<blockquote><div><cite>snakechild wrote:</cite><span style="color: #00BFFF">Sefii was washing his long blond hair in a gently lapping pool that ran off from the river and was hidden in a small glade of trees. He ran his fingers through it and poured a small amount of sweet smelling liquid onto his hands and began massaging it in. The liquid was a concoction of his own, made from crushed berries and flower extracts, designed to make his hair soft and silky and to give it a silvery shine. He smiled as he worked, enjoying the simple task and taking pride in it.<br/><br/>After washing all the nourishing goop away, he climbed up out of the pool and lay out on his favourite rock, drying off in the warm air whilst sheltered by the cover of the trees. He could hear voices nearby, some he recognised and some that he didn't. Whoever they were, he hoped his hair had dried before they saw him!</span></div></blockquote><br/><br/>Janin had been hunting, setting snares out for small game. He'd return to check them later, and hopefully he'd have some meat to cook for dinner. The human made it a point to feed himself, so he wouldn't a burden to anyone else in the pack. If he managed to get extra game, he'd  bring it back and help feed the younger nagalings. He was a part of the pack, and was bound and determined to find his place in it. He could hunt well enough with traps or his spear, and he knew what plants were good to eat, and how to gather food from the forest. He had other skills as well, and was a quick learner. Still, none of this really mattered. He was human, and would always be weaker than any naga, which meant he would never truly worthy to be in the pack, no matter how hard he tried.<br/><br/>Still, nothing could keep him from trying. In his heart, he was a naga, and to him that was all that mattered.<br/><br/>The fluffy haired blonde made his way through the woods, heading towards the pool to cool off. However, when he arrived he found someone else was already there, Sefii, sunning himself on the rock. Janin smiled, he liked him, or rather, Sefii seemed to like him. He looked at him for a moment, even wet, he looked so lovely.<br/><br/>"Sefii," he called with a wave as he came forward.