[h1][center][color=green]Kriv 'Jackal' Westari[/color][/center][/h1]
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[h3][center][color=red]Runt of the Litter[/color][/center][/h3]
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The monstrously huge reptile was sleeping on the flat grass. His body, sporting an assortment of copper braces and guards despite the lack of any other clothing or armor, was sprawled over the ground. It took a few moments for the alien creature to realize his predicament, which had then caused him to spring to life. 

Panic settled in as the almost feral humanoid acknowledged the unnaturally flat grass and the various creatures he's never seen before. Many of whom seemed like hairless mammals. He was a hunter out in the open, no cover for ambush or any measure of area to analyze the situation through his primitive mind. He was flung into some incredibly open field, and a strange flat 'mountain' that extended beyond what Jackal could see. Times like these made him wish he was born with wings like the rest of his kind.

That was when Jackal noticed the feathery pair of wings on his back. He flapped them twice, to make sure these strange appendages were a part of his body. They didn't appear to blend well with his scaly hide, as the wings were composed of white feathers more suited for a bird then a lizard; He didn't care for such a contrast though, he instead immediately flew up onto the air with his newfound ability.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed what appeared to be the maw to some cavern in the strange unnatural mountain. This provided the ideal shelter he needed where he could hide in, figure out what had happened, and then plan what to do next. The basis of his rationality stem from what seemed to be more so of instinct more then anything else, and so he flew directly into the cavern entrance. 

Once inside and on the ground, the 8'7" reptile sprawled onto his four legs instead of