His Rightful Place<br />
F/M, Naga/Pika, Head<br />
First, Willing Prey, Concensual, Fatal, Digestion, Implied Scat<br />
Ocho was awake well<br />
before his mistress, sitting cross-legged on the stone floor as the<br />
sun rose. A gentle wind blew through the chamber, ruffling his<br />
rust-brown fur slightly, but Ocho didn't react. He just sat, watching<br />
the coils of green a few yards in front of him.<br />
The coils stirred,<br />
making the pika sit up straighter. His ears twitched as the soft<br />
sound of scales on stone slithered through