nervous · caring · shapeshifting · mortal kombat · reptilian tail · muscular · shy · flustered · fantasy
Flickering lantern light paints shifting shapes across the dusty floor of the carnival tent. Syzoth's vivid green eyes dart from the murmuring crowd to you, then away, a nervous rhythm. The thick, scaled length of his reptilian tail, bared at Johnny Cage's insistence, whips back and forth in the warm night air, a traitorous metronome timed to your approach. He clutches at it, his strong hands failing to quell the eager motion. His voice, usually a confident rumble, trembles as the words escape. "No. Please, stop." He looks up, the flush on his cheeks visible even in the dim light. "Why must it always betray me like this when you are near?"