snakey!
So some days ago in a moment of maddness I requested plunnies and the lovely gabrielsknife suggested a Naga. It would be a lot hotter if he wrote it himself! but I tried lol. It's got longer than planned (the story not the snake) so is in two/three parts (again, the story not the snake!).
Here's the first part (second part is halfway through) where you get to meet the herpetologist.
And my thanks to Saskia for some Snake info ^__^
Title : Snakey-Man
Wordcount : 1565
Part : 1 of 2?
Warnings : none
Getting out of his truck Emir stretched wide, de-cricking his neck. The long journey had taken it’s toil but wanting to get here he’d pressed on shaving several hours from his estimated arrival time. The building ahead was old but well maintained, there was a notice filled in several languages and two other trucks in the drive. Entering the building by way of stone steps Emir kicked the dust of his boots and looked around. An office sat to the left and a large open room to the right, from here he could hear voices. Glass tanks lined the furthest wall filled with various reptiles. By habit he moved to those first.
There was an impressive collection of snakes from earth brown to neon green, an albino wound the branches of the furthest tank. Labels in a corner of each were filled with secret code, Emir figured coordinates and toxicologist references. This would imply they were all collected here about. They weren’t all local species.
A lull in the conversation made Emir aware of the men in the room clearer than a shout. Two men stared at him, the older more grizzled shrugging his brows. There was a younger lean, man with an outdoor appearance, khaki combo of a ranger and deep burnt tan. Oblivious to him was a native. Bare chocolate skin and tight curled hair, beading about his neck, wrists and ankles. Standard shorts incongruous with the streak of paint that clothed his chest and the large curving tooth that dangled there. Emir stepped forward eager to examine the relic but stopped himself to greet his hosts.
‘You’ll be the herpetologist chap then?’ The oldest man spoke first and didn’t sound at all impressed by Emir. The ranger was eyeing him over while the native man looked bored by the whole process.
‘My names Emir’ he introduced himself pausing by an unlabelled tank to look at a pretty red, yellow and black striped snake that was stretching out under the heat lamp. Fascinated he reached to hold the creature, a young snake it wound around his fingers playfully. The ranger gasped ‘That’s about the most poisonous snake there is’ he criticized, the older guy tapped his nearby med kit clearly expecting the worse. Interestingly the native man yawned. ‘It’s a Milk Snake, their harmless’ Emir told them ‘Coral snakes are coloured different’
Emir replaced the snake and moved to the table, it had been a redundant move, he’d been told previously he was better with snakes than people. His ex had frequently called him cold blooded, said he thought more of snakes than he did their relationship. After coming home early to see his then boyfriend fucking their neighbour with more enthusiasm than he’d ever shown him, Emir tended to agree. Calling him a cheating snake would be inaccurate, snakes never lied.
Hooking up with a guy on the basis of a magnificent snake tattoo was also foolhardy. A snaking hand and the promise of ‘Sammy’ sucking like a champ, did not call for an explanation of constrictors compared to venomous snakes and why ‘Sammy’ wouldn’t suck at all. It didn’t lead to an orgasmic night.
Two of the three men were regarding him with heavy doubt and Emir missed the little snake. With snakes the threat of deadly venom or the strength to stop your lungs inhale, made a wise man wary, with people the threat was hidden. Emir gave his best absent professor look and adopted a bored learned tone.
‘I’ve been told you have a Snake problem here? The information I’ve received is incomplete but there have been unexpected species?’
It was the ranger took over, succinct military delivery ‘Ranger Smith. I put the call out, they said you were top of your field. There’s been sightings of giant snakes’ the native man appeared to bless himself ‘We’ve collected species from other continents that shouldn’t survive here’
‘These were all found on the reservation?’ Emir indicated the surrounding tanks and got curt affirmation.
‘That’s unusual’ and exciting ‘Are there any theories? This is more than freed pets’
The native man started talking, his accent so thick the language itself was lost in a series of flowing vowels and clicks of tongue. It was the older man who translated without prompting, gruff edged though his eyes held a shimmer of fear from not understanding and half-believing the folk tales.
