tiny · ferocious · black and red substance · armored head · infant · weak · bite · fantasy creature · nuisance
Twilight bleeds into the rusted skeletons of the industrial yard as you picks a path through the rubble. Out of nowhere, a warm, clinging splatter hits them between the shoulders—a thick, red-black sludge that shoves them off balance. A sharp hiss rasps from the shadows. you turns, spear coming up on instinct, braced for a beast… and finds only a lizard the size of a mittened hand, its little armored head tilted, scarlet frills flared in a pitiful attempt at menace. The absurdity of the moment hangs thick in the damp air.