Could you perhaps do a short writing about a lizardman? Sorry if you need more details, I just wanted to throw the idea out there!
Eggs for Dinner
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Pairing: Briskar (Lizardfolk) x Gender Neutral Reader
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“Not much further, my love.” Briskar’s black tongue flicked at the air, his smooth head raised to the sky to scent at the breeze that blew over the two of you. His head was like a monitor, his snout long and his eyes wide, bright and intelligent as he regarded the woodlands around the two of you. Briskar was a soft grey colour with black lines running over the back of his head and down his back to the tip of his whip like tail. His muscly tail was coiled around the rock as he held out his clawed hand for you to take, his neck rippling as his tongue continued to taste at the air. Thankfully, he wasn’t dripping venom with the idea of food yet. It was always a pain to clean up.
You took his hand and Briskar tugged you up to stand along side him on the rocky face of the cliff, “How far away are we now?” You huffed as Briskar’s claws dug deep as he steadied you both on the rock when a particularly strong gust brushed over you both.
“They’re on the ledge above.” He hissed with a delighted noise, “Are you sure you will be able to catch them?” Briskar’s claws tucked your scarf tighter around your neck, “They are quite large. They are Giant Rock Birds after all.”
“I’ll be able to catch them, I promise.” You chuckled as you took the rope from your bag and tied it around your waist and then to the rock which Briskar’s tail was wrapped around.
The leather bag was filled with rope and you stood firmly as you snatched Briskar’s tail and waist, tying some coils around it before attaching him to the rock as well. Your Lizardfolk boyfriend licked at your cheek before he bared his claws and turned to scramble up the final part of the cliff face. You watched from the bottom with the thick leather sheet clutched between your arms, held out ready to catch the treats Briskar wanted so badly. He reached the top and you shook your head as Briskar’s tail coiled and snapped happily, his clawed hands reaching for the first large egg. He held it between his hands and hissed happily.
“Are you ready?” He asked.
“As ready as I’ll ever be!” You shouted back as you readied the tarp.
“Here it comes, sweet thing.” Briskar chittered before he dropped it over the edge, flinching as it plummeted towards you. With a huff, you caught the egg in your leather tarp and grinned as you wrapped it in a skin and tucked it into the net bag you had to carry between you both down the mountain. Briskar’s tail snapped against the stone before he started to drop the others, one at a time, into your grasp.
“That is the last!” He called as his muscled body span around and he crawled back down the stone, his tail curling over boulders that bulged out of the rockface, keeping him safe. His mouth was now dripping with venom, and you stepped back as a string of it dripped onto the floor by your feet.
“Hey, come on, stop drooling on your food!” You called as he hissed and chuckled again, descending the cliff. It was then that a great howl sounded from the sky, and you both fearfully looked to the sky as the Rock Bird circled, talons exposed, before the mother dived towards Briskar.
“Drop Briskar!” You cried as the bird launched herself at him. Her talons smashed against the stone, but Briskar’s neck went black in defence as he flipped and hissed, exposing pointed teeth, the bacteria ladened saliva dripping over his neck as he hopped and bit at her ankles. The bird screeched and swooped away.
“Quickly, love!” He hollered as he jumped down the stone and untied you both, grabbing the eggs as the mother dove you both again, “I WILL NOT LET HER HAVE OUR DINNER!”
“JUST GIVE HER THE EGGS BACK BRISKAR!” You cried as the bird screamed over you both again.