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Heads Up, Seven Up
I got tagged by so many lovely peeps for this one! Thank you all so much 💙
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From an upcoming chapter of M.O.W, meet Vitasmaya, powerful vampire lizardfolk muscle mommy and Lexlar's aunt this is not seven lines but i couldnt split it up, you understand:
She was just as tall as his Pa, nearing his seven feet with alarming closeness, and was just as broad, if not more so—a testament to her willingness to feed whenever the mood struck. Her spikes crowned a proud, muscle framed ridge, emerging from the back of her neck, several inches in height, that slipped between her shoulders and trailed down her back. To balance her shape, was her tattered dewlap, protruding from her throat and not finding its taper until the apex of her sternum.
The limbs she called her own were thick and deadly and roped with plump veins, as if someone imagined her form in stone, surged it alive with their blood and sacrificed the brilliance of their eyes so she might see. And what ferocity those two portals beheld! Gleaming like pristinely cut topazes—the most precious, luminous cores of her smoldering spirit—wrapped in fierce red scales, hunted furs and polished bones. These environs and the gauntlet of life ensured that none of her could be called delicate, shaping her instead to be a warrior even Kava would be proud to hoist on her shoulders.
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Character Voice Tag
Lets not talk about how behind I am on tags T_T thanks so much @pheita for tagging me here for this one! We're going to put all the blorbos in here because I simply ✨must✨
My phrase was: "You are going to get us killed."
AASOAF
Mariel: "P-Please think this through! We-- We could get caught, or worse killed!"
Axtapor: "Oh aye, ye been plenty wise! Near yokin' us to the devil's arse!"
Fay: "It's a wonder we don't listen to you more often. Laying on a beach somewhere with my guts ripped out sounds like a lovely way to spend an afternoon."
Wilkes: "The details have clearly escaped you. Primarily the one where you explain how we make it out alive."
Magdalene: "Thou hast fastened Yvedraniel's fury to spirits. Thine and mine."
Sartor: "My joie de vivre isé not to be gambled with!"
M.O.W
Hartim: "Ye been coaxin' Ishva."
Lexlar: "I nay take kind ta ilk o' yer sort, forcin' throats ta blades as ye been fit ta."
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Your phrase will be: "What's that supposed to mean?"
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OC Ships and Songs Tag
I was tagged by @mysticstarlightduck, here, and @pheita, here. Thank you both so much! 💙
Rules: write two to five songs from them that represent your ship between your ocs (it can be platonic or romantic or a secret third thing). then add a quote from said WIP (if possible!) underneath it.
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Mariel and Axtapor: Valentine - Laufey
This WHOLE SONG is so them I can't 😭 but these parts especially!
What if he's the last one I kiss?
What if he's the only one I'll ever miss?
Maybe I should run, I'm only twenty-one
I don't even know who I want to become
I've lost all control of my heartbeat now
Got caught in a romance with him somehow
I still feel a shock through every bone
When I hear an, "I love you"
'Cause now I've got someone to lose
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And then, the realization hit me; he would probably be more affectionate now than ever before. Such a thing could not be possible, could it? I could hardly imagine how he would be— Oh, it was too much to entertain! I smiled at him, then covered my face bashfully, giggling at the prospect. He laughed along with me but, curiously, didn’t tease me about it.
Fay and Wilkes: If We Were Made Of Water - BANKS
Perfectly encapsulates their forever will they/won't they. My angry little disasters 💙
Baby say it again
Maybe if you say it again
Maybe if you say it again
Maybe I'll believe it then
Baby say it again
Baby if you say it again
Change some words around maybe I'll believe you then
And I'm hurting from the way that this worked out
If you could rearrange your words you could've saved it
If we were made of water, we could swim around it
Can't no more
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She nodded after some moments and cupped my face in her hands. We savored one another on the decks of her ship as we’d done many times before, but not under the stars or those vast skies as before. Beneath the surface. Occulted. And this time with the limits of how high we could reach laid plainly before us. The soured reality of our demise tainted the water around us like some festering thing. There was no joy. No love. Nothing beautifully stirred. It was still and cold.