‘He says it’s the Naga rising’
‘Naga?’
‘Naga - Snake-man’ more blessings where whispered.
‘The natives say the Naga rises to seek his mate, that the Snakes are sent to seek’
‘Myths and legends’ snorted the ranger preferring to live by his maps and data.
‘Legend perhaps, but there’s something weird going on here mark my words.’ A note book was tossed across the table to Emir ‘I’m Dr McLovin, I’ve been studying the local people and their beliefs.’ He grumbled something to the native man getting a rumble of that musical dialect back.
‘Harrin’s people believe the Naga is an old soul; half snake, half man. That he sleeps in the Volcano base to rise when the earth rumbles and seek his true mate. Harrin’s ancestors would offer sacrifice, offer youths form their village; a beauty, a scholar and a virgin, for the Naga’s pleasure and good will. If one was taken the Naga would depart and their harvests would be fruitful, if displeased the Snakes would multiply still seeking. Colours and sizes not seen by normal day, livestock would vanish in the nights and parents would keep their children close. Only finding his true mate will stop the cycle.’
‘Nonsense, searching for a giant snake-man isn’t going to solve this’
‘Yet there’s been reports of stolen livestock and the snake species here speak for themselves’
‘When did the Volcano last erupt?’ Emir managed to interrupt the raising voices.
‘It’s been rumbling the last few months, it’s largely inactive and not considered a danger. Last recorded activity was around fifty years ago. There was no sacrifice or Snakes then.’
‘But people did go missing’ Dr McLovin sounded to be repeating himself.
‘Well we don’t need the circus of gathering possible mates for a giant Snake, we need information on the Snakes and a pragmatic solution’
‘There’s not been any deaths?’
‘No. There’s been an increase in reports of Snake bites and the rangers and med teams in the area are now carrying anti-venom in their kits. We have some photos taken of large Snakes thought to be at least thirty-five feet long. Families in the area panicking.’
‘Thirty-five feet? that’s over ten metres! The largest Python recorded was thirteen, one of those can take an Antelope down.’
‘We’re short of Antelope here, but we have people, children’
Emir blinked at Smith ‘What exactly do you expect me to do’ the look he got told him only to clearly how little was expected of him. ‘We’ve set a room up for you in the back, there’s computer link up here and local maps and data. I work over the whole area but we’ve a number of rangers on call should they be needed. Dr McLovin has offered to help translate for you and can contact the university should you need any specialist supplies.’
‘I’ll be on my own here?’
‘Is that a problem? We thought you’d bring a team’
‘No, no problem’ Emir ignored the censor ‘I’ll need to apprise the situation myself before I call in any colleagues, the range of snakes here is magnificent’
‘Magnificent?’
‘I mean, there’d be a number of specialities to consider and I’ll need to access what the dangers are.’
He felt very alone when the three men left him to the ranger station. Harrin drawing a ward in the air and pushing a carved talisman into his hand. Shaking of a premonition Emir went back into the large room to take a closer look at the Snakes there. He fingered the smooth wood of the carving. It was small crude Snake-man.
Finding the basic kitchen facilities Emir threw together a quick meal then returned to the Snake room, admiring the colours and varieties before him. His ex had refused to let him keep Snakes in their house, he’d also refused to enter the snake house when they visited a zoo. Emir left to go it alone and ending up giving an impromptu tour discussing attack styles with eager children. Looking into the tank of the nearest constrictor Emir smiled to see the warm browns of the Python and it’s attractive pebble print, not understanding how anyone could see the creatures as slimy. He felt the urge to stroke the lamp warmed scales, to feel the sinuous muscle moving under his hands. The Snake flicked it’s tongue at him, tasting the air and sampling his visitors scent.
In the end he took several reports to the creaking camp bed that had been set up for him. Reading of sightings ands finds until his eyes grew heavy and he fell asleep. Emir was excited to be here to explore the phenomena and offer intellectual insight to the benefit of the area and his field. He also looked forward to seeing what Snakes were here to meet. Giant Snake-Man he chuckled to himself as he fingered the crude talisman gift.
And while he rested outside the forests waited. Expectations jumping with the flickering of a forked snake tongue.
Male Naga
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Here's the first part (second part is halfway through) where you get to meet the herpetologist.
And my thanks to Saskia for some Snake info ^__^
Title : Snakey-Man
Wordcount : 1565
Part : 1 of 2?
Warnings : none
Getting out of his truck Emir stretched wide, de-cricking his neck. The long journey had taken it’s toil but wanting to get here he’d pressed on shaving several hours from his estimated arrival time. The building ahead was old but well maintained, there was a notice filled in several languages and two other trucks in the drive. Entering the building by way of stone steps Emir kicked the dust of his boots and looked around. An office sat to the left and a large open room to the right, from here he could hear voices. Glass tanks lined the furthest wall filled with various reptiles. By habit he moved to those first.
There was an impressive collection of snakes from earth brown to neon green, an albino wound the branches of the furthest tank. Labels in a corner of each were filled with secret code, Emir figured coordinates and toxicologist references. This would imply they were all collected here about. They weren’t all local species.
A lull in the conversation made Emir aware of the men in the room clearer than a shout. Two men stared at him, the older more grizzled shrugging his brows. There was a younger lean, man with an outdoor appearance, khaki combo of a ranger and deep burnt tan. Oblivious to him was a native. Bare chocolate skin and tight curled hair, beading about his neck, wrists and ankles. Standard shorts incongruous with the streak of paint that clothed his chest and the large curving tooth that dangled there. Emir stepped forward eager to examine the relic but stopped himself to greet his hosts.
‘You’ll be the herpetologist chap then?’ The oldest man spoke first and didn’t sound at all impressed by Emir. The ranger was eyeing him over while the native man looked bored by the whole process.
‘My names Emir’ he introduced himself pausing by an unlabelled tank to look at a pretty red, yellow and black striped snake that was stretching out under the heat lamp. Fascinated he reached to hold the creature, a young snake it wound around his fingers playfully. The ranger gasped ‘That’s about the most poisonous snake there is’ he criticized, the older guy tapped his nearby med kit clearly expecting the worse. Interestingly the native man yawned. ‘It’s a Milk Snake, their harmless’ Emir told them ‘Coral snakes are coloured different’
Emir replaced the snake and moved to the table, it had been a redundant move, he’d been told previously he was better with snakes than people. His ex had frequently called him cold blooded, said he thought more of snakes than he did their relationship. After coming home early to see his then boyfriend fucking their neighbour with more enthusiasm than he’d ever shown him, Emir tended to agree. Calling him a cheating snake would be inaccurate, snakes never lied.
Hooking up with a guy on the basis of a magnificent snake tattoo was also foolhardy. A snaking hand and the promise of ‘Sammy’ sucking like a champ, did not call for an explanation of constrictors compared to venomous snakes and why ‘Sammy’ wouldn’t suck at all. It didn’t lead to an orgasmic night.
Two of the three men were regarding him with heavy doubt and Emir missed the little snake. With snakes the threat of deadly venom or the strength to stop your lungs inhale, made a wise man wary, with people the threat was hidden. Emir gave his best absent professor look and adopted a bored learned tone.
‘I’ve been told you have a Snake problem here? The information I’ve received is incomplete but there have been unexpected species?’
It was the ranger took over, succinct military delivery ‘Ranger Smith. I put the call out, they said you were top of your field. There’s been sightings of giant snakes’ the native man appeared to bless himself ‘We’ve collected species from other continents that shouldn’t survive here’
‘These were all found on the reservation?’ Emir indicated the surrounding tanks and got curt affirmation.
‘That’s unusual’ and exciting ‘Are there any theories? This is more than freed pets’
The native man started talking, his accent so thick the language itself was lost in a series of flowing vowels and clicks of tongue. It was the older man who translated without prompting, gruff edged though his eyes held a shimmer of fear from not understanding and half-believing the folk tales.
‘He says it’s the Naga rising’
‘Naga?’
‘Naga - Snake-man’ more blessings where whispered.
‘The natives say the Naga rises to seek his mate, that the Snakes are sent to seek’
‘Myths and legends’ snorted the ranger preferring to live by his maps and data.
‘Legend perhaps, but there’s something weird going on here mark my words.’ A note book was tossed across the table to Emir ‘I’m Dr McLovin, I’ve been studying the local people and their beliefs.’ He grumbled something to the native man getting a rumble of that musical dialect back.
‘Harrin’s people believe the Naga is an old soul; half snake, half man. That he sleeps in the Volcano base to rise when the earth rumbles and seek his true mate. Harrin’s ancestors would offer sacrifice, offer youths form their village; a beauty, a scholar and a virgin, for the Naga’s pleasure and good will. If one was taken the Naga would depart and their harvests would be fruitful, if displeased the Snakes would multiply still seeking. Colours and sizes not seen by normal day, livestock would vanish in the nights and parents would keep their children close. Only finding his true mate will stop the cycle.’
‘Nonsense, searching for a giant snake-man isn’t going to solve this’
‘Yet there’s been reports of stolen livestock and the snake species here speak for themselves’
‘When did the Volcano last erupt?’ Emir managed to interrupt the raising voices.
‘It’s been rumbling the last few months, it’s largely inactive and not considered a danger. Last recorded activity was around fifty years ago. There was no sacrifice or Snakes then.’
‘But people did go missing’ Dr McLovin sounded to be repeating himself.
‘Well we don’t need the circus of gathering possible mates for a giant Snake, we need information on the Snakes and a pragmatic solution’
‘There’s not been any deaths?’
‘No. There’s been an increase in reports of Snake bites and the rangers and med teams in the area are now carrying anti-venom in their kits. We have some photos taken of large Snakes thought to be at least thirty-five feet long. Families in the area panicking.’
‘Thirty-five feet? that’s over ten metres! The largest Python recorded was thirteen, one of those can take an Antelope down.’
‘We’re short of Antelope here, but we have people, children’
Emir blinked at Smith ‘What exactly do you expect me to do’ the look he got told him only to clearly how little was expected of him. ‘We’ve set a room up for you in the back, there’s computer link up here and local maps and data. I work over the whole area but we’ve a number of rangers on call should they be needed. Dr McLovin has offered to help translate for you and can contact the university should you need any specialist supplies.’
‘I’ll be on my own here?’
‘Is that a problem? We thought you’d bring a team’
‘No, no problem’ Emir ignored the censor ‘I’ll need to apprise the situation myself before I call in any colleagues, the range of snakes here is magnificent’
‘Magnificent?’
‘I mean, there’d be a number of specialities to consider and I’ll need to access what the dangers are.’
He felt very alone when the three men left him to the ranger station. Harrin drawing a ward in the air and pushing a carved talisman into his hand. Shaking of a premonition Emir went back into the large room to take a closer look at the Snakes there. He fingered the smooth wood of the carving. It was small crude Snake-man.
Finding the basic kitchen facilities Emir threw together a quick meal then returned to the Snake room, admiring the colours and varieties before him. His ex had refused to let him keep Snakes in their house, he’d also refused to enter the snake house when they visited a zoo. Emir left to go it alone and ending up giving an impromptu tour discussing attack styles with eager children. Looking into the tank of the nearest constrictor Emir smiled to see the warm browns of the Python and it’s attractive pebble print, not understanding how anyone could see the creatures as slimy. He felt the urge to stroke the lamp warmed scales, to feel the sinuous muscle moving under his hands. The Snake flicked it’s tongue at him, tasting the air and sampling his visitors scent.
In the end he took several reports to the creaking camp bed that had been set up for him. Reading of sightings ands finds until his eyes grew heavy and he fell asleep. Emir was excited to be here to explore the phenomena and offer intellectual insight to the benefit of the area and his field. He also looked forward to seeing what Snakes were here to meet. Giant Snake-Man he chuckled to himself as he fingered the crude talisman gift.
And while he rested outside the forests waited. Expectations jumping with the flickering of a forked snake tongue.
Male Naga
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