AN:// ---->Just dawned on me that I never uploaded this over here. Oo and since I don't put up much, I deiced I should share.
And yea, I know there are some issues with his face. He wasn't playing nice with me when I was working on his face. Nether was my arting style >.<.

I hope you all enjoy!<---//

----Story----
There once was a clan of Nagas who lived in the far north. An odd choice of habitat, one might think, for a naga, but this particular clan had Jotunn blood in them, so the far north suited them just fine.

Eventually a tribe of humans finally made the far north their home as well.

At first the clan tried to coexist with the tribe, being mindful to no strip the environment of resources, or to crowd them. The humans however seemed to have an instinctive dislike of the clan and often spread bad gossip among themselves about the nagas. Eventually the gossip spurred a raiding part to set out and attack the nagas.

The raid equated a massacre. Almost the entire clan was slain within a day. Only a minimum few survived, and that was by luck for most of them had been out hunting and gathering. Izaro had happened to be among those hunters.

Upon returning to their settlement, and finding what had been done, the young naga vowed vengeance. And vengeance he did have for in even less time then it took them to nearly wipe out his clan, he cleansed his native lands of the whole tribe.