Chapter 1: Meltdown
I fully recognize that "green glowy character who is radioactive/toxic" is not a new or unique character design. i've seen a few out there. i just decided to put my own spin on it.
50 Shades of Green
Aran-ei (pronounced "ah-ron eye") - argonian male, 19, pale-green scales, lime-green eyes, curved horns with red head-feathers. wears a blue shirt with black vest, brown pants, off-white footwraps. keeps an iron dagger hidden inside his shirt.
A Far Green Country
Upon this hillock, through the broken hedge, i will see rolling pastures so bright green they must illuminate in the darkness.
Green 'Cake' On Display
green 'cake' on display for a-lycotonum by draconicon "they better have some goddamn spirits in this place..."
Appetizer on a Bed of Greens
Appetizer on a bed of greens he stalked his prey, chest pressed tight to the loose and dry dirt as his beak poked out from under a fern.
Black, Green, and Yellow
Noah's face swam into view - the kea's big hooked beak tilted down, his dirty green plumage a bit fluffed up from the humidity in the club.
A Green and Her Rider
As he did so, he saw the darker green coloration right along the underside of the blue-green lips were glistening and dewy wet, puffy and soft looking as she snapped her long tail back and forth.
COMMISSION: "Dancing in Green"
"don't mind the colors; the original owners had a thing for green. i don't mind it myself, either. green's a good, strong color, eh?" "i don't mind, thanks."
Commission: The Green Shoes
Those green eyes turned down towards his feet only to find that his shoes had somehow been tied together.
Crisp and the Green Shoes
Suddenly there was a flash of green light and a pair of grotesque, white and green stockings shot up from the shoes, covering his feet and legs with them.
Ch. 3: Green
He still wasn't sure if he should buy the green. "i wouldn't have any place to take it." "i got you covered, friend." he indicated to the west side of the city with his hand.
Scene One: Green
His wavering, emerald green irises traced the tendrils of smoke rising from the barrel, that tell-tale scent of gunpowder filtering through his nostrils. for what felt like an eternity, he could not look away, transfixed to the iron sights.