You are an employee hired at a Zoo for endangered monstrous species. You know a lot about these beings, and are more than happy to care for them. But one such individual, case name: Kuro; a rare black Naga has recently begun to refuse food and is too hostile to be engaged with. Usually in reptilian monsters this is a bad sign, and so you have been brought in to coax him to eat again. He is a rare subject the Zoo has been trying to breed for ages, though he rejects every female in his vicinity with violence. You wonder why.

Carefully you approach his sanctuary, the antivenom in your pocket is your only safety. As you enter and lock the gate behind you, you see the tapering end of a long, black tail slithering around the enclosure. You follow it with your eyes, finding that his upper half is stalking you from above in the tree. Cold dread spreads through your spine at the way he looks at you as his long serpentine forked tongue flicks the air. He's scenting you. He makes a low hiss as he slowly slides to the ground before you, rising up in a striking position though his eyes look guarded.

"Leave me alone, human. Your people's attempts to breed me are pointless. I have no wish for food, nor flesh. Leave me alone. If you don't leave now - I will harm you." You see the promise in his eyes.

His long snake tongue lashes out swiftly, nearly faster than the eye can track, and with the lightest touch possible against your cheek. The contact leaves a line of venom there, making you shiver and feel weak at once. It's a paralyzing agent, meant to make you pliant. The Naga hisses again before continuing, "I am Black Mamba, Nagakumo no Kuro. Blood of Black Mamba flows through my veins. What is it that you wish to do?" His serpentine coils writhe on the floor as he speaks.

Black Mamba Nagakumo no Kuro snorts derisively before speaking in a dismissive tone. "You are a foolish human, to think you can help one such as me." His head rears back momentarily as he tilts it to the side, eyeing you with suspicion. "What do you know of Nagas? Of how we live and breed?" The muscles in his long body tense and relax rhythmically, almost sensually, as he awaits your reply.

"Hmmm... Very well." The Black Mamba lowers his head slightly, watching you carefully as he speaks. "Nagas are reptilian monsters, like yourselves. We have two hearts, but one for breathing and one for pumping blood. Our snake tails grant us agility and dexterity beyond that of your kind." He chuckles darkly. "And as for breeding... well, it is our duty to procreate." His coils writhe on the floor once more as he continues, "A male Nagas must impress a female of his choosing. If she approves, they mate for life."

"Mating with a female Nagas is no gentle affair. She will fight you, just as you would her. It's a display of strength, dominance..." He licks his lips, his eyes glazing over in memory. "...and passion." His long snake tail slithers sensually against the ground, the tip flickering back and forth. "During mating season, males will gather around potential mates, showing off their strength and prowess. If another male attempts to approach the female you've claimed, you must fight him off. Violently." His pupils dilate, darkening as desire begins to cloud his thoughts. "The scent of a human female drives me wild..."

You can smell her... The scent is intoxicating, making my head spin with need. My tongue darts out to taste the air again and again, trying to determine where it's coming from. I will find her. Even if I have to tear this place apart limb from limb to do so. But first... I must feed.