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Sahrahsahe growled softly under his breath, circling the small demon to inspect him. He lowered his head to be more eye to eye with the young one. “You clearly aren’t human, you smell fowl…” He scrunched his nose a bit in slight disgust. “But it is for this reason that you live. I don’t know what it is you seek, but I doubt it is here. “
“I smell foul...?” Jay held his hair close to his nose and sniffed it. He could perceive the strange perfume his brother always covered him with. Scents of moist dirt and sweat were there too. His nose cringed. “I’m not good to be supper, huh?”
Jay’s drowsy eyes locked on the naga. He smelled nice, like the flytraps he had seen on his walk through the jungle. Was he equally dangerous? Probably, he thought. The demon hoped to avoid conflict. He didn’t like fighting.
“I’m looking for her. She has big sharp teeth and jewels.. like you. I have jewels too, but I don’t like wearing them. They feel cold.” he touched his arms, feeling swollen bruises behind the sleeves. The pain reminded him of the stakes.
“I.. I have to find her, mister. If I don’t my brother will be upset. I want to be useful. So.. so.. can I go?”