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Hartim and Lexlar: Pain and Misery - The Teskey Brothers
You guys are just getting to know these two but they and their story have lived in my heart for so long, I can't wait for you all to know it too 💚
Honey, please, whoa please
Won't you stay with me?
'Cause since you gone
It's pain and misery
Hey
I'm begging you, honey
Whoa
I want you to love me
Yeah, I want you to love me
I need you so bad
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Something about the way he had spoken the word made Eiph’ck feel strange. He turned his head, easily finding Quye’ck’s outline. He was looking back at him, but in the darkness, could not make out his expression.
“Goodnight, Eiph’ck.”
Those words, they were warm. And loud. Like a fire… They made his throat hot. They made him grateful for the darkness.
“Goodnight, Quye’ck.”
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Last Line Tag
I was tagged by a @void-botanist here, @captain-kraken here, and @mysticstarlightduck here, thank you all so much 💙💙
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A little bit from the next chapter of M.O.W which got horribly delayed due to unforeseen health crap. I'm hoping to be back on the M.O.W train next month because mama, I simply cannot get it back now. Anyway, enjoy or don't! Do whatever you want!
In and out, like lungs. In and out. Rise and fall. Rise and fall… But to miss a rise was no great thing, for another would come after the appropriate fall. It was natural. It all was.
Except for that feeling.
The rush.
It formed a strait through this existence, connecting one’s heart to that which lay beyond. A charged force, yet immoveable. Left unattended, it was dismally aimless, heralding not life but death, despite being the very source of it. And to see it was to signal violence, for how else to retrieve a thing which lay completely encased within? But to reach it was no difficulty. Anyone so inclined could root it out, but to make it bloom?
It was distinguished.
It was artful.
It meant…becoming something.
Something’s cadence could be heard in the roar of a jungle cat and in the languages formed by the mouths of men. Voices, worlds apart, yet both decrying their abounding desire to Consume—the hedonistic belief, no truth, that to ascend from this limbo, was the Right of Rights. That divinity should not be withheld nor distributed on the arbitrary design of birth. That the mere act of existing spelled a common fate—to become a grasping and blind creature.
So then, why not grasp for something more? Something higher? Something beyond? For certain, what else did that unadulterated force want if not to preserve its gluttony forevermore? To make the tremulous line between this state and the one that followed fat and efficient. To lavish the tantalizing promise of unbridled feeling, no matter its brevity. To become dizzy. To become lost. To become anything but a rise and fall.
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{Man O' War Masterpost}
This post will be regularly updated with new chapters and any pertinent material to Man O' War.
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{Wattpad Reading Link}
{Character Intros}
🩸 Quye’ck, Starved Son of Clan Lexlar 🩸
🐍 Eiph'ck, Silent Son of Clan Hartim 🐍
{Sounds of Man O' War} (Playlists!)
{Chapters}
Sacrament (Prologue/WIP Intro)
Part I: When We Were Young
Favorite (Chapter 1)
Mountain (Chapter 2)
Always (Chapter 3)
Rend (Chapter 4)
Maladjusted (Chapter 5)
Fading (Chapter 6)
Halcyon (Chapter 7)
Part II: When We Came and Went
Ebb (Chapter 8)
{Miscellaneous Writing}
Breakfast at Lexlar's (Snippet of discovery writing piece focused on Lexlar)
Underlings (Snippet from AASOAF 1 featuring Hartim and Lexlar)
Parasite (Snippet of Ch. 8)
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🩸Quye’ck, Starved Son of Clan Lexlar🩸
Hailing from a long line of proud warriors, Quye'ck follows in his forefather's footsteps by joining and rising through the ranks of the Hantaphian Armed Reserves. Their forces are the first to respond when the call for battle comes, ever proud to serve the famed House of War. Wild, fierce, and purpose-driven, these men will fight to the last breath in the name of their kin and the Goddess Kava herself. But shrouded under such heritage is another, less spoken of but no less present.
