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When it comes to using magic there is little thought in the application of the power's execution. Magic is. It doesn't actually need to be consciously controlled so much as the focus of the intent must be made clear and precise when charging, directing and then releasing the viable energy into a single point. Though everyone who actually 'uses' magic has their own style and 'craft' most will agree that all it takes is a single thought to get the unexplained workings of thought form transformation underway. That's basically how it happens, well at least id did for the naga working his spells up along the stage where he was busy entertaining the masses that had paid to come see him showoff his skills today. Large hooded head lifted up while coiling his fingers together in a neatly designed manner the cobra-type naga looked between both his audience and his own fingers as he drew several lines of letters out across the open air, all the while spelling the names of several people who had raised their hands when he had asked for volunteers in his prestidigitation feat. Gasps of awe filtered throughout the large auditorium which had been rented out for the serpentine male to use as the cobra named each person in turn, all without having to be told their names.

To the magician in question the conjuration that he was doing at that moment was paltry at best considering his level of talent. He could have, if he put extra effort into it, named the entire crowd just by looking into the eyes of the people below him; however that would have taken up far too much effort for what the serpent was trying to do at the moment. Not to mention exhaust him beyond measure. Pulling his taloned, but manicured fingers away from the written name after ending his scrawl with an elegant curve the magician slithered himself back and then waited several seconds before listening to the people below him start to applaud what he had done. It was so easy to get those who didn't have that much understand about magic to be amazed by the simplest of tricks. Waving the names away with a slight flick of his hand the naga breathed a weary sigh underneath his breath as he looked to the people below him. And though no one could see it on the beautiful, if not deadly features belonging to the professional entertainer, the serpentine male was both bored and aggravated by the wide-eyed fools staring up at him as though he were some kind of freak of nature. Idiots didn't even realize that they could probably do half of what he was trying themselves, if only they got their minds right. All it took was some clear concentration and honed thoughts sent directly out into the aether.

But then again, the intangible force of thoughts waves being buffeted back and forth by countless people going about their daily lives often got crisscrossed and misdirected so much that often when people concentrated, or rather 'wished' for something to happen, the time taken for the idea to reach out into the world and then bring back the desired want in question often took days to years to circle around. And people often wondered why their prayers never seemed to be answered? It was usually because too many of the same kind of intents were going out all at the same time, and more than likely, the real aspiration ended up coming back around in a form that people were not grateful for, or no longer in a state to which they felt as though they needed such a particular item.

And people wondered why God seems to be ignoring them. Did anyone every think that the call office inbox might be a little full? Then again, some people were just ungrateful pricks that needed a well placed kick in the rear to teach them about that little thing called gratitude!

The naga breathed a heavy sigh as he grumbled quietly while snapping his taloned fingers together. This act made the air around him shudder as he went over in the back of his mind what 'trick' he could pull of next for the morons gaping up at him like fish out of water. For the sake of paying his bills this month the cobra had been roped into pulling of this show in the smalltime city that his agent had been bugging him to visit for several months now. While not one to turn down the chance to make several thousand dollars for one weekend's performance, the serpentine male had not really been looking forward to doing this in the least. Especially since it meant he was going to have to do so in front of an entire room of humans no less. As embarrassing as the naga felt right now, not to mention even more so had anyone he personally been out there watching him use his skills in such a demeaning way, he couldn't have denied that there was something...thrilling...if not all out empowering about hearing the awes and gasps of amazement as he focused his thoughts next on turning the green flame in his hold into an azure plume of fire and then sending it above his head to explode like fireworks during a evening festival. Glowing fireflies of various colors and sizes danced freely above the cobra's hooded head for several minutes as the serpent's magic spread out from the tight sphere of his control only to fade back into the aether where he had summoned the energy from in the first place once he no longer needed said spell. The surrounding audience cheered for him once again once the last of the light was no more and taking a small bow, if just so that he could calm his frantic pulse from having used up so much of his power in such a cheap display of magical prowess, the naga let himself be humbled by the fact that this would certain shut his agent's trap up now as he was sure to be hired again for Reno sometime next month when they had space open for him.

I wonder if this is how a hooker feels when selling themselves off for a working man's two dollars? The cobra tried not to think of such a revolting thing, but the slight shiver than ran down his scaled form was not to be denied as the serpent imagine himself spread out somewhere for others to use for their sick and twisted sexual delight. Oh yeah, it's time to get laid again, the naga hissed with his tongue flicking out from between his jade green and off white painted muzzle.

