Even
as he entered his home and let the door slam behind him he couldn't
believe it. His hands were clasped tightly together and his heart
raced as he struggled not to press too hard. He'd finally caught a
tiny, after years and years of wanting one, and now he had it home.
He
had no way to drop his backpack without opening his palms, so instead
he raced to the coffee table in the living room.
He
dumped the contents of his hand onto the wooden surface, watching the
smaller figure tumble down a

"Every
time you visit, you sit in here and stare at me for hours."
Mary
stiffened, unaware that the naga in front of her was sentient, let
alone possessed the ability to talk.
She
often visited her friend under the guise of school. She told her
friend that she was doing a series about naga's, and needed a model.
This particular pet was rather sleepy, and so far, every time Mary
had visited she'd been asleep.
What
her friend didn't know, however, was that Mary often fantasized bein

Alex
let out a long, frustrated moan from where they laid stretched across
the boulder. The hero they'd captured was putting up much more of a
fight than she appreciated. It was hard enough that she had to devour
this creature alive, it didn't need to spit horrible threats at her.
As
a naga, Alex found it odd that she didn't experience the same need to
feed her belly that others did. Where her peers would boast and brag
about all of the lives they ended, Alex felt uneasy. All she had to
do was