Over many generations, Clan Lexlar, proudest of these forces, discovered a way to edge out their brethren: Consumption. But such a thing does not come without a cost. That supernatural hunger must be controlled, lest it be sated in other ways. And for some, that is far easier said than done...
cw: drug use
“He’s just here, sir.” The man raised his lantern, tossing a glance at the warden trailing just behind him.
The official sighed, spotting the semi-lucid teenager just off the marked path. He was nearly slumped over, speaking to a rock in his hand.
“I think he might be Sire Mitha’s boy, but I’m not sure.” The man said as they came to a stop beside the reported vagrant.
“I’ll take it from here. Thank you.”
The man nodded, hefting the A-frame pack of freshly gathered firewood onto his back with some difficulty, and reluctantly took his leave. The warden squatted opposite the young man and lifted his head to meet the light shining from his lantern. He grimaced, dropping the rock that entertained him just moments earlier. Another sigh.
“Markham Vintar Lexlar of Hantaph. What have you gotten yourself into this time?”
He grinned, somehow recognizing his name in his dazed state. The warden released his chin and sucked on his teeth frustratedly—he reeked of starshoot. Pureleaf, by the smell of it, and clearly far too potent for the likes of him.
“And how did you end up all the way out here?”
This path was rarely traveled even during the day and normally only used by merchants coming into Miranx from Hantaph. But it wasn’t trading day. And men like the one who’d come upon him were the unfortunate sort who’d had gotten caught out by ill weather or some otherwise difficult circumstance on their way back from the wilds. Another sigh.
“We have a few options, boy. I could book you for the night and you can get a reaming worse than the last from your father when he comes to collect you tomorrow. I could leave you here for some hungry jungle cat. Or,” He sighed, unsure of where the next words were coming from, “I can bring you to my house. Let you sleep off your high and see you off in the morning.”
The troublemaker offered his response by way of a grunt. Unhelpful. The warden set down his lantern and, with some effort, lifted the young man from the ground. He strained under his weight, altogether reconsidering his benevolence. He was taller than he remembered and already thickening to resemble the massive frame his clansmen were known for. He groaned as he looped his tail into the handle of his lantern and lumbered his way home.
Breakfast the next morning was…difficult. Not because the young man was bad company, but because he was less interested in having any sort of conversation with the warden, choosing instead to fiddle with his listening stone. No good contraptions, in his opinion, but he guessed the young man’s sweetheart had its pair, judging by the speed and the whispered nature of his responses.
“You’ll be a man before you know it.” His head snapped up. “You should start acting like one. You can’t expect others to look out for you forever. You’ll drive your wife mad with worry someday if you do.”
The young man swallowed the bite he’d taken and laughed as he wiped his mouth clean. “I’m not gettin’ married, sir. Anyway, thanks for the food and for not rattin’ me out.”
The warden sighed, deciding that his attempt at a lecture had gone about as well as it was going to go, and dismissed the surprise guest from his table. The young man got on his feet, listening stone to the side of his head and a smile on his face. Part of him wished he could warn the poor creature on the other stone she was being strung along, but he supposed she would find that out soon enough. He watched as he made his way outside but, oddly, did not rush to give any sort of response to the message he’d just received. Though the reason why soon became clear.
Just through his window, he spotted the infamous Eiph’ck, a troublemaker of a different variety, carrying with him a bottle of some dark liquid and what looked to be another meal. The two greeted each other with a laugh and the Lexlar boy quickly told some story between gulps of whatever drink his friend had brought him. He sighed again, hoping that he hadn’t given him alcohol or some nonsense like that. Though he supposed neither of the thoughtless individuals were his problem. Another sigh.
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Heads Up, Seven Up
Tagged by even more lovely peeps wow 🥺
@talesofsorrowandofruin, here
@pheita, here
@lexiklecksi, here
@mister-writes, here
Thank you for continuing to include me 💙
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From AASOAF 3: in which Mariel and Lexlar first meet!