Working as he was now in the small city where his manager/agent/pain in the ass caretaker had found him a small, but lucrative gig, the naga was truthfully glad to finally have some work right now since the year had been so slow. Raising himself back up and giving a 'joyful' smile of appreciation to the crowd nobody would have been able to tell the small tick that came from the cobra right eye as he forced himself to relax and not scream at the idiots whooping and hollering in encore for him to do more.

I hate my life, the naga cried in the back of his head, though he kept his slit green eyes warmly dancing before the onlookers silently judging him for ineptness. Alright, he began to tick off what he had done and how much time he had spent on this failure of side job for today, I did the handwriting scrawl spell, I did the flaming fireworks display, did the transmogrification of the pieces of silk into vines and I did the canaries into white roses petals. So is there anything that I am missing? The naga smiled coyly, placing one of his green and white mottled fingers deftly up underneath his chin so that he could touch the lower edge of his face contemplatively, or what he hoped looked like contemplation and not boredom. A million and one ideas popped into his head all at the same time and the naga ruthlessly shoved each and every one of them into the file cabinet inside of his mind, something he had judiciously built years ago when he had been a nagaling first honing his abilities, as he tried to organize everything out all at once. He wasn't about to give these assholes anymore than the two and a half hours he had been paid for and upon checking his inner reserves of etheric energy the naga could see that he had more than enough power to do something more complicated. Blinking, something that was rare for serpents like himself to do since most where throwbacks to the days when snakes didn't have eyelids, the naga grabbed for a quick thought form and prepared himself to exert himself into the effort of pulling the 'trick' off, when the gods suddenly seemed in the mood to tease him today.

"Let's see you cut a lady in half next!" Someone shouted and instantly the cobra's lips fell into a frown before he shook his head and then laughed openly at the moron sitting in the third row, six seats to the left of the back door. Idiot, the naga thought venomously, how about I cut you in half and then swallow your bleeding carcass down my throat while everyone watches? That's show the furless spectators something really impressive now wouldn't it? Never let it be said that the cobra didn't have restraint as he opened his mouth to playfully tease the human in front of him with a slip of his thin, whip-like tongue. Another reason why the naga was so annoyed, his agent, who happened to be a friend of the family and his god parent, had trapped him in a room full of sweaty, stinking apemen, sans the fur, well for some of them anyway, when the man knew he HATED humans. Well hate would be too strong a word. Actually the naga found them delicious. Preferably with two baked potatoes loaded with stir fried vegetables, some carrots and bread rolls. Just the thought alone made the cobra reach down, unconsciously, to pat his stomach as he tried to cast aside his growing hunger. He hadn't eaten this morning so his rising ire was due in part to the fact that he was getting hungry, something his agent liked to tease him about as the other man often called him a baby for getting grumpy when he wasn't fed.

By decree of the Ordinance of Anthro and Human Coalition, no anthromorphs was allowed to prey on humans. Period. Anyone found doing so would be executed swiftly and without so much as a trail into their defense. The dummies at the O.A.H.C had decided that humans were off limits after a civil war nearly broke about between the anthromorphs and humans some hundred or so odd years beforehand and so the order had been put into place to stem the angry tide of bloodlust that had been surging on the humans side of the fence. Long story short, while many predator anthros had much of their 'wild' instincts still intact not many wanted to go along with a war that had little meaning and almost no positive outcomes at the end of things, despite the handful or so that didn't care about the consequences. It hadn't been an easy thing getting the many different species together to work with humans, but when you got right down to it, humans...weren't so bad, despite their horrendous body odors and other assorted smells. Personally however, the naga didn't care one way or another about eating the furless creatures as he had done so twice before even though both of those times had been in self-defense, the smallest leeway that had been established by a hidden clause in the O.A.H.C's law. Tasty, yes. Worth the trouble, no. Which was another reason the naga was so testy around the little things, they were just so plentiful and reproduced quickly. Why shouldn't others be able to...cull the herd by snacking on a few of them, every now and again?

Shaking his head for a second time the naga viciously burned such a thought into cinders, if only because he wasn't looking to deal with it for the duration of the show, or have to explain himself to his godparent when the man decided to call him out over it. That man could bellow and nag worse than any housewife when he got going and the cobra was not interested in a longwinded sermon about who was paying the bills for the both of them. So giving a sigh,

"No thank you. I'm not looking forward to having to readjust certain 'parts' should I fallen head over heels for some of these beautiful creatures enjoying my presence today." A husky rumble of his throat and quiet hiss at the end and many of the woman, some who looked like they shouldn't have come out while the sun was shining, giggled coyly at the naga while he spread his charms, both magical and visceral, out across the crowd before him. Such a simple trick it was really, to hypnotize the minds of others by whispering into their inner ears. After all, being a cobra meant that the naga was privy to a wellspring of mystical talents that came innate to him and his people, thanks to his forefathers that was. I wonder how humans would take it if they knew...the magician stopped himself from thinking his next thought before he could start something he didn't want to finish. Nah, the naga thought derisively, let's not get a mob started amongst the natives. The chuckle that came from the serpent next could have chilled the souls of any who would have been a foot or so close to the cobra as slipped his lips up from over his fangs and then hissed pleasantly to himself.

