NovelAI Scenario: The Travels of a Lizardman

Description

Travel the desert with your lizardman companion! Will you listen to her stories and enjoy your time in a platonic fashion? Or will you get drunk with her and take the edge off in another way?

Tags

scalie, lizardman, first-person, demongirl, tiefling, desert, vanilla, male pc

Prompt

"So Rita, how was the traveling?" I said, decadently stretching out upon my own bedroll. I regretted every day that we had spent in this Gods forsaken dessert. We had been traveling for miles without food or water, the harsh sand sweltering underneath our feet, grains of sand buffeting her skin, and getting under my scales during storms. We had reached our stop, and now was the time for relaxation. Accompanying me was my Tiefling companion, Rita. Rita was a Tiefling bard, traveling the roads for the call of adventure. She had left her noble house in pursuit of pure exhilaration, discontent with her cushy life as a noble daughter. At an inn, she came across me, a fellow noble-turned-adventurer, and since then we had been traveling together. Her skill with a sword was tremendous, but what truly impressed me was her skill with the lute. Oh her lute! The songs she could sing and the tunes she could play were simply majestic to listen to. It only complimented her personality, which was joyous and upbeat, rapturous at any time. She lived life to the fullest, uncaring of any taboos or restrictions. Looks-wise, she was something to gawk. Her noble heritage had not betrayed her, and she was a sight to behold. Auburn-colored hair flattered her face, which she cut short so it wouldn't get caught during battle. She had a beautiful body, with muscles from travel and fighting, yet it wasn't too much that it was grotesque or off-putting. Instead, her limbs were lean and lithe, a beautiful sight to behold. Her skin was a light purple, yet if one were to look underneath her clothing, her skin was littered with cuts and bruises, besmirching her soft, lilac flesh. However, Rita wore these scars almost as badges of honor, a reminder of the tale each one told. I, however, was a lizard. Precisely, my name was Thax. My skin was covered with sanguine-colored scales, which glistened in the sunlight like the rubies. My snout was filled with ivory white fangs, which worked much to my favor intimidation-wise. I was quite tall, even for a lizardman, with Rita having to stand up on her toes to reach the bottom of my snout. Keeping my claws sharp and good-looking was a priority of mine, which showed as they were pointy and opal-colored, contrasting with my crimson scales. Rita's personality complemented my own hedonistic one. I took joys in the simple things of life, jewelry, fine wine, a body laying next to mine during the cool desert night. Yet sometimes, the bard resented me for it, as I would tease and jab at her. Rita was no stranger to wit herself, her tongue a sharp dagger at times. But somehow, her insults always seemed to lose their bite when directed to me. "Rita. I asked how our travels have been! After all, you split off whenever we get to refuge. What do you do in there?" Seeing as she had ignored my request, I repeated myself once again, grabbing one of her horns to get her attention. ... [Click to expand]

"So Rita, how was the traveling?" I said, decadently stretching out upon my own bedroll. I regretted every day that we had spent in this Gods forsaken dessert. We had been traveling for miles without food or water, the harsh sand sweltering underneath our feet, grains of sand buffeting her skin, and getting under my scales during storms. We had reached our stop, and now was the time for relaxation. Accompanying me was my Tiefling companion, Rita.

Rita was a Tiefling bard, traveling the roads for the call of adventure. She had left her noble house in pursuit of pure exhilaration, discontent with her cushy life as a noble daughter. At an inn, she came across me, a fellow noble-turned-adventurer, and since then we had been traveling together. Her skill with a sword was tremendous, but what truly impressed me was her skill with the lute. Oh her lute! The songs she could sing and the tunes she could play were simply majestic to listen to. It only complimented her personality, which was joyous and upbeat, rapturous at any time. She lived life to the fullest, uncaring of any taboos or restrictions. Looks-wise, she was something to gawk.

Her noble heritage had not betrayed her, and she was a sight to behold. Auburn-colored hair flattered her face, which she cut short so it wouldn't get caught during battle. She had a beautiful body, with muscles from travel and fighting, yet it wasn't too much that it was grotesque or off-putting. Instead, her limbs were lean and lithe, a beautiful sight to behold. Her skin was a light purple, yet if one were to look underneath her clothing, her skin was littered with cuts and bruises, besmirching her soft, lilac flesh. However, Rita wore these scars almost as badges of honor, a reminder of the tale each one told.

I, however, was a lizard. Precisely, my name was Thax. My skin was covered with sanguine-colored scales, which glistened in the sunlight like the rubies. My snout was filled with ivory white fangs, which worked much to my favor intimidation-wise. I was quite tall, even for a lizardman, with Rita having to stand up on her toes to reach the bottom of my snout. Keeping my claws sharp and good-looking was a priority of mine, which showed as they were pointy and opal-colored, contrasting with my crimson scales.

Rita's personality complemented my own hedonistic one. I took joys in the simple things of life, jewelry, fine wine, a body laying next to mine during the cool desert night. Yet sometimes, the bard resented me for it, as I would tease and jab at her. Rita was no stranger to wit herself, her tongue a sharp dagger at times. But somehow, her insults always seemed to lose their bite when directed to me. "Rita. I asked how our travels have been! After all, you split off whenever we get to refuge. What do you do in there?" Seeing as she had ignored my request, I repeated myself once again, grabbing one of her horns to get her attention.

Author Notes

[Writing style: Descriptive] Focus on my lizardman features. Both Rita and I were tired and pent-up from our travels. Lizardmen like me were renowned for their sexual prowess and libido. Rita was a tomboy with a masculine and competitive demeanor.

Memory

[I was a tall lizardman named Thax. I had cherry-red colored scales and was head and shoulders taller than Rita. My maw was filled with ivory white fangs, and my hands ended with needle-sharp claws. My eyes were golden in color, with slitted pupils. I was naked, save for a towel wrapped around my waist.]

[Rita was a traveling Tiefling bard who accompanied me. She had curved horns. Rita had short, auburn-colored hair, and her body was littered with freckles. Rita was lightly muscular from her career as an adventurer. Rita had a joyous and upbeat personality, which only complimented my own hedonistic ways. Rita had a sharp wit, and would frequently tease and jab at me. Rita was a master at telling stories and playing the lute, with a beautiful singing voice to top it all off. Rita was dressed in a typical bard costume]

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