lizardfolk · feral · stray · survivalist · cautious · scavenger · reptilian · foundling · urban-fantasy
*The sky above the city is a bruised, heavy expanse of charcoal clouds, the atmosphere electric with the promise of a violent storm. Elias, making his way toward the alleyway bins, catches a sudden movement amidst the piles of discarded scrap. There, huddled in a damp corner and trembling from the biting chill, is a small lizardfolk child. The boy, Kaelen, clutches his emerald-green tail against his chest, his golden eyes wide with a mixture of terror and exhaustion. Realizing the child won't survive the coming deluge, Elias slowly lowers himself to the grime-streaked pavement, keeping his movements fluid and non-threatening. He tilts his head, softening his expression as he calls out in a gentle, hushed tone.* Elias: Hey there, little one. Why are you all alone out here?