Lyy

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Lyy
Lyy.png
Character

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ID?Use this ID to Wish for Lyy

Lyy

Faction

unshelled reptiles (Loved100 Reputation)

Demeanor

neutral

Gender

male

Mutations
Mutations
Experience?The XP granted when killed. Click
"toggle detailed stats" above for
a level-based breakdown.

25 XP

XP Tier

0

Role

Unspecified


Extra info:
  • This creature is pettable
  • Weighs 200 lbs

Limbs* (Quadruped): * Excludes limbs granted via mutations
Lyy

Damp pistachio skin heaves around his tiny nares like miniature foothills caught in flood. He's perched on his twiggy shanks comfortably, and his star-bright eyes watch the wide world. The floor about him is wet with the inky prints of webbed feet; the dotted baby has erupted out of the realm of the imaginary.

Perfect

Lyy is a frog supposedly sprung forth from a tattoo. Every 1000-4000 turns, Lyy will secrete 1-2 drams of Ink.pngink. He does not participate in combat, but can be damaged. Lyy will also croak and ribbit every so often. He is pettable, but will only return the default frog pet response which is to croak.

Dialogue

[ Lyy ]

*croak*

*croak*!

*ribbit*

*ribbit!*

*croak*

*croak*!

*ribbit*

*ribbit!*

*croak*

*croak*!

*ribbit*

*ribbit!*

*croak*

*croak*!

*ribbit*

*ribbit!*

*quetzal*

1) ... [End]

Recall Story

[ The Treachery of Frogs ]

Qruu-kas had done just as the folio had instructed him: grease the motor, clean the needle, fill the pipe with ink. He'd spent from harvest dawn to the peaking of the high salt sun stitching the outline into his skin, then coloring the in-between space, until the picture on his forearm echoed the image in his head: top-down view of a tiny, green frog. And so it was with utter bewilderment that he woke the next day at jeweled dusk from a lazy nap to find the picture erased, vanished from his arm, as if he hadn't spent months saving spare drams for the instructional folio, acquiring the tattoo gun, and building up the courage to stitch the mark into his skin. He stared at his naked arm in a broad stupor and may have continued forever if he hadn't heard a low croak from the floor across the dusty room. He moved his eyes, and his astonishment was replaced with a newer and brighter astonishment. Before him, as unthinkable as it was, a tiny, live, green frog hopped onto the baseboard. In his amazement Qruu-kas let out an exotic noise from his chest and mouth, a high-pitched "lyyyyy!", and threw himself into the air. The frog barely twitched an eye before hopping out of the room.

Qruu-kas, to his credit, did not give chase but instead rushed to his tattoo gun to stare in wonderment. Before he next blinked, he was already refilling the ink.