Even though nagas could be as swift and silent as the snakes they shared body-types with, the approaching naga was as loud as a wilder beast being chased by something. Then again, Madara wasn't aware it was a naga, for all he knew some t-rex had awoken and smelled his food.
Quickly he slipped into the dense vines behind him and peered out of the shadows with his ice-blue eyes, watching and waiting for the intruder to show up-- and he knew it would. It was times like this that Madara was glad his skin color helped him blend into the darkness as long as he stayed turned so his white stomach didn't reflect any of the fire light.
But, soon enough, the intruder came into his clearing and he nearly gasped. Not only was she naga-- but it was Sajira. A bit of rage overcame him along with the happiness to see his own kind. But more rage.
He slipped out into his clearing without a care that he was, technically, nude aside from his necklace, the tiara on his forehead, and the green ribbons on his wrists and around his neck. "Sajira. What an interesting surprise." His voice almost hissed out. He usually spoke with utter respect towards her, but the freedom gave him a bit more guts than was wise. And to the person he was set out to marry-- even if they both seemed opposed to it.
