He certainly was nothing fear-inspiring...barely 4'5", all bundled up in a simple cowled brown monk's robe, the only thing showing from it was the tip of his snout, deep sapphire blue scales sparkling in the sunlight as he walked down the street, and his tail, dragging along the ground behind him. the tiny lizard walked through the crowds as if no one else existed, simply walking straight through, ignoring the people he knocked aside. finally, he encountered someone who wouldn't move out of the way, a big burly man who turned to look down at the tiny cowled figure who had run into him, and was now waiting patiently for him to move.
Man:"what th- you blind or somethin'? don't know how to go around somebody? well? you gonna say somet'in?"
the tiny figure tilted its head back, the hood sliding off its reptilian head to reveal more of the same deep sapphire blue scales. twin swirling pools of grey stared piercingly at the man. its lips parted, even rows of needle sharp, perfectly even white teeth flashed as it spoke.
lizard:"move...now."
the man's face turned red as he looked down at this tiny lizard, calmly regarding him like some piece of meat.
man:"WHAT?! I don't think I heard you right! cuz it sounded like you were tellin' me what to do! who the heck do you think you are?"
the tiny blue lizard's eyes began to turn a shade of violet, swirling faster now, as he smiled. a chill, humorless smile, devoid of any human emotion. once again he spoke, his voice a whispered hiss, audible over the sounds of the crowds gathering around the two.
Lizard:"should you continue to bar my way, I will have to give you my name, so that you may tell Charon who sent you to him without fare. now, stand aside Peon."
this was too much for the man, who, his face turning an angry shade of purple, reached down for the lizard, roaring something about "teaching him a lesson". the lizard made no motion at first, then, without even disturbing his cloak, he dropped to the ground, one leg sweeping across the man's ankles, whilst his tail snapped up to grasp the cloak and fling it out of the way. as the man fell forwards, the lizard snapped back to his feet, one hand wrapping around the man's throat, his claws drawing points of blood from either side of his windpipe. while the man gurgled and waved his hands, the lizard bared his teeth and hissed.
"you can tell them that Malqron sent you...tell the boatman that Malqron Xowan is adding another to his tab!"
with a sickening crunch, Malqron's arm muscles flexed, and the crowd screamed, while the man's twitching corpse dropped to the ground. Malqron turned his back to the corpse and shook the blood from his hand, his eyes now a blur of crimson. as the crowd watched in terror, the tiny lizard's teeth grew longer, and his scales rippled and became black, then Malqron spun about, sinking his teeth into the man's throat and his claws into the man's ribs. a strange black mist stretched forth from Malqron, encompassing the man's corpse and concealing it from view...when the mist cleared, Malqron was holding the mummified remains of what had been a very large man. clenching his claws together, Malqron stood up, letting the dust slip through his fingers and hissing in satisfaction before looking at the crowd, who backed away in abject terror at the look in his eyes...one not of anger...but of inhuman joy, and hunger. as he spoke, his eyes and scales returned to their original colors.
"do any others wish to bar my way?"
while the crowds hurriedly moved away from him, parting in whichever direction he moved, Malqron gestured, his cloak rising up and settling about his shoulders once more, and Malqron resumed his journey towards...
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not exactly the light amusing tale we usually have here...this is one that follows somebody decidely not nice. I'm leaving the destination open so that others can throw in their own parts, just don't ruin it with stupid crap.
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Man:"what th- you blind or somethin'? don't know how to go around somebody? well? you gonna say somet'in?"
the tiny figure tilted its head back, the hood sliding off its reptilian head to reveal more of the same deep sapphire blue scales. twin swirling pools of grey stared piercingly at the man. its lips parted, even rows of needle sharp, perfectly even white teeth flashed as it spoke.
lizard:"move...now."
the man's face turned red as he looked down at this tiny lizard, calmly regarding him like some piece of meat.
man:"WHAT?! I don't think I heard you right! cuz it sounded like you were tellin' me what to do! who the heck do you think you are?"
the tiny blue lizard's eyes began to turn a shade of violet, swirling faster now, as he smiled. a chill, humorless smile, devoid of any human emotion. once again he spoke, his voice a whispered hiss, audible over the sounds of the crowds gathering around the two.
Lizard:"should you continue to bar my way, I will have to give you my name, so that you may tell Charon who sent you to him without fare. now, stand aside Peon."
this was too much for the man, who, his face turning an angry shade of purple, reached down for the lizard, roaring something about "teaching him a lesson". the lizard made no motion at first, then, without even disturbing his cloak, he dropped to the ground, one leg sweeping across the man's ankles, whilst his tail snapped up to grasp the cloak and fling it out of the way. as the man fell forwards, the lizard snapped back to his feet, one hand wrapping around the man's throat, his claws drawing points of blood from either side of his windpipe. while the man gurgled and waved his hands, the lizard bared his teeth and hissed.
"you can tell them that Malqron sent you...tell the boatman that Malqron Xowan is adding another to his tab!"
with a sickening crunch, Malqron's arm muscles flexed, and the crowd screamed, while the man's twitching corpse dropped to the ground. Malqron turned his back to the corpse and shook the blood from his hand, his eyes now a blur of crimson. as the crowd watched in terror, the tiny lizard's teeth grew longer, and his scales rippled and became black, then Malqron spun about, sinking his teeth into the man's throat and his claws into the man's ribs. a strange black mist stretched forth from Malqron, encompassing the man's corpse and concealing it from view...when the mist cleared, Malqron was holding the mummified remains of what had been a very large man. clenching his claws together, Malqron stood up, letting the dust slip through his fingers and hissing in satisfaction before looking at the crowd, who backed away in abject terror at the look in his eyes...one not of anger...but of inhuman joy, and hunger. as he spoke, his eyes and scales returned to their original colors.
"do any others wish to bar my way?"
while the crowds hurriedly moved away from him, parting in whichever direction he moved, Malqron gestured, his cloak rising up and settling about his shoulders once more, and Malqron resumed his journey towards...
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not exactly the light amusing tale we usually have here...this is one that follows somebody decidely not nice. I'm leaving the destination open so that others can throw in their own parts, just don't ruin it with stupid crap.
------------------
New from the makers of Air in a Box!
ever find yourself in the middle of the desert, wishing you had been able to pack a gallon of water? well, now you can, with, Dehydrated Water! just add water