Of course that hiss became much more vicious when several of them men began to boo him openly. Green slit eyes snapped open and then narrowed as the human males around him began to jeer at him rudely. Rolling his orbs before taking a long winded sigh, the naga could guess that some of the creatures had taken offense to his jibe and now were in protect mode as they wanted to assure themselves that none of their women would take more than a passing fancy towards the handsome serpent later on after the show. As if, the naga snorted.

"Well now, I'm sorry to disappoint, but I do stand by my words and principals. However, I am amicable to many things and happenings in life, so how about a compromise?" That shut the crowd down as everyone looked to the impressive cobra with curious eyes. Illuminated underneath the too hot stage lights as he was the serpent's glimmering green and white colored scales shone like jade crystals as the naga swayed his upper body back and forth while looking over at the audience before him. "How about I chose someone from the crowd, who'd be comfortable with being changed into something of my choosing and then assist me for the rest of h...I mean...the rest of their duration with me up here on stage?" The naga faked a grunt-like cough as he pressed one of his taloned hands up over his boxy muzzle.

Never let them know that you have complete control, it'd make them more cautious to the susceptibility of being mind fucked, the cobra chided himself as he nearly forgot this fundamental rule in using hypnotism on others. Though unforgivable in the karmatic aspect life, the serpent was not above making some wiggle room open up so that he could slip some of his own desires into the mix of things. Besides, was it really wrong to try and spice things up in life every now and again?

Murmurs came from the crowd as everyone seemed not to know what to think. The naga chuckled secretly as he watched the audience all at the same time while categorically isolating each and every person down by sight and scent with the help of his long forked tongue as he looked for the one that he would make into something he could possibly own once the show was over. Always a trick to do as each town and city differed in who they made into an outcast, the naga was undeterred as his long, prehensile tongue snaked out from between his scaled lips to taste stale the air surrounding him for the one he wanted. It took several seconds, the cobra letting the human's mind shift back and forth over the idea of one of them being taken by this strange snake -- herd mentality in full effect -- but the naga was more than sure that the humans would relent and let him have his way once their idle curiosities got the better of them. Like they have a choice either way, the cobra sneered darkly. A sudden taste of something familiar in the air and the cobra's hooded head was instantly turning to regard a certain inconspicuous looking human within the crowd. Green slit eye narrowing down to almost thin invisible lines, the naga looked at the bespectacled human for several long seconds before he found himself beaming without meaning to.

Mine, the serpent thought cruelly. All form of show and grandeur quickly leaving the serpent's face as he found the one that would become his on this day.

"I've found my chosen," The cobra spoke truthfully, his face lifting into a dark smile as he kept his vision locked onto to his soon to be pet. "Now, watch as I pull him over to me without having to utter a word," Verbally that is, the naga thought as he reached up to wave a hand over and above his head before causing the lights above him to dim and then flicker.

Come to me, my sweet one. The hypnotic words seemed to pull free from the serpent's very being as he slowly swayed his body back and forth while blinking his darkening eyes at the glass wearing human down in front. A steaming, but quiet hiss of magical energy literally oozed from off of the cobra's scales as the naga danced an old dance of his people while pulling one of the flock from the herd. Come to me and be mine. Slowly, ever so slowly so that the spell wasn't broken, the naga hissed and then crooned as he pulled the little human to him while keeping all others out of reach from bothering the youth's addling mind. Physically the only thing that happened was that one person out of the crowd got up, leaving his seat to scrap across the floor behind him with a loud creak, and then walked himself over to the front of the stage where the magician was waiting for him. On a mental level though, the naga had captured the human's small, fragile and already damaged mind and cast a subtle, but sweet wind across the broken shards so that the splintered pieces found themselves tumbling towards the cobra and alternatively forcing the rest of the male's mind to give chase on instinct. It took an almost trifling amount of effort for the cobra to enthrall the young man as the serpent cast his unseen will over the fragmented pieces of the human's broken psyche. Like a bird caught in the gaze of a python the wounded creature moved without thought as he looked for clemency within the cobra's scaled embrace. Wading through the other's deteriorated thoughts the naga looked upon the leftover mess with disdain as he could see that the human was scared mentally and emotionally so deep that he put a china plate that had been upon hard concrete to shame. Deepening his gaze to stare at the bleeding mirrored fragments that had come apart from the whole of the youth's consciousness the cobra found the largest piece and then grabbed at it with his own spirit and nearly recoiled as the sounds and sensations of the young man's past trails cut into him deeper than a blade pulled directly from a heated forge,

"I am not gay!" The youth's tenor voice shouted at an unseen figure which happened to be accusing him, or appeared to be accusing him.

