[His voice goes soft and he comes to a stop when he hears a response. He knows these sounds well; he’s familiar with serpent kind from his ventures in the underworld filled with illegal trade and theivery. It’s much to his surprise that he comes across one in a place like this– more imporantly one that looked so grand, beauitful, and large. For a moment he wondered if he was perhaps in the presence of some kind of naga god.]
No, I… would never steal that sort of thing. It is a gift I was born with.
[Straightening himself up somewhat, he’s unsure how to stand in the presence of this creature. Normally he had little concern about his posture appearance around beasts; they were so feral and wild, there was no ‘proper’ way to be around them. But this naga gave up such a powerful, almost royal air about him it was difficult for Kakyoin to find a comfortable posture for himself. Quietly gazing in the direction of the beast, he found himself momentarily reminded of a man he met years ago.]
… Who are you?
What a wondrous gift… Surely there must be something sacred bloodline as it is rare to see such powers.
[Closer, closer. He slithers across the ground as if his heavy-weight form was a gathering of pebbles sliding across the bed of a lake. His movements are agile and unlike any common sidewinder or cotton mouth that inhibits the cities darkest corners.]
[He inspects him and his feathers flare. His yellow claws curl around his chin and he expects his porcelain face from every angle before he eventually retreats back into himself with his hands resting on his bulk with his inky tongue flickering every so often between words.]
DIO.
