Naga!Pythor x Reader

Talking Animals? You Would Think This Was a Disney Movie, but Those End Well

He picked up a notebook, kissing you on the forehead as he slithered by, "Do you need anything, dear?"

"I'm starving, actually," not to mention thirsty.

"Of course you are!," he slapped his head with his palm, "Two days is a time to endure without nourishment!"

He called the kitchens, moving on towards his room.

You got up, pointed to your own quarters, and he nodded in acknowledgement, continuing to order an absurd amount of food.

You stepped through the open door, pausing to survey the room. The floor was pristine, the balcony door fixed. There was no hint any disaster had ever occurred here, except for in your thoughts. Looking at the bed, you shuddered slightly. You didn't want to sleep here, you didn't even like being in here all that much.

You glanced back, building up the confidence to ask Pythor to sleep in his room. Perhaps being warm blooded was compelling enough.

You walked over to your nightstand and picked up your journal, writing down a few quick notes about the governmental structures Selma had explained.

Night had just about darkened Ouroboros, a pale fog winding over the buildings. Low hanging clouds contributed to the shadowed state as well. You could almost hear distant thunder.

The Sea of Sand was entering the winter wet season, Ouroboros's intricate flood systems would soon be directing water to the roaring Ophiuchus River, winding through the heart of the city.

Thunder rumbled ominously.

You'd never liked storms either.

You turned to go back to Pythor when a tap at the balcony door drew your attention.

You whirled, expecting to be faced with the twisted ghost of Acidicus or something.

It was simply a falcon.

You let out a held breath, scorning yourself for your paranoia.

But what was a falcon doing out this late? It pecked the glass of the door again.

You decided it had to be confused by the light on the glass. Poor bird.

You walked over to the door, making shooing motions. It fluttered back onto the balcony railing, but moved no further.

You sighed, cracking the door just slightly. You weren't going to directly engage a wild falcon, but you couldn't have it ramming into the window all night.

You looked at the railing, flashed over by the image of Acidicus's body plummeting off of it.

You twitched, moved past it, and flung an arm at the falcon, "Go on! Go back to your nest!"

There was a peculiar sound, like the click of a camera zooming.

"C'mon you dumb bird, it's going to storm!" you leaned half your body out the door.

It opened its beak, "Come out onto the balcony," came a velvety, but slightly robotic voice.

You froze.

You were not about to take orders from a talking falcon with everything else you'd been through.

You started to move back, to get Pythor, when a figure dropped onto the balcony. A shadow blotted out everything below as sails snapped like wings, the roar of gargantuan engines rumbling as the massive ship righted itself from its plummet.

A gloved hand grabbed the door, pulling it open with you attached to it. You basically ran face-first into Zane's chest, the ninja grabbing you around the waist as his other hand held frim to a dangling rope.

You got out half a scream before he clamped a hand over your mouth.

"We're rescuing you!" he tried to explain as he jerked on the rope.

You tried to blurt out 'no, you aren't', but with a mouthful of Zane hand it came out more like "Nu hua aah!"

Zane yelled something else, drowned out by the fresh roar of the engine, the ship lifting you as it ascended.

No! No!

You stopped struggling, seizing up as the dangling rope took you out over the city, the shifting shapes of roofs and fog a limitless fall below.

Pythor burst out the doors, took only a moment to access the situation, and flung himself at you.

For a moment everything went in slow motion, your heart in your ears louder than even the Bounty's engines. His body went sailing off the balcony, a heavy weight plummeting, just like Acidicus, and he snagged, suspended just in time by his tail catching him on the railing.

The Bounty continued to rise, taking you further and further from the palace. You were suspended helplessly, buffeted about by the wild currents of the wind, your wail as mournful as the storm.

The sails snapped and cracked like wings, rigging squeaking and winding. The rope you were on started to wind upwards. Zane lifted his fingers to the back of your neck, pinching a nerve. The last thing you heard was Pythor's screams.