Anyta was surprised to find the road quite empty, the centre of Halford city had once been filled with life and even after the fantastic's began to riot and take over it was still heavily populated but on that day it was unusually quiet, the naga thought little of the street being empty, she was not a fool to think that there were not a dozen eyes watching her from the tall buildings all around.<br/><br/>The white skinned beauty slowed her pace as she passed a badly dented car, it's windows had long since been broken and the paint had begun to flake after being left for so long in the harsh weather. The naga placed a hand on the bonnet slightly and sighed, she once owned a car similar to it, a memory now of her former life and of course not needed considering her legs were a thing of the past. Anyta pulled her hand away taking the dust with her and leaving a faint handprint on the bonnet, the naga continued to slither on down the road.<br/><br/>Anyta's passenger, the unknown fantastic, had long stopped moving but their form was still quite solid. The naga had caught them the day before and had enjoyed their squirms, she didn't want to admit to herself that she took pleasure from such a thing but her instincts had grown more dominant. While some of her memories had returned from her previous life her instincts had also grown far more dominant leaving the naga a woman of two halves, she wanted to talk, to sing and feel joy but Anyta also wanted to stuff herself, to feel her tail packed with fresh meals. Her instincts were gradually winning, Anyta knew she was growing feral with every day that passed but refused to accept it.<br/><br/>In an attempt to hide the truth Anyta puckered her plump lips and calmly began to whistle, from her lips came a broken melody, some forgotten song she had enjoyed in the past, anything to keep her focused on the path ahead and not her feral nature breaking through.