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Lyric
File:Lyric.DCL.0.png
Bust of Lyric by DCLzexon
Creator B
Information
Species Kobold
Gender Male (if chosen)
Female (if chosen)
Occupation Sentient projectile
Location Glacial Rift (initially)
Alchemist's Shop (if dismissed)

"Hi," the kobold says through its own purring. The pitch of its voice is a bit on the higher side. "Maybe a stupid question, but, were you the one that rescued me from the snow?"

You hesitate before you answer. "Yeah," you say eventually.

"I love you," the kobold suddenly blurts, its tail wagging so quickly that it's shifting the whole bed with its motions. There was no filter put into that statement: it was a raw, pure declaration, straight from the heart and bypassing all social cues. You can't help but believe it. "My name's Lyric."


Appearance

Lyric is a kobold, standing at approximately four feet tall. His/Her body is covered in a layer of dark, jungle-green scales, from sole to scalp, with the scales at his/her armpits, chest, stomach, and inner thighs being light, sandy brown; he/she has a pair of dull, triangular-but-blunted pointed horns jutting up from his/her forehead and pointed slightly backwards, across the round of his/her skull, each of them flanked by circles of smaller horns roughly the length of a fingernail. He/She has vibrant golden eyes, and he/she's capable of opening them much wider than you'd expect him/her to. His/Her face is slightly elongated into a not-quite-human snout, and his/her mouth is lined with short-but-sharp incisor teeth; you aren't sure what his/her jaw strength is, but those teeth can be deadly on their own. His/Her tongue is long and wide, but thin.

Being a kobold, Lyric doesn't have the meatiest body: most of his/her form is thin, lithe, and, if you didn't know better, practically malnourished (with one notable exception). His/Her arms, neck, chest, and stomach are all rather thin and spindly; his/her body isn't suited for combat, but because of his/her form, he/she is better used for stealth infiltrations, sneak attacks... and being picked up and thrown like a projectile weapon, which is his/her preferred method of engagement, at least with you. Also, because of his/her size, he/she can comfortably fit inside your pack with all your other effects, and he/she is light enough that you can easily carry him/her on your back. And throw, at least with both arms.

All the meat and weight in Lyric's body is at his/her waist: they're wider than his/her shoulders, and all that thigh underneath those scales jiggle and dance whenever he/she takes a step. If you were to slap his/her thigh or his/her ass, you wouldn't be surprised if it slapped you back.

The rest of his/her legs are proportionately meaty, giving him/her some formidable kicking strength. His/Her tail is just long enough to reach the ground he/she's standing on, plus maybe an extra inch or two, and it's as wide as his/her waist at the base, but is otherwise featureless. His/Her fingers and toes are each capped with a long, blunted claw: perhaps not great for puncturing or slashing, but they would nonetheless leave their mark on anyone or anything he/she struck.

Lyric is wearing a unique full-body tunic of faded leather tanned dull reds and greens, hemmed together not with thread, but with hemp and metal; and he/she's wearing a thin lattice of chains around his/her feet, but not around the soles, apparently meant to be some kind of covering or fashion statement around the ankles. Underneath the tunic, he/she's wearing a thin-layered, long-sleeve undershirt that goes to his/her elbows, and from the elbows to the wrists, he/she's wearing a pair of wrappings, perhaps meant to be a poor-man's substitute for bracers, keeping his/her forearms covered. Underneath the bracers, around the underside of Lyric's wrists, are two long, circular burn scars.

Between Lyric's legs is a genital slit concealing his penis when he isn't erect. His penis is conical in shape, with a thin tip that gets gradually wider and wider until it's too large for one hand to fully wrap around at his base. The skin of his cock is a uniform light purple, contrasting sharply with the scales of his body. When fully erect, his dick stands at eight inches, from tip to base – which is quite impressive considering the rest of his frame. His testicles are internal, and when he's completely flaccid, his crotch is smooth./ Between Lyric's legs is a genital slit concealing her vagina. When she isn't aroused, the walls of the slit are tough, dry, and stubborn, but when she's in the mood, they're spongy and malleable – easy to pry apart by a finger or two, or a tongue, or a cock. Her pussy bulges and gets soft to the touch, almost looking and feeling out of place on a body that's covered in a thick layer of natural armor.

Underneath his/her tail and between his/her buttcheeks is his/her asshole, right where it belongs.

Interactions

First Encounter


Put on the spot as you are, you do the one thing you can think to do, and you slip the kobold into your pack. It's small enough that it'll fit. It's hardly the perfect solution, but it'll at least buy you some time until you can get something a bit more potent into it.

A fire might be useful, but it'd be impossible to find dry kindling this deep into the rift, and you doubt a conjured fireball could last longer than a few seconds in this environment. Perhaps sharing your body heat could be the answer? As soon as you find, or establish, a safe place to sleep, you could warm the kobold back up with your body.


Subsequent Encounters


Feeding Your Lyric


You look underneath your arm to whatever it was that was just trying to burgle you – and you find Lyric, his/her golden eyes wide as can be and watering along their bottom edges. "I'm sorry!" he/she cries, stopping his/her struggling immediately and going limp in your grip, submitting to whatever punishment you had in mind for him/her. "I thought I was okay! I didn't think to ask first, I'm sorry!"


In the Undermountain


"No, we haven’t," the first male admits with a shrug, "but even if we did, we don’t have anything to barter with. We’re wearing rags and the only thing we own are these knives, like you said. Well," he continues with a start, "that’s not true. They’re the only thing we bring with us when we rob people."

"That’s not true either!" Lyric insists. He/She leans forward, his/her tongue sticking out from the corner of his/her mouth mischievously. "You could offer yourselves."


Size and Function

"Oh, no. Us kobolds, we're pretty elastic when it comes to our body shape and the foods we put in ourselves. If you were to wean me off the electrum, I'd shrink back down after a few days."

He/She looks at you with big, sad eyes. "Not that I want you to."


Sex

Pregnancy


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