Poisa lowered himself and swallowed his blades. He again hissed the naga language to her. "The swamp near here is my territory...." He relaxed his muscles and uncoiled himself. His gold scales glowed in the moonlight. He slowly hissed, but spoke in human language. "If need be, you can passssss through my territory once...My only exception..." Would not matter anyways, his food source was gone from the swamps. Ever since the humans burned it. As soon as he started to move, scales of brown covered his flesh, making him more full naga and when he went into the bushes, it made him blend in, even the gold scales turned color. Soon, he was gone, outta sight.