“Miss Frère. If it pleases you.”
“Nay does no.” He shook his head and spread his arms wide. “Ye see, this be a Lizardfolk tub, ain’t it, lads?!”
A cheer ripped its way from the throats of men around us as they beat their fists and tankards on tables and their feet and tails against the deck.
“And ‘haps we be pirates, aye. But we been civilfolk.” His posture straightened almost comically as he brushed one shoulder then the other and adjusted an imaginary coat. A few laughs followed. “And civilfolk deal with names proper first they meet!” He declared, flaring his dewlap proudly. The gesture elicited hisses and strange guttural sounds of confirmation from the men.
“So, tell it well, tell it true. What been yer name, lass?”
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🎭 Character Directory 🎭
Get to know the main cast of each WIP by clicking the links below! Each one will take you to their respective character intro post.
⏳ Mariel Elodie Frère of Naren ⏳
🦎 Axtapor Rehteus Oxlo of Ihama 🦎
🔮 Fay Anara 🔮
🌌 Wilkes Evos Sikthax-Seymour of Tlanxla 🌌
⚔️ Magdalene Achart ⚔️*
🧵 Sartor of Eves Moore 🧵*
🩸 Quye’ck, Starved Son of Clan Lexlar 🩸
🐍 Eiph'ck, Silent Son of Clan Hartim 🐍
Starred (*) characters courtesy of and created by @illjustpretend
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OC vs. Cockroach
Alright I had to jump on this one stat LOL thanks for the tag @mysticstarlightduck see their post here!
Rules: Rate your OCs on how well they’d fare against a cockroach
I'm going to do the casts of AASOAF and M.O.W for this one!
AASOAF
Mariel: 7/10
Mariel grew up on a farm so she's pretty used to seeing creepy crawlies around. That said she can't keep her cool around them like she can with rodents and other types of pests so she is definitely the sort to be startled by one, and call for help if there is someone nearby. Otherwise, our little lady is bucking up and dealing with it on her own.
Axtapor: 10/10
A big part of Lizardfolk diet is eating bugs including roaches. While they aren't his favorite, he's known to indulge from time to time because the wings have a nice crunch to them *chefs kiss*. So he just manhandles them whenever they're around and down the hatch they go!
Fay: 0/10
Fay grew up impoverished in the slums of a place called Saltend and on more than one occasion discovered roaches in her bed, clothes, food, hair, blankets you name it. Safe to say she was traumatized after being surrounded by them for so many years. She is definitely calling in for backup if she sees one.
Wilkes: 10/10
Even though he's a Lizardfolk, he doesn't eat roaches. Rather, he despises them because Fay hates them so he's become quite the exterminator on her behalf. He can hit one from across the room with a throwing knife and has done so on many occasions. I should add, that he also doesn't let his adoptive parents eat them either. The Sikthax-Seymour household is a roach-free zone 😤
M.O.W
Hartim and Lexlar: 20/10
So these two are from The Oasis Heartlands which is mostly jungle ergo, LOTS of bugs to eat. They hunt bugs for fun and roaches are no different but they are a little bit more sadistic with roaches than other creepy crawlies.
Lexlar will catch a bunch, enough to fill a jar, and then set them loose in an enclosed area, like a room for example, and let Hartim just go nuts trying to catch and eat them lol. Then the same thing vice-versa, Hartim will catch a bunch and release them for Lexlar. They claim it's a speed trial but they're really just playing with their food lol.
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"No se puede corregir a la naturaleza
Palo que nace doblao
Jamás su tronco endereza"
El Gran Varon, Willie Colon
translation:
(Nature cannot be corrected. The tree which is born bent, may never straighten.)
A favorite song of mine that is as tragic as it is beautiful, read more about it here.
