[h2][center]Naji-FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD[/center][/h2]
[@Rune_Alchemist][@CollectorOfMyst][@Zeroth][@duthguy]

As the lizard reared back, Naji felt a deep rumble of fear shoot through his gut. Well...made sense. He was a tiny pixie compared to the lizard after all. And probably an easy meal considering he was just standing there. Glancing over at Ash, it also looked like help wasn't coming immediately. Mustering all the confidence he could, he stomped his foot forward, flaring his wings out again and glaring sternly at the lizard before yelling. [b][u]"NO."[/u][/b] he booms (well, for a pixie), his tone like that of a frustrated pet owner. [b]"Bad lizard. Very bad. You know better."[/b] His eyes narrowing. 

There was a tense pause as he locked his eyes with the lizard, not allowing himself to back down or seem weak. Noise seemed to die out as he stood, for all the world seemingly totally ignoring the fact said lizard could easily kill him. Only the sudden blitz of black, purple and green scales managed to break his meditative last stand. It...looked like the stare down managed to buy just enough time for Ash to arrive, puffing and breaking the silence with a loud hiss. 

The world came back into focus as Ash began to talk, the supressed terror now fading back into soft panic now that his savior was firmly between him and impending death. It was only at this point had his body relaxed enough to take notice of the luminous blue snot ball floating in the air. Ash was saying something to it, but Naji could barely make the words out as his heart blasted its last few palpitations through his skull, attempting to disperse the last of the adrenaline that came from staring probable death in the...eye slit thingies. 

He did hear what she said next though. [color=598527]"Naji...the goblins are dead."[/color] The tone was...more an order than an update, though Naji was not about to bring that up. [b]"Y...yeah. On it..."[/b] He warbles, keeping his eyes on the wild lizard and backing away slowly, wings still flared in an attempt to seem threatening. Once he felt he was atleast semi-safely out of the way, he circles around the group approaching the goblin corpses. 

The smell was horrific. Under the best of circumstances, Naji would wager the goblins were world leaders in spectacular body odor. Could probably peel paint with their under arm emissions alone. But combined with the smokey acrid stench of a chemical burn, they were now an olfactory wonderland. As designed by Mengele.

Naji would like to say he turned his nose up at the prospect of eating either of the cadavers in front of him. He would like to, but pride and good taste were vastly over ridden by biological necessity. Really the only sign of hesitation about him was a breif pause to select the less poisonous looking one before deciding to just lay into the freshest kill.

 At first he tried to pick at the things relatively unmolested legs with his fingers, attempting to peel away meat a little at a time. But after one or two meek attempts, he simply dived forward, sinking his teeth into gristly foul tasting thigh flesh and ripping backwards. This proved...satisfactory enough. The taste was like week old fried chicken combined with sewage, but that was not going to stop the pixie from gorging himself on as much of the corpse as was possible.