"Stop it!" Another image, this time with the bespectacled human trying to ward off shadows that were hurting him physically as he lay curled onto the ground

"I don't want to do this!" A flash and the naga found himself staring at an nondescript place that felt like bar while someone, a woman, danced on his lap.

"Why can't you just accept me for who I am!" This time the human was staring a picture of others that looked reminiscent of himself.

"I hate it..." A large mirror stood in front of the glasses wearing boy and the naga could see the withered look on the other's face growing more and more profound as the youth's spirit slowly began to give.

"Leave me alone..." All of the faces and voices that trailed passed moved too quickly to be seen.

"Go away..." Now there were no more shadows dancing around, only silence and lonesomeness.

"I'm tired of this..." The mental world tethered on the brink of collapsing.

"somebody...please...help me..." And finally the naga had to pull back less he himself be broken along with the youth.

Those shimmering shards, teeming with sadness and regret while at the same time being so depressingly beautiful, glowed with an almost ethereal in their brilliance as they sparkled within the darkness of the human's mind. The fact that the shard were resonating with soulful screams into the cobra's own mind put a slight damper on their majesty however, as the naga found himself hissing painfully while closing the door on his own mental fortress. Shaking his head and steeling his will the magician watched as the young man followed along the trail of thought he sent out for the human all the way until the boy was up onto the stage next to him. Secretly howling with silent cries of both anguish and insecurity, the naga found himself wanting to swallow the boy whole and savor the agony the other was suffering through, if just so that he could finally choke that turmoil free from the human's mind as he snuffed the very essence of the youth pain from out of the furless creature's body. Though twisted enough in its truthfulness, the naga also wanted to do the same to the human's flesh as he devoured the youth into the pit of his dark belly and finally gave the other the ending demise that the young man so desperately yearned for.

"Hello there," The naga finally said, snapping the human from his hypnotic daze which then cause the startled man-child to blink and then flip his head around wildly as he tried to figure out where he was at. Having never consciously chosen to get up on stage with the thirty foot long snake the youth rapidly began to deviant into a fight-or-flight mindset, and oddly enough it looked as though fight was about to win out, something that surprised the naga greatly.

"What I am doing up here?" The boy, no, the young man's words were hard and strong and a sudden shudder racked up the side of the naga's green and white scaled form as he looked upon the human bemusedly. Obviously, this one was not a simple lamb to be led to the slaughter, despite the broken shard of consciousness that dotted the human's mind like star drops during a moonless night sky. What fun it will be to have this one for my own, the serpent thought as he hid a smile behind one of his scaled hands.

"You came up here willingly, a eager guest to visit me, I will assume, as only you were ensnared by my voiceless words," The naga teased the human and was rewarded by a growing blush appearing on the youth's face as he noted chocolate colored cheeks slowly darkening with the rushing onset of blood.

"No way! You must have said or done something!" Denial and accusation, thy name is man, the naga quipped silently.

"Everyone," The naga turned to face the audience and found each of the humans baffled in turn, though for various reasons. "Did I say one word to this young man here before he came up onto my stage?" At his question a wave of negative responses flooded the auditorium. "See," The naga turned to regard the young man, who seemed very, very frightened all of a sudden. "You came on your own, just as I knew you would."

"Why in the hell did I do that!?" The dark skinned human shouted, though more to himself than the cobra leering back at him.

"Because you want what I can offer. And what I can offer," The serpent cut off the youth's question before he could begin it with a sudden rise of his green mottled hand, stilling pretty lips that looked so full and delectable now that they were closer to him. "is escape. Escape from the world. From your problems. And from yourself. If only for a little while." Or forever, the naga thought, but he was going to save that for later on.

"Ok man,"

"Naga,"

"Whatever! You're freaking me out here! I'm not gay and I'm not into this magic shit, so I'm now going to leave!" The young man turned to walk away, looking for everything like a startled rabbit that was going to take flight speed away from the serpent, but the cobra wasn't going to have any of that. A quick, but firm hiss and the youth was frozen into place.

