Snippet #338694

Asimov Zelazny released the grass and lifted his head, sniffing the air. Something was in the air, something unfamiliar. He rose to his feet and continued to analyze the scent. His long blue hair blew wildly in the wind as he turned slowly. Wearing a garb of tightly clasped leather and buckles, only a fur loincloth could have been considered clothing. Nearly every inch of his visible body was covered in tribal tattoos and scars. He continued to sniff, raising his nose in the air, a single fang protruding over his lower lip. It was plainly visible that he wasn't human and exhibited many animal traits and behaviors. He knelt slightly, looking up at the sky, tilting his head slightly much like a curious dog.