[PMSingTiger]

ooc: dude...your post sucks hairy monkey balls...

Svara growled at the fat man, who was still trying to calm him down. Did none of the humans understand how infuriating it was for them to approaching him? Another table went flying as he tipped it over, chairs scattering across the ground. Town’s people started to gather, watching the crazed (woman?) throw shit let and right, in what looked like a hormonal rage.
“God damn lizard, planting shit in my womb!” Svara’s husky voice screeched. He would have made a banshee proud with the high pitch caterwauling.
“Mam, please calm down.” The fat man laid a large grubby paw across his scared arm, trying to halt any more destruction.
The moment the human grabbed him; he bared his teeth in a furious haze. “Take your hand off me.” He barked and jerked his arm back, the scar of his name tingling uncomfortably. There was nothing he despised more than being touched, well except for a fucking lizard thing that humped him out of a wonderful wet dream.
Bastard.
The man stepped back, surprised by the strength the woman exerted. “Mam, I don’t want to have to hurt you and your baby.” The storeowners voice was harder.
Svara paused and noticed the crowd that had gathered as he let out is rage on the patio furniture. Not that he gave a rat’s ass, but it did give him a little thrill, he loved to have all the attention. Looking at the stupid human who stood a good five inches taller than him, Svara sneered and then let a nasty smirk fall on his face.
“Mam? Hmmm?” With a quick jerk he pulled his shorts off twirling them around his index finger like the statement flag it was. Dick hanging in the wind the small crowd gasped while one old bitty dropped to the pavement. It was the storeowner’s expression that spurred Svara on. His pudgy face was contorted into a disgusted grimace and his hands were opening and closing into tense fists. It was obvious he had lost all his patience, but was also thrown off after seeing a dick where there shouldn’t be one. After all what kind of man was pregnant? Svara obviously was.
“Y-you’re a man!” He shouted while Svara just shrugged. “What the hell are you!”
This had lost all of its allure. Slipping his shorts back on he rubbed his bare swollen belly and started to push past the crowd. He still felt like breaking something, but at least he’d made a few stomach turn with that little display. Everyone moved out of his way, probably afraid he’d start throwing things at one of them, if they got to close. Really they were lucky it had been such a small event on his scale.
It didn’t solve any of his problems, and as he walked through the town and towards the forest he felt even more frustrated than when he had began. He was still pregnant with…well, with what was definitely the question. To make matters worse he really had no clue where to find the beast that had fucked him into oblivion, not that he’d thought that would be an issue four months ago.
Walking into the thick greenery he let his talons draw over the trees he pasted, leaving thick claw marks in each trunk. He wanted to claw into something, let something claw into him. He had not gained all his scars by self-mutilation, none except for the one of his name in his forearm.
A cramp formed in his belly and he had to stop to let the discomfort pass, truly he had never thought he could conceive, but maybe that should have been a concern since he did have some of the functioning parts of both sexes. Svara didn’t even notice when he let a gentle hand drift over his swollen abdomen, rubbing in slow soothing circles. There was nothing maternal about the man, he was brash, hard, and crazy and yet…he looked down to see that slow moving hand, staring at it with a puzzled frown.
That fucking beast better be close by, cause I’m going to rip into those scales when I get the chance.
He came to stand at the same spot where he had been four months ago. His only hope of tacking down that stupid beast was to start at square one. What other choice did he have?