"I never said you were gay," Though we both know that you are. "but I do question as to why, if you aren't into this 'magic shit', as you call it, are you here at my show?" The serpent slid himself over and across to where the youth was currently frozen into place by streams of etheric binds that the other couldn't see and then slowly brought himself around so that much of his upper green and white scaled body was between his human and the rest crowd. Looking the bespectacled human deeply into his dark chocolate orbs the naga reached up and took the young man's glasses from off of the youth's face and then folded their ends together so that he could pocket the eyewear the small bag of the waist pouch he had on. Being what he was the only thing that would fit his large serpentine form save his armor was the tiny satchel the naga had strapped around his lower end where his chest met the rest of his serpentine form.

"I came because it was free. My sister won some tickets at a raffle and then gave them to me, ok? I don't even believe in magic!" The human looked scared now, actually in truth the young man was more frightened than he had been before because without his glasses he felt essentially naked in front of the enchanting looking snake. The fact that the outer edges of the world were slightly blurred to him didn't help as the dominating presence of the naga made everything seem to almost slip out of focus as brown eyes rolled themselves up and down the, somewhat muscular torso belonging to the cobra.

Liar, the serpent thought as he flicked his tongue out along the space separating him from touching the youth's nose as he tasted the scent of aether and sweat lining the other's skin. The young man's pores with almost drenched in the leftover dregs of whatever kind of magic he had been attempting to utilize and upon judging the flavor of it against his tongue the magician found him mouth watering as he longed to take a deeper lick along the dark brown grooves of the human's skin. And though the cobra wasn't exactly sure of what kind of mysticism the other had been practicing at, the naga could tell that the young man was someone of more than a meager amount of skill when it came to using esoteric arts and crafting, if just by the way he struggled against the ties holding him in place in for the cobra's amusement. However, as to what varying levels of success the other had gotten to, or to what purpose the youth had found himself prying into the arcane arts, the serpent was at a slight loss. It was obvious that the human hadn't been here to try and learn from him; otherwise his mind would have been more properly shielded from such pitiful attempts at hypnotism the like of which the magician had used. Had the other been able to somehow escape from his wordless call however, the naga would have had no problem used his long and sensual tail to coil the human up against his body, but this was a magic show after all. The cobra had to keep in mind that he was being paid to make it look as though everything he was doing was purely mystical in nature, when in actuality his gestures and mannerism were very rudimentary in form and concept, at least to him anyway.

"You had to believe that some of this was real, otherwise you'd never have come. After all, there is an old saying that like attracts like." The naga spoke loud enough so that everyone could hear him, even though he continued to give the crowd his naked back. "Tell me, do these words mean anything to you: wood, flame, water, and dawn?"

The youth was about to shake his head no but a firm glare from the naga made him stop and then reconsider his answer. "Y-yes..." The answer was tentative at best, but the serpent couldn't have been happier if the other screamed his reply at the top of his lungs directly into his inner ears. "What do they...?"

"Hey are we gonna get a show or not?" Someone suddenly said from behind him and it took everything that the naga had not to roar his fury out at the crowd when the rest of the spectators began to start up like the proverbial peanut gallery. I ask thee Quetzalcoatl and Yulungur to give me strength! The naga though viciously as his face contorted into a maddening snarl, his charming muzzle quickly become a field of untold fury as the cobra spread out his hood as far as it would extend along the sides of his head. For his part the young human that had been ensnared by the serpent actually felt his insides turn to jelly as the coils behind his back began to furl and curl before slowly snaking their way around the brown skinned human's casually clothed form. Though, whether it was in fear or some primeval form of excitement at being so close to such danger the youth wasn't sure, but had he have been of the right mind the human would have bet on fear as he managed to slip a quick glance down and noted how black clawed hands were clenching and unclenching in rising anger.

"Hahah, sorry about that everyone!" The naga breathed a hiss into the trapped human's face, holding the youth ever so tightly by sheer will of his mind before he moved his upper form away from the youth's view of him until the both of them were staring out into the incensed looking audience. "I got just a touch carried away there! Do forgive me!" The serpent bowed deeply and then brought the end of his tail up so that he could use the rounded end to pat the head of his new cohort, forcing the brown skinned human to lower along with his. "I'm sure my lamentations would mean little to you so I won't bother with them, however," The naga paused before raising himself back up to smile with his previously charming smirk back at the group of humans. "I will now be moving on with the show! So then, ugh..." The cobra stalled as he remembered that he didn't know the brown skinned youth's name yet and now needed to rectify that quickly. "What's your name, young one?"

