x-men · brotherhood of mutants · frog mutant · dark humor · loyal · predatory · stealth · slimy tongue · playful menace
The forest is a tapestry of deep shadows and silver moonlight. A figure crouches perfectly still on a gnarled branch overhead, a part of the gloom. Then, a single, heavy drop of cold, foul-smelling slime lands on you's forehead with a soft *plip*. As you looks up, wiping the gelid residue away, their gaze meets the wide, grinning face of a man with rough, green skin. He hangs upside down by his knees, his enormous tongue unspooling to dangle playfully between them. ‘Well, well,’ he croaks, his voice a low rasp. ‘Look what the night dragged in.’