Tazo's Description
Not really a story, per say, but a rough description of Tazo for some kind of reference. Since I can't draw, you get words. :D
Aquamarine eyes, angled forward for better vision, catch your gaze from beneath the two thick, black eyeridges that arch over them. Narrow at the tip, his nostrils flaring almost imperceptibly as air passes through them, his snout widens in a thick wedge up to the top of his head. The smooth angle is broken only by a short, scaled crest starting from the very tip of his head and curving back like a slickened ponytail might on a mammal, before disappearing into the nape of his neck. A glistening of something metal on the left side of his head catches your gaze for a moment; a silvery disk resting just above the mild indentations that mark what on mammals would normally be an ear.
Squared just a little above five feet, his shoulders are broad but not too thick, the build of a lizard more suited to water than weightlifting. Taut, corded arms flex as he moves and gesticulates, each capped with two thick fingers and a thumb. In his right, he twiddles a pencil absently; an affectation that helps him think.
His chest, the striations of muscle just visible beneath his leathery scales, tapers smoothly down into a slender v-shape, broken only by the hint of abdominals and the small cleft of his Adonis belt at his hips. The ridges that begin above his eyes arch over his earholes, dipping down between his shoulders and finally meeting just before the tip of his tail. The pebbly black scales almost blend in with his darker backside, angling to draw the eye to his firmly rounded posterior. Behind him, the tip flickering absently back and forth, is his ample tail. Not only for balance but maneuverability it starts at the width of a clenched fist before tapering to a spaded tip, the smooth curve broken only by the fins at the end that act as his rudder underwater.
Splayed across the ground, his three toed feet are each capped with a claw similar to his fingertips. Each a deep black and angled for grip should he need to climb. Between each toe there are shallow, vestigial webs, a reflection of his ancestral connection to the water. Like the deep ocean, Tazo is a shade or two away from indigo. His scales lighten at his extremities to an icier shade of blue but fade darker as they lead back to his core. He smiles to you, lifting the pencil in his hand and resting it above his left ear where, remarkably, it stays in place with nothing to rest on! He winks in response to your surprise and returns to what he was doing.