"Can't you figure it out?" The browed eyed human bit out as he lifted his head while brushing the serpent's tail from off of the top of his skull.

The naga hissed and then smile predatorily at that and the young man knew he had just fucked up. "Oh I can, and I would, but since you've been so responsive to my willpower so far I thought it would only be fitting for you to give something to me of your own volition. I wouldn't want to keep forcing you to give yourself over to me again and again like that, unless you wanted to, that is." The husky whisper that came from the cobra had the human shivering and clenching his teeth together as he tried not to fall into the obvious trap that had been set for him. If that wasn't a come on then the brown eyed youth didn't know what was and upon looking up and down at the serpent, he swallowed thickly as he wasn't sure that he had a problem with that, something that scared him on an almost instinctive level.

"Kenny. My name's Kenny." An palpable lie if ever there was one, but the naga had little time to pry the real name from the human right at that moment as he had people to please. However, later on, or rather soon than 'Kenny' thought, the cobra was going to get that name.

"Alright then 'Kenny', since you've come on your own you'll be my assistant for the remainder of the show. Is that acceptable to you?" The rounded nub at the end of the cobra's tail brushed gently across the human's neck where almost a foot of the naga's tail had coiled itself resolutely up against the youth's back, an unconscious attempt to physically cajole the young man on the serpent's part. While he would have normally spent a few more minutes trying to make the dark skinned human's mind a bit mushier, and infinitely more receptive to his verbal titillations, he was back on the clock again.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever." A slow cross of the arms and then naga realized that the young human's mind was becoming his own again, a definite no-no in his book. If a mental wall goes up now then I'm fucked, the cobra thought as panic tried to settle into his gut, right before his calmly kicked it away with a mental swat. Be calm, he's just a confused youth whose not fully trained and you have an hour and a half to make this work. Now settle down and just use the effort to pace yourself wisely. The magician berated himself as he breathed a harsh cough into the side of his curled palm.

"Alright then, let's begin! First we'll try..." And thus began what would be a memorable ninety minutes spent together between the naga and his new assistant and the rest of the world that watched them imploringly. Quickly the magician realized that he had done a disservice to the young man by thinking that the other was a no nothing when it came to mystical arts since the brown skinned youth proved, over and over while aiding him, that he was no slouch when it came to following the happenings of what the naga was trying to do. From making the human disappear into the back room of the stage with a flick of his hand and snap of his fingers, to conjuring up a large spotted sabercat from beyond the beyond, the young man somehow understood everything that the naga was doing, if only unsure of the how he was doing it.

By the time the show was almost over with the naga was ready preformed one last feat of magic that would forever change the beliefs of the humans that were there in the room.

"Alright folks, it's almost time to say goodbye, but before that I have one last little spell to cast and then we can all go home. Are you with me for staying just a touch longer?" A wave of cheers followed and the naga could almost feel the excitement electrifying the air. This will serve me well, the serpent though as he had nearly expunged most of his magical reserves while casting his various spells. He had almost forgotten how good it felt to be put in center of a crowd of stunned onlookers as their thoughts literally worked to empower him and because of that the cobra felt that he could summon up what little energy he had left to shock the people gaping in wonder at him to close out this once boring day. He'd never admit it out loud, but silently the naga was a touch of a narcissist when it came to being adored, it was one reason he got into this business in the first place, well that, and he didn't want to settle in some hot and humid jungle so that he could be a travel guide to lost tourist or anthropologist. How his kin put up with that the naga would never know.

"Ok then!" Turning to face the mesmerized youth that he had lured into his coils earlier the serpent whispered, "Will you help me out assistant?"

"Yes sir," Despite his lack of training the young man had guarded himself well against the naga's mental prodding and gentle physical touches, shying away, both physically and emotionally so as not to be harmed even more than he already was. It seemed as though some lessons had come hard for this one and the naga was vehement in his decision to make the other his own. After all, there was something beautiful in the spirit of the other male that called out to the cobra in spite of everything the boy had been through. And yet, after an hour of playfully touching the young man's lanky body, hissing into the brown eyed human's ear and whispering to him words of indescribable promises of yet to come, the human had finally relented much of his mental fortitude and surrendered a large portion of himself over to the cobra.

"Alright then," The serpent slid himself over to the only piece of furniture that he had summoned up onto the stage, a low setting table that had been resting in the back room until just thirty minutes prior, and then chuckled darkly as he subtly clawed a few patterned shapes into the wood with one of his talons. Without making any arcane gestures that the audience could the cobra simply patted the uncomfortable surface of the wood once he was done gently and then turned his head to hiss quietly at his...assistant. "please sit up here so that we can begin, also do be good and take your clothes off beforehand."

