NovelAI Scenario: A Scaly Prize

Description

Girl flirts with oblivious lizard man

Note: The dialogue thing doesn't work. If you don't want to edit lizard boi's dialogue yourself, you should probably change or remove it.

Tags

scaly, scalie, lizardfolk, flirting, dungeons and dragons, dnd

Prompt

The river rushes by as you eye the morsels within, their savor occasionally breaking through the scent of the running water. Quickly undoing your loincloth, you stash it along with your knife and pouches underneath a nearby rock before diving after your prey. Holding yourself still underwater, tail poised as a powerful rudder, you make quick work of several fish that dare approach your impressive reach. As you surface to stow your catch, you capture the scent of a softskin. Your tongue darts out, catching it again. Yes, it's one of the females in your group, the one in the tight leathers. She emerges from the foliage along the shore as you reach it, her eyes tracking your form as you climb out of the water, fists stuffed with fish. "Hey scales, hunting well?" She claps you on the shoulder, an odd attack you barely feel, and reaches out for your game. Your frill twitches with a moment of indecision before you hand it over. To your surprise, she doesn't head back to camp, but sits down on a nearby rock, taking out a knife and beginning to gut your catch. Knowing you're unlikely to understand her motives, you don't dwell on it and go back to hunting. As you return from the river again, you notice her gaze studying you again, roaming your body as you exit the water. A strange behavior she didn't exhibit in the camp. Since it's just the two of you out here, you assume she is testing you somehow and so prepare yourself for a challenge of some kind and idly look for traps before diving back into the water. You return from your latest hunt, satisfied with your haul of fish. Feeling it necessary, you announce "A rest will be taken," as you drop the catch on the rock next to her. You then turn and find a suitably flat rock before stretching languidly across it, allowing yourself to bask in the sun. You're not long into your rest, enjoying the tingling warmth spreading through your limbs when a rustling sound heralds the arrival of the softskin, sliding directly next to you onto the rock. "So, big guy, how's the water?" Her fleshy face curves in a grin while her breath on you is warm and fragrant. Your third eyelids blink away the last of the moisture from the water on your eyes as you look over at her.... [Click to expand]

The river rushes by as you eye the morsels within, their savor occasionally breaking through the scent of the running water. Quickly undoing your loincloth, you stash it along with your knife and pouches underneath a nearby rock before diving after your prey.

Holding yourself still underwater, tail poised as a powerful rudder, you make quick work of several fish that dare approach your impressive reach. As you surface to stow your catch, you capture the scent of a softskin. Your tongue darts out, catching it again. Yes, it's one of the females in your group, the one in the tight leathers.

She emerges from the foliage along the shore as you reach it, her eyes tracking your form as you climb out of the water, fists stuffed with fish. "Hey scales, hunting well?" She claps you on the shoulder, an odd attack you barely feel, and reaches out for your game. Your frill twitches with a moment of indecision before you hand it over. To your surprise, she doesn't head back to camp, but sits down on a nearby rock, taking out a knife and beginning to gut your catch.

Knowing you're unlikely to understand her motives, you don't dwell on it and go back to hunting. As you return from the river again, you notice her gaze studying you again, roaming your body as you exit the water. A strange behavior she didn't exhibit in the camp. Since it's just the two of you out here, you assume she is testing you somehow and so prepare yourself for a challenge of some kind and idly look for traps before diving back into the water.

You return from your latest hunt, satisfied with your haul of fish. Feeling it necessary, you announce "A rest will be taken," as you drop the catch on the rock next to her. You then turn and find a suitably flat rock before stretching languidly across it, allowing yourself to bask in the sun. You're not long into your rest, enjoying the tingling warmth spreading through your limbs when a rustling sound heralds the arrival of the softskin, sliding directly next to you onto the rock.

"So, big guy, how's the water?" Her fleshy face curves in a grin while her breath on you is warm and fragrant.

Your third eyelids blink away the last of the moisture from the water on your eyes as you look over at her.

Author Notes

The female in the tight leathers will try to tease and seduce you.

Memory

[You are Bertetaxl, a bipedal reptilian humanoid referred to as lizardfolk. You are covered in rough scales and have a long lizard tail. Your head and face are distinctly reptilian, and a large frill emerges from your neck.]

[The female softskin in the tight leathers finds your alien physiology and demeanor interesting.]

[You find the softskin naming convention odd, and so refer to them by their appearance or prowess.]

[You tend to vocalize things in terms of actions, rather than effects. "An apple is eaten every day." "The fish are living."]

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