{Part I: When We Were Young, Chapter 1: Favorite}
WC: 1758
CW: None
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Daybreak. Mandatory sunning for at least an hour. Then lessons. First in private lecture with his siblings, then outside their home for the passersby of Miranx to see. Under Pa’s instruction, of course. Then books. So many books. Books as far as the eye could see and pages turning. So many pages turning. In contest with a neighboring reader? Probably. And if it was midweek, a prayer to Kava, then to Ishva, lest one grow jealous of the other, followed by a meal. Large, usually uncarved. Maybe freshly slaughtered. Well, not maybe. Definitely. Then to bed. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
But now it was time for books and what a stack he’d gathered already! Many humble brown-black covers, some painted, some not, though all weathered, lay atop the table he’d selected in this silent hall. ‘Silent’. Softly, so softly, the world vibrated around him. Bassy, concentrated mutterings of those close by, the gentle flip and scratch produced by parchment across tabletops, and the scritch-scritch-scritching of quill tips all tickled his stapes. A reminder that silence need not equate to lifelessness. And not just around him, but in his hands too. Between those humble covers, upon those delicate pages, but most of all, along the spines.
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{Parasite}
A snippet I'm just really proud of from the upcoming Part II of Man O' War 💚
cw: death, gore, references to war
He’d been briefed just before joining his party about how dire things truly were. And not just on the side of the Emperor, but on the side of the insurgents too. Battles were lost in the usual way, one side’s prowess shining over the other, but death did not restrict its advance to the planes of combat. Men were taken by disease, starvation, and complications of bodily injury. Some by complications of the mind. But their number and cause paled against the pervasive and mysterious force that invaded enemy and ally camps like a strange mold or persistent fog. One which acted with no reason or sense. No loyalty or compassion. Altogether a creature bloated with godless desire…
The parasite of war devoured men of high and low esteem all the same. It cared not which hand wrapped round the hilt of its enemy’s blade, only that he would be left dead in its wake. And it was called such a thing, a parasite, simply because it was impossible to know where it came from, where it would go next, and which man it might take root in when it arrived there. A tall tale, surely. How could men simply die in droves, with no forewarning or discernable cause save for the frozen look of terror in their chalk white eyes?
How wrong he’d been.
Just five days into their journey, they came upon a settlement. It was a tented outpost, colloquially known as Ravma’s Rock, after the man who’d first settled it in the early days of the war. It operated primarily as an aid and scavenge operation, fueled by intercepting insurgent aid efforts and converting them to imperial assets instead. It was there they’d planned to seek a brief respite before moving on.
But what they came upon was not a beacon of relief, but a ruined paradise.
Tents lay in shreds. Wares and medicines, destroyed and scattered to the wind. Valuable rations, spoiled or otherwise tainted beyond use. Bodies, cold and heavy with death. Each one dismembered passionately, unreservedly, hatefully. Their limbs and necks curved to form wicked crescents in the blood-soaked sand, and their heads propped skyward, as if waiting for some divine being to descend from that vast expanse above.
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"Where are you going, boy?
When did you get so lost?
How could you be so blind?"
Goliath, Woodkid
{Part II: When We Came and Went, Chapter 8: Ebb}
WC: 3165
CW: death, gore, depictions of war
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Preview below the cut! Read the full chapter on Wattpad 💚
“Yeshenda malewya!”
The group stirred.
“Yeshenda malewya!”
Louder now.
They rose.
The order arrived in the same manner it had each morning, given by the gruff-looking man called Major Xvya and carried on the dry breath of the Holtepian desert’s wind. On some days, the orders found their limbs and attention quickly. On others, it forced them upright, much like the stubborn will of life pushing seedlings through muck and filth. But orders and life were both unaware, or willfully ignorant, of the hapless world and baneful sun that awaited the commanded.
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"Battle is as battle does
It brings out all that is best, and removes all that is best
A coward is one who lets the fear overcome his sense of duty
Duty is the essence of war"
Earl St. Clair, Beautiful War
“Do you recall the first time we met?”
