A horrid rattling, like thunder, shook the heavens. As if an entire city's remains were jostling within the vast stomach of some great and terrible monster. For once, I would soon find myself thankful that I had long since lost my eyes.Ytzkla, The Pale Lizard, The Great Lizard, Beast. No matter the name attributed to them, this colossal monster, which houses an entire city on its back, has consumed untold numbers of human souls. For centuries, the fanatic nation of Ytzklapon? has lended their aid to complete the beast's singlular goal— consuming all of humanity.
Auroul. She was the first woman, a being from whom Ytzkla could smell a sweet, alluring scent emanating. Ytzkla did not hesitate, quickly taking a bite out of the woman's leg. She kicked the creature away and ran off, terrified— as this was her first time experiencing pain. Ytzkla would never forget the taste, however, and had doubled in size from the meager amount of blood they had drawn. They had to have it all. Clearly, Ytzkla thought, this had to be their purpose. The alluring scent permeated the air, and Ytzkla had no trouble tracking the woman— no matter how far she ran. And thus, the great chase began, a chase that would span across the whole of Qet. Tiring from her flight, Auroul eventually gave birth to the first of mankind, distilling her own power into them— and thus, her scent, knowing full well they could not outrun the growing lizard. This was her great distraction— the best defense she had against the hungering beast. Yet Ytzkla, their hunger never sated, kept chasing her— devouring every human they passed along the way, growing more powerful with each soul that disappeared into their gullet. As people suffered in Ytzkla's maw, Auroul steadily gained distance from the pale lizard. Across continents they would chase— until, eventually, Ytzkla lost Auroul's scent. So they slumbered, waiting for her to show herself once again. Humanity flourished in this time, no longer prey to the great lizard. A city was eventually built over Ytzkla's hibernating body— a city that would eventually find itself embroiled in a bloody civil war. The blood spilt would permeate the soil beneath the city— which accumulated for untold centuries over the sleeping beast, who awoke upon smelling that sweet scent. A deal was struck to end the war, Ytzklapon was founded— and the grateful survivors set off in search of Auroul, now residing in the city upon the lizard's back.
Ytzkla's wide reptillian body is covered in pale-white scales. Their back tapers towards their neck, growing wider sharply towards their center, and tapering back towards their tail. Along their back sprouts great orange-black spines, growing taller and thicker towards the center of their back, and other branching ridges. Evenly spaced along each side of their torso are three sturdy legs. A long, flat tail is attached to their back and allows the denizens of the city to import and export armies and goods when lowered. Their head is significantly wider than their body, tapering towards its snout to create an arrowhead-like profile, were one to see it from above— or most likely, below. Large, jagged teeth like that of a crocodile protrude around the edges of their great maw. On each side of their head are three pale-orange eyes— making it so that one can never tell where the beast is looking. As Ytzkla consumes more settlements, the people upon their back build more from their ruins. As a result, the skyline of The City of Ytzklapon contains a jumbled mess of various architectural styles and materials. Between the lizard's spines, great ropes hang with many colored threads flying in the wind along their length.