispered, smiling faintly at the girl's back and tilting her head in an unseen show of sympathy. By her hand this girl had passed on, but by the hand of the demoness she would also be granted the ability to touch again, if that was what she desired. After a moment though, for Mai simply could not tear her catlike curiosity from the being now curled around an enormous tree.

A magnificent woosh of another pair of wings sounded in the area, and two ebony appendages flexed from Mai's own shoulder blades, lifting her into the air with one powerful flap. A few more and she was in-line with the snake-man. It was good that the branch he was on was large, for Mai just managed to grasp a hold of it and crawl onto it as her wings folded and disappeared behind her. Hands and knees positioned themselves expertly as she crawled closer to him, the folds of her rose-cream dress fluttering in the momentum.

Her lips came to part in wonder as she dared to glance through her long ivory tresses straight at the man who was coiled by his lower-half around the tree. She was only a ruler's length from his face now, and her throat moved delicately as she swallowed, considering just how dangerous her position was. A smirk graced her lips though, for danger only excited her further, and as careful as she could manage, she balanced on one hand and both knees as she reached down her corsét with the other and revealed the feather between her fingers.

"You dropped this." She whispered, her garnet eyes connecting with the hypnotizing green gaze of the demonic being before her.

[Shae]

A warm feeling swelled throughout the ghostly girl when she saw Mai. She did know that affection was not a normal feeling towards one's murderer, but affection was an accurate description of how she felt for the demoness. Sometimes she even worried about the beautiful creature, when groups of students came into the ward having barely survived an encounter with this Princess of Darkness.

The only chance to survive Mai when she had decided to kill you was to fight her in a group, if more than one person could attack the ivory being at once, and then the likelihood of getting away was still slim. Running from her was always a better idea, be afraid cower, run, and certainly never get in her way. Not meeting the demoness was the only sure way to survive living near her chosen habitation.

When the dead girl saw what the delicately deadly dame was doing, she almost gasped. It was risky meeting an unknown being like that, anything might happen, and the dead girl never wanted anything to happen to Mai that would cause her pain.

It was stupid of her to think that she - a ghost - could ever protect a demoness, but she was in no way going to be able to just stand - or sit - aside while Mai was in pain. Neither her own feelings for the demoness nor her new learned behaviors in nursing would ever allow such inaction.

"Be careful, Ladyship," she murmured, not expecting to be heard. "I do hope you know what you're doing," the dead girl added.

She knew there was little she would be able to do if this snake-like being decided to attack Mai, but just as she knew that, she also knew she could do more than when she had first become part of the ethereal plane.

Now that she knew what she was looking at, it was much clearer to her, and seeing how the man's body melded with the snake's body, and how more snakes grew from his skull like hair, and the strange patterns all over his body - created by scales - made her hesitant rather than curious.

She held no particular fear of snakes or men, but this combination, and the way in which the two very different species combined in this thing resting in the canopy, made her slightly squeamish. Despite her own misgivings about this new creature in the Forest, the phantomess kept her bright green eyes locked firmly on the two dangerous and unearthly beings in the branches above her.

[Kalista(Retired)]

Deep within her slumber, the dragon form of the Demon Kalista once again awoke. There was a disturbance in the forest, she could feel the curiosity of the creatures around her and so, the giant lifted her head, lazily, and looked around, a slight rumble coming from deep within her throat.

“ÊáíÝíá õðüëïéðï ãéá ôïí êáêü.” She grumbled and then stretched her long scaly neck.

The ten acres of now molten rock that spanned around her kept at bay the cold of the winter she had so longed to keep from. Its fires and steaming protest to the falling snows soothing her as she slumbered hibernated in a half peace. Now, however it seemed her curiosity as well as what seemed to be all the others, had gotten the best of her and so, she stretched as well, her giant, leathery wings and shifted her great mass yawning, showing rows of dangerous white fangs, pointed and in abundance; the Wyvern got to her feet, her massive claws digging trenches in the ashen ground beneath her as she slowly lifted her form.
Irritated to no end, the dragon turned to face the proper direction that would take her out from the deepest depths of the forest and back into the more occupied and annoyingly busy trees and game paths that seemed to be the curiosity of all students, as well as magical creatures alike.

Out of the mist and smoke, she traversed a large path, winding between trees and trampling bush beneath her giant feet, her wings folded against her greatly horned back, every now and again knocking away trees that stood too close to one another to allow her massive form room to pass unscathed. Kalista had returned to the game known as life.

As each of her steps drew her nearer the source of this point of curiosity, they melted away the remnants of snow and frost, leaving behind her a trail of blackened foliage, as well as forcing the ground to quake slightly beneath. Her movement would not go unnoticed by the more sensitive of creatures though unfortunately for a too slow to head the warnings deer, bounded right into her path. The quick emerald eyes of the Wyvern caught sight of the animal before it had even leapt into the open, her great jaws opened wide to receive its breakfast and snapped down. The animal was consumed in the blink of an eye. Satisfied with her first meal in months, Kalista continued forward, her magnificent head moving only slightly with her every step.

“Ðïéï ôñüðï ôïõ ðëÜóìáôïò doth êáôïéêÞóôå óôï äÜóïò ãéá íá öÝñåôå ôÝôïéá ðåñéÝñãåéá” She spoke out loud as she approached a rather large tree with what seemed to be a snake-like man wrapped about its limb and trunk.

Kalista hadn’t thought that her speech would likely go unknown to the others around her, her natural tongue was very old and ancient, unused in these parts for centuries, and so, as the mighty dragon stood, is head perched on a massive, elegant neck of hard and shining scales, she awaited an answer with the utmost impatience.

Her fiery emerald eye caught sight of the familiar long, flowing tresses of Mai and the dragon tipped its massive head slightly in her direction. A sort of welcome that indicated she was pleased to see the beloved Mai once again after such a long san of time. She did not take the time to show she had noticed the ghost, though she had, she was just not too familiar with the sight of the creature and had really no idea whom it was, she had only, in her slumbering dreams, seen it, known it to be of existence.