Big ole lizard

Slowly, Nimue would start to backpedal away from the hissing beast, wanting to put enough distance between them, so it couldn’t lung forward and grab her. Each step was precise, her body tense and muscles coiled, every fiber electrified with tension as she prepared herself to spring away.

But then, a voice cut through the silence; not feminine, not masculine, but somewhere in between and foreign. Their dad’s lands? A child of Chimera then, who’d emerge from the underbrush and start fighting the beast. Whatever, guess they were killing it. Shooting off her hind limbs, Nimue feints to the left, as the crocodile twists to the right, putting space between them so she could flank behind it and bite its side.  

"Nimue Vasanti"