Regal.

Fearsome.

Kings of the Skies.

These are things to describe his brethren back home, in an ancient and primal world. A place without a name, though many have taken to call the main continent 'Pandora,' for its brutality and harsh elements; how quickly most would need to adapt in order to survive, even in the friendlier environs of lush jungles and beaches that stretch to the horizon until fading into unfathomable expanses of ocean.

But his kindred were not the only native species to this homeland. Many other beasts and kings roamed, even those that hunt them for parts to fashion better arms and armor; becoming more efficient killers of his kind. His species are a dwindling remnant of ages past, as mutations evolved to erase links of their glorious origins. He is, unfortunately, one of these mutations.... but even the hunters are culprits in the race against extinction.

Emerging into a duel between himself and a hunter, over a stake of life and death, a portal had opened. Not entirely uncommon for that primal world, but rather than depositing a new threat, Veldraeth had been ripped from the grasp of a hunter and lost to infinite alterations of time and space.

Until.

A similar portal erupts in a new island, depositing this would be variant and remnant onto shaking legs; shrunken of his former self and down into a shape more like the hunter! What meaning of travesty is this?!

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A work in progress.