The lizardgirl's tongue flickers the air. It's clear from her physique she's not at the head of the queue for food, even among the Poison Dusk, who sit behind the Blackscales who sit behind the rumored 'Children of Rhakaash' - if they even exist. But in the heat of battle, there's no-one to keep her from her weakening meal, and he looks<span style="font-style: italic">soft</span>and<span style="font-style: italic">tastily</span>vulnerable.