Where there should have come angry retort only came a silent stare of confusion as the brown skinned human curled himself slightly into himself while looking at the larger form of the magician. A contest of wills passed between the two, but was soon was won out by the naga as the cobra merely nodded to the youth and then watched as the other slowly began to peel his clothing from off of himself. Shirt, jeans, socks, shoes and finally down to the boxers he had on, all came off at the behest of the serpent, before the young man laid himself down onto the table that was charging with energy. The naga was quick to shield his prize from the lustful eyes of the other humans with his masculine bulk however, when the heat of want began to billow out from onlookers below the stage. A rumbling hiss of anger seeped out from between the cobra's lips but it soon fell silent as the magician looked to the young man lying prone; if not slightly tense, before him. Body spread out as far as far it could get on the somewhat too small worktable, the naga was quick to move himself over the youth before taking his hands and then rubbing them deftly along the curves of the brown skinned torso in front of him.

"For my next and final act, I'll turn Kenny here into something more befitting of his lovely form," The slip had flown free before the naga could catch it, but by this time the cobra was too lost in his own little world of fascination to really care what the others down below would think as he focused his attention on the gangly form of the slightly underfeed human that was soon to be his consort while adoration shimmered in his green slit eyes. A quiet series of murmurs went off behind the naga's backside but they paled in comparison to the serpent's own whispers as the green and white scaled magician summoned up forces that he hadn't been prepared to bother with today in a desperate, but resolve plea to get said forces attention.

The lights on the stage, which had befuddled the crewmen working up top to fix them after they had started to flicker on and off at the naga's earlier command, now went completely dark as the aether within the auditorium hissed and popped like static electricity throughout the entirety of the building. The naga was still whispering as he called to one of the unnamed spiritual planes to ask them for a heavy favor that would be paid at the price of a part of the naga's life, or something just as equally valuable, at a later date. While it might have been said by others to the contrary, it was mildly surprising how fast spirits and other beings made themselves known when one waved a tangible offer into their faces. Animals spirits, while finicky in their own right as they were allowed to be because of their wild and untamed nature, usually made good on forging pacts and bonds with the naga and today was proving thusly so as many sparkling lights appeared up above and around the cobra's head. What the onlookers thought were just flashy lights were in truth dozen up dozen of brilliant life forms that were in their purest state of being, which happened to be that of conscious and sentience without physical matter hampering their existences. Words, old and melodic, quickly shot out of the naga's lips as he hissed and called, prayed and begged for one of the animal spirits to inseminate the body below them with their energy which the serpent would then use to mold and shape Kenny in whatever form he could visualize within his mind's eye. Several of the lights immediately went out, followed by almost a dozen more, until finally only two remained. The naga was surprised that, that many had stuck around because what he was asking was almost blasphemous, but again, spirits can surprise when they felt like it.

The two energy collectives, one white as snow and the other as yellow as sunshine, clashed together in a small contest of wills, obviously having a debate that was growing more and more heated by the minute as sparks crashed out around Kenny and the naga, before suddenly the two stopped and then went deathly still. Down below the naga was as silent as a cemetery during the night of Yule as he blinked while huddling himself over the brown skinned human protectively. The serpent had moved without thinking as he knew that two spirits 'arguing' was tantamount to bodies being flung around if this got out of hand. The cobra would be damned first, something he was sure he already was for previous transgressions, before he allowed harm to come to his young charge as he grunted and then curled the full length of his tail around the table and the youth alternatively. Down further however, Kenny seemed totally remiss that there was something wrong with this sudden happening as the brown skinned human was simply amazed as he stared up to look while a miniature lion and eagle like creature roared/squawked at each other tersely while looming over him. Mind ablaze with sensations and words and thoughts and feelings that were not his own the young human was not prepared for what happened next as the lion and eagle huffed derisively at one another before suddenly fading out of existence. Confused and somewhat scared when silence and emptiness reigned inside of his mind two seconds afterwards, the youth was not ready to clench his hands around something warm and soft in one of his palms and then something thick and slightly downy in the other. When the immediate danger was over with the naga pulled himself back up from over his young assistant and readied himself to apologize to the other, right before he saw what Kenny was holding.

In one hand there was a single brownish white feather clutched into the youth's fist while in the other there was a dark golden brown tuft of fur being nestled between the young man's fingers. It would see that the two animal guardians had gifted the boy with some of their respective essences, an unexpected happening that made the naga nearly jaw his jaw in astonishment as blinked down at the two gifts. And though no one else could see it save the cobra and Kenny since the two items were metaphysical in construct, both man and snake had to shudder in wonder as they could literally feel the feather and tuft glowing with power while radiating faintly inside of the brown skinned human's hold.

