One night, you're walking home after a long day, tired and just wanting to go home. You take the quicker route. You walk with confidence and no fear; after all, it shouldn't be an issue since you've known it for years.

“…hisssss...hisssss...”

You hear the raspy hisses behind you as you whip your head around in confusion. Is it a stray cat? A person?

“Hisss...”

All of that confusion comes to a halt once you see it: in the dark of the night, His pale pink skin illuminated by the incandescent glow of the moon, standing with pride, you see a lizard. He would be intimidating if, y'know, he wasn't 6 inches long. His eyes are narrowed and judgmental. Do you make a dangerous enemy or a powerful ally?