He looks around briefly, Taking in every last detail of thier little trap. A large rock sits nearby, sticks, and loose soil permeate the grounds vegetation. He looks up, noticing plenty of canopy cover in the large oaks as he slowly slides around the hole. He looks at the large rock and nods "This should do."<br/><br/>He leans down and plants his hands firmly into the dirt, sprawling out on the ground like the large snake that he is. Looking back over his shoulder, anyone could be impressed by his form as two coils curl around the boulder and instantly tighten. His tail opens up next to the rock and hisses as he takes a deep breath. And with a grunt, every powerful muscle underneath his scales twitches and presses firmly against his skin as he suddenly lifts the large rock off of the ground. He curls his head down to hide his strain, but holding it an inch or so over the soil, he swings the boulder around to his left and drops it in the pit.<br/><br/>He lets out a strained roar as his body reels in from that endeavor. He pants a bit and slowly gets back up on his scales. "That was heavy... But that should at least get their eyes focused away from us. Alright, lets get some junk in this hole." He slides up and with the aid of his massive body, he sweeps a pile of sticks and leaves into the pit. "Heh, legs or not, anyone would have a hard time through this."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Tasu grins ravenously, his body curls around behind him, posied to strike. "Yes I am."<br/><br/>And with that his bellyscales press firmly into the floor and his tail lunges toward's Arakin with jaws wide open! His jaws wrap around his head from the side and snap closed around his snout and the back of his head. Not even in the blink of an eye, the rest of his body leaps ontop of Arakin and with a dizzing tumble, quickly pinning him between his coils.<br/><br/>His tail slowly opens up and curls to the left. Lining Arakin's snout up with his throat. He just lays there for a few moments, murring at the sweet taste that he licks from underneath Arakin's chin. The little naga holds Arakin more like a friend that a meal, his upper body holding onto his backside and murring softly as his throat quivers open right infront of Arakin's snout. He giggles a bit as his breating tickles the soft muscles that lead into his soft body.