Roda the Red
Nitpicker of swords
ZEE-OH
Zee stared wide-eyed at the new figure, standing its way between the man now on his knees and himself. The...Man? Stood tall, with imposing height and clad in metal, a single large cat next to him, staring at Zee with hungry eyes, had Zee not been in this predicament, he would've probably looked at the cat back with the exact same hungry look. Normally, the lizard would've felt threatened by the man, as he was no stranger to men in thick armor chasing Zee in order to either strike him down or capture him. But his animalistic senses could feel it, that not a single bone in the man's body had the intention of attacking, as he simply stood there, gesturing for Zee to make his leave from the location.
And he was about to comply with such suggestion, his muscles still tense, ready to sprint away at a moment's notice. However, things changed once the man seemed to have understood Zee's message. "What? No no" He pat his chest a couple times, reafirming he was refering to himself. "Not salmon, Zee-Oh!" He was no fish! He was just Zee! What was so hard to understand about it?
The storm then intensified, the sky turning ever so darker. Something was very off about it, the lizard could feel it, the suble changes on the atmosphere causing his skin to tingle. Nothing good was going to come out of it. "Weather...scary" He said, looking up to the clouds, eyes half-closed to be protected from the droplets. He extended a finger towards the houses nearby. "Seek shelter!" He said at the two man standing in front of him, then looking specifically at the villager. "Protect families!" He uttered, remembering the previous words from the man.
Interacting: WhiskeyMarten Taigakitt