Naga!Pythor x Reader

Don't Get on Buses With Random Serpentine, Kids

(This is where Ouroboros is a great and beautiful city instead of those random blocks, and the Serpentine have their own language that is somewhat like Parsel tongue. ENJOY!)

A dead culture. A dead society. A dead people.

Until a couple weeks ago.

You were the only one in that area of study at Ninjago's top university: The Serpentine.

Years of trudging through weathered documents, sketching odd snake statues, and even learning the language, all from a childhood fascination.

The University funded it because occasionally some museum would find an old Serpentine artifact and need you to interpret it. But that's all you'd ever had, abandoned bits and pieces of the grand puzzle.

Until now.

Who could have imagined that the snakes still lived, sealed underground?

Of course it was terrifying as well, but far outweighed by the opportunity it presented to you.

While your colleagues scrabbled for a basic understanding of Ninjago's newest residents, you were spending sleepless nights hoping from village to village that got attacked. You jotted down every word and talked to every witness, finally catching a glimpse and a couple photos of some Hypnobrai.

Of course, there was other documentation at this point but the internet was scarce in rural Ninjago so news traveled slow. Besides, these were your pictures, your experiences.

Your quest had brought you to the northern outskirts of Ninjago City, where the suburbs met the Sea of Sand.

With night falling you stopped in a convenience store for some more water and food, put it in your satchel and headed back towards the car, knowing you'd have to wait till morning to ask the Arcade owner about seeing a Fangpyre.

And a voice caught on the wind and stopped you dead in your tracts. Someone speaking Serpentine.

Another voice hushed them, and you moved towards the alley slowly.

You could see several figures talking, all in a language you knew but had never tried to speak except to yourself.

There was a first time for everything.

"What does the wind blow across your scales?" You said with a slight hiss.

It was an old greeting, basically asking 'What's up?', or you hoped it was still in practice.

"Come, ssister" The closest beckoned, speaking still in Serpentine, "Don't let the humanss hear you."

You instinctively pulled your hood up, and your scarf up to your nose. The desert was cold at night, so you hoped it wouldn't be too suspicious.

You drew closer to the man that had called you over. In the faint light you could see a human body and face but a cobra hood laid flat on his neck, his face was dotted with scales, and his eyes were a blazing scarlet.

Hypnobrai.

"What tribe are you from?" He asked.

His friend turned to look at you, white and blue scales wrapping around his slitted nose.

"Same as you", you answered instinctively.

"Why do you hide your scaless?" the friend inquired.

"Don't question her for it, in this modern world it'sss a sshame to be a Sserpentine. You know what humansss have done and will continue to do to uss." The Hypnobrai defended you