Pls,,,, PLS,,, any non-human looking scalie/lizard or skull head monster PLS—anonymous
—tw / tags: implied kidnapping, implied human eating, general yandere theme —featured character(s): lizardman / lizard creature
You rarely knew a good night’s sleep. And, unfortunately, for good reasons.
There are unholy creatures out in these wooded land, known to feed upon the mankind. They never discriminate, gladly feeding on the weak, the pregnant, and even newborns and would boldly fight the brave fools and the well-armed men. Known for sneaking past the night guards, they would pluck their meals from the safety of their beds and leave behind nothing but the wailings from the stolen victim’s loved ones.
Nowhere is safe.
Like many, you sleep with one eye open and a knife under your threadbare pillow.
You are but a mere villager, plucky and young whose hands calloused from hard works and tireless determination to support your tiny family. Born poor and grew up poor, you are no one special. Skin darkened and leathered from sun, your body spotted with scars from countless petty accidents and scrapes from your farm works, and clothes weathered from countless wears and tears, you are not considered…an eye-catcher, by most.
There are no reason for any monster to target you. You are not small. You are not desirable. You are uninteresting, as a meal. Too chewy, this you are sure of.
And yet here you are, huddling to one corner of your bedroom in a futile attempt to hide yourself in the darkness. The strange leer in the beast’s serpentine eyes has your skin trembling, your nose burning from the trapped breath in your throat, and your fingernails dragging roughly in the ragged wooden floor. Splinters digs deep under the bed of your brittle nails and cut into your skin.
The way they gaze upon you…
White needle-like teeth glints at you from their widening smile, they see you through the shadowed cloak, “Pathetic,” their snarling chuckle erupts a tiny whimper from you. You couldn’t make yourself any louder than a mouse with your heart in the fear’s chokehold when the scaled creature steps closer. Their long tail whipping and slashing through the bitterly cold air, they hisses, “do you truly believe…” you tenses at how silently they trekked across the creaky ground—and how they reaches out to slit your throat.
Wickedly curved talons bites into your sun-worn cheeks, they grips your chin and forces you to meet their glittery gaze, “you could hide yourself from me, my pretty little mate?”
—note: hope you enjoyed this piece <3 and ty for reading!
