Wasn't him? Oh no, he was far from right, in fact...he was hiding in the shadows of the forest...the mist slowly forming onto his skin...and his bright yellow eyes beaming at him...
"M-Mn..."
He slowly calmed down...the strong coils of the naga's tail were actually-strangely relaxing...they held onto him tightly but gently, and they were-warm....he dared to open his eyes, glancing up into the naga's face-his eyes were beautiful....he took a deep breath, momentarily forgetting how afraid he was...
He sighed...he was going to be eaten. He was going to be eaten, but he just couldn't bring himself to care......he was so, so very tired....so it was almost a relief when he fell asleep.
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Logan
Logan glanced up at the thick canopy of trees. From the way the shadows fell across the floor, he would guess that he'd been traveling through the woods for three hours, tops. He chuckled darkly. He didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse that the Naga hadn't found him yet. Because he WOULD find him, Logan knew that for certain-this was the creature's domain, the naga would know the trails better than Logan did-and the mist that crept behind him, closing him in, made him think that it was most likely somewhat controlled by the naga...he shrugged it off. There was no choice but to keep going. Try his best to survive.