“Why? Are you worried I’d forget you, Eiph’ck?”
The serpent frowned at the iguana’s boyish form of address. “How old are you, Quye’ck?”
“Twenty and three.” He watched the red-stained bowl fall from his quivering hands. Spattering. A shower of rubies, quickly turning garnet. “Like you...”
“And where are we?”
He grunted and shivered as his neck and head tingled. A powerful rush thrust through his skull. Deafening. He raised his head. The image of his donor came dangerously in and out of focus…
“Son of Clan Lexlar.” The familiar voice floated from behind the serpent’s sealed lips, “Where are we?”
His tongue felt swollen. “So it’s you… son of Clan Hartim… I knew it was you...”
“Answer me.”
Steel slicing through the air. His shallow breaths and the calm ones of his feast. Lucidity raced to meet him as his grip molded to the pommel of his saber. “I need to ask you somethin'.”
The serpent waved him away with a grunt as he painted a stripe of red down his throat, fervently praying.
“How many are you sendin' to Ishva today?” Not that.
“All of them.”
They strode out into the arena. One freshly bled, the other freshly fed, both yearning for the glorious entanglement of iron, limbs, and death. The crowd roared to life—a beast of many heads and mouths.
One sacrament done, another just begun.
Speckled by patches of sun.
Caged by trunks, leaves, and vines.
Assaulted by jeering insects and birds.
Ceremonious, beneath the stifling, moisture-laden air…
They collided with the recognizable form of their foes. Kin.
A flash of silver.
Welcome to the Heartlands!
A piercing cry.
Welcome to the Heartlands!
A heinous squelch.
Welcome to the Heartlands!
"Man O' War", an As A Stranger Or A Friend? story, now drafting.
This episodic collection of works will chronicle the lives, misadventures, and layered relationship of the affectionately known Lizardfolk Boatswains of the Angel's Lyre, Hartim and Lexlar. Its release will be chapter by chapter, with installments posted to Wattpad as they become available!
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Characters: Lexlar, Hartim, Cassia, Kirik
Genres: slice of life, fantasy, romance, adventure, soft magic, pirates, vampirism
Tags: m.o.w, lexlar, hartim, kirik, cassia
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#wip intro#aasoaf#m.o.w#lexlar#hartim#cassia#kirik#my writing#pirates#slice of life#lizardfolk#vampirism
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Lexlar is the sort to dance at a restaurant whenever they come around and sing happy birthday to him
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OC Questions Tag
I was tagged by @sugar-phoenix here, thank you so much!
I'll be doing this for Hartim from my new WIP, Man O' War. I did this for his partner in crime, Lexlar, here!
5 words to physically describe your OC (do you have a drawing? even better!)
Cobra, Diamond-back, Burnt Orange, Lean
Who inspired your OC? (can be your mum to a very famous fungi)
Honestly, I just wanted a snake-type Lizardfolk so he came into existence haha. Plus I wanted to create a sort of dynamic duo and I already had Lexlar so Hartim seemed like a good fit for the task!
Give me a song to define your OC (I will listen to it to enter in your WIP mood!)
Heaven by Khalid
If I met your OC on the street how would they greet me?
He'd give you a curt nod or bow if he deemed you worthy of the gesture. He's not a snob but Lizardfolk, especially ones from The Heartlands like him value strength above all else, so if you prove your strength to him then he would accord you a bow. And he might come off as cold but don't let that fool you. He's like one of those really tiny annoying dogs that bark up a storm until you pet them and then they won't leave you alone LOL.
Can your OC be your best friend? Why?
Never. He believes best is a singular position and it can only be fulfilled by Lexlar.
1 adjective and 1 noun to describe your OC (blue soul)
Silent dancer
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lexlar is the ultimate morning person. im talking like he gets out of bed immediately and usually sings/whistles a little tune to himself and dances as he gets ready in the morning. and i dont mean that he's humming or singing quietly, brother is BELTING as soon as he wakes up in the morning lol
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