"Will you let me have those?" The naga asked, clearly aware that if he so much as attempted to touch those gifts then he could kiss any kind of favor from any spirit in this life, and possibly the next, goodbye.

"What are you gonna do if I do?" The suspicion was one born of someone who was naturally inherent to a clan of spiritual adepts and it made the naga smile predatorily as he gazed down at the human.

"Make you into something more than you are, and possibly heal that hurt you've been carrying around for so long. That is, if you allow me to take control of every aspect of this new development." There was no lie in those words, but something was hidden that made the human shudder on the table.

"Are you gonna hurt me?"

"No,"

"Then why am I suddenly afraid of you?"

"Because I offer you a respite from everything around you, but the price is," The naga lowered himself down to whisper directly into the youth's ear. "I get to keep you as my own forever. It's your choice as even they cannot interfere if you give yourself to me willingly." The cobra made it clear that the spirit animals could only intervene so much in someone's life, even if they were a beloved or a chosen of said animal, but ultimately the choice belonged to that individual to contend with.

The seconds stretched as the brown skinned human thought to himself while trying not to be intimidated by the naga's dominating presence as he realized that original sin must have been hell on the first humans to deal with. The temptation was there, right at his fingertips no less, to run away from all of this, to force the snake to back off and show him that he didn't need outside help to deal with the problems he kept tucked away inside of his head. And yet, the raw desire, the yearning ache to be kept like a pet by the cobra gnawed tirelessly into the youth's mind. Like a worm trying to wiggle its way into the core of an apple the promise of something more, if not all out better, kept hounding him and hammering against his will in order to make the human give in and stop his futile attempts at resisting the charming cobra that wanted to own him, both body and soul. The latter was a place that would never be taken from him as the naga would plunge into the depths of madness before allowing him to be taken away. Mulling over such thought the brown skinned youth nibbled at the bottom of his lip as he wondered about how he would feel having a place within the serpent's arms. Kenny knew that he would always have a home with cobra, no matter where fate might swing the other, but at the same time the home would be one he could never break away from, ever. The naga could do anything he wanted and Kenny would obey without protest. He could be flayed an harmed much more deeply by the looming snake hissing his forked tongue out at him patiently than by any other soul alive once his choice was made, but was it a bad one over all? Was it worth the risks to be owned by someone that he barely even knew for more three hours? But on the other hand, what else did he have to lose by turning the other away? Go back home? Yeah, right...

In the end, the choice really didn't belong to Kenny as a sudden mental prod inside of the young man's mind revealed to him all of the pieces of his spirit that had been damaged by life and those that he had put his trust in before, and, he admitted shamefully, by himself. Did he really want to try and pick up the pieces when they had made him bleed out so much before? Even his sister had, had a hard time staunching the wounds the brown skinned human received after he had injured himself once too often while trying to start to heal him.

You'll never bleed with me, only grow stronger. A voice called out to Kenny from inside of his mind and without hesitation, the promise of deliverance just too sweet to resist, the human thrust his hands out at the naga, releasing his treasures for the serpent to do as he pleased with. The cobra caught the feather and tuft of fur into both of his green and white taloned hands and squeezed on them resolutely before thrusting both of his fists at the center of Kenny's chest. Instantly the brown skinned human looked up accusingly but before he could scream or shout the magician's fingers were seeping deep into his chest and igniting a fire in him so hot that it hastily got the human panting.

"What's your real name, Kenny?" A blink of brown eyes and then the brown skinned human uttered his true name. The second after doing so the youth's body lit aglow and then naga smiled adoringly as he watched the son of man's spirit twist and then churn before expanding to fit a new form. "That's a good name, but I think I'll call you Jeremy instead for now on, okay?" A nod from the boy and soon the other let out a sudden squawk of surprise right before a shrill cry coming from his lips had everyone down below in the auditorium gasping in awe. "Say your new name for everyone, my pet."

Head bowed low the shivering human waited several seconds before he lifted his gaze up slowly to reveal bright golden orbs to the naga, hesitation making the other wet his lips before parting them to do as commanded. "Jeremy. My name's Jeremy." And then the boy passed out, just in time to miss his beak pulling forward from against his once dull human face.

"Good boy. You'll do nice as my adorable bed warmer." The naga said while slowly relieving his hands from out of the transmogrifying human's chest cavity. "My name is..." But by then Jeremy was too far lost to unconsciousness to hear the serpent's words.