Reverend, Reverend, Please Come Quick

Xairo's head snapped up at the sound of the stranger's voice. He rose to his full height, hackles bristling as he glared at the intruder. Who did she think she was, sneaking up on him like that? And what was with all that weird metal clinking all over her? "What's it to you?" he snarled, upper lip curling back to reveal sharp fangs. "I can do whatever I want."

He stalked forward, tail lashing, sizing up this strange female who dared to question him. She was tall for a woman, he'd give her that. Taller than him in his youth- though not by much- and with an air of confidence that bordered on arrogance. Xairo's green eyes narrowed as he studied the intruding female, not bothering to hide his displeasure at her unwelcome appearance. Her mocking tone and appraising gaze set his teeth on edge, stoking the embers of his temper.

"I don't have to explain myself to you," he growled, squaring his shoulders as if he could make up for her height with bravado. "This is my spot. I can crush lizards or let them go, and it's none of your damn business either way."

"Xairo Saxe"