What are your thoughts oh Chica?
The mention of another pet caused for Dark’s hand to instinctively clamber to the awaiting belly of Naga’s length, finger scratching affectionately against the yellowing scales against her chest. The cobra seemed unaffected by the actions, but didn’t attack him either, which seemed to be her only sign of affection in return.
“Chica… Chica Bicca… or was it Bicka. Whatever foolish name Mark decided would match her attitude. She’s quite the bundle of joy, isn’t she? A loyal companion, but she’s lacking the standards that I have set for those that court with me. She’s far too happy, too energetic, to welcoming, people approach her without fear, and that is not a staple of who I am. I admire her from afar, she’s a gorgeous specimen, I will not deny that… but I would never take it upon myself to own something like her.”










