The foetid orange salamander settled into its whitewashed lair, lashing out at anything it mused was wrong in the world. With a burp of oily flame it burned down a distant village filled with emigres fleeing war in their shattered homeland. With a flick of its slimy tail it sent shudders through the realms of man, threatening to shatter all the progress he had made, to date.
Though it wallowed among heaps of shoddy gold, in its beady eyes gleamed an insatiable lust for greater riches. Its paltry loins swelled briefly at the sound of manflesh approaching, women on their way to vespers. In a flash it had scurried from its spoiled chamber set deep in the heart of a great capital city. It fell upon the maidens, rending their clothes and raping them forthwith. Weeping and ruined, they limped away, their peace dashed, their hearts broken for lack of recourse.
No one knew how to get rid of the sickly amphibian, for in a time of great distress the weak-willed and fearful types among them had chosen it as their leader, granting it terrible and far-reaching power.
“Woe be unto our race,” the humans said to each other - never in public, only within the close privacy of friendship. “The orange ‘mander will ruin us, sure.”
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