Because I was feeling lazy, I traced Shiro’s torso. But from that point on? Freehanded.
The pattern took me TWO DAYS to finish. Never, EVER again do I do reticulated pythons on a whim. Never again.

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Because I was feeling lazy, I traced Shiro’s torso. But from that point on? Freehanded.
The pattern took me TWO DAYS to finish. Never, EVER again do I do reticulated pythons on a whim. Never again.
Big Snek (because I suck at titles)
@lone-red-lion
Shiro was contentedly lounging in his favorite basking spot. The massive, 60 foot naga watched the local wildlife around him passively. He’d already eaten, so he wasn’t interested in hunting again. It was nice to just watch the birds. But a new smell hit his senses.
Shiro picked his head up, flicking his tongue in and out of his mouth. Part of the new smell was familiar, yet part of it was not. He recognized human. That put him on edge, for it was humans who had taken his right arm. They had replaced it with a peculiar prosthetic one, but... That was besides the point.
Feeling both curious and threatened, he decided to investigate. The reticulated naga stayed in the shadows, the pattern of his scales blending in with the spotty lighting.
Snake!
@rebelastrum
The massive naga was out basking in his favorite sunny spot in the forest. Shiro was sore from a rather unpleasant run in with Galra. The strange furry, purple humanoids who thought they could tell him what to do. For the last year or so, he’d been dealing with their foolishness. They managed to catch him once, and did some ugly things to him, like taking his arm and replacing it with a strange metal one. He did not stay long after that. They weren’t the best eating, though, he discovered. Hairballs. Big ones.
His head picked up when he heard the sound of something crashing through the foliage. Or rather, someone. His eyes widened at the sight. It was humanoid, sort of like an Altean, but... Not Altean. His forked tongue flickered in and out of his mouth. He snorted in surprise. How could this boy smell GALRA, yet not look remotely Galra? He needed answers.
“Hey... You there. Little buddy. What’re you doing here?”
Like with Naga-Shiro, I traced Naga-Keith’s torso, and did the rest on my own.
Deep Purple Passion ball python is the snake part of him.
@red-e2fite
Shiro had a pretty solid reputation in the area. He was a protector of the forest there, and anyone who went in with ill intent never came back out. Some would leave gifts at the forest’s edge, others offered prayers. Shiro was pretty numble for a naga, however, but he went along with it regardless.
Today, however, there was a bit of a commotion in the forest. The massive naga slithered to the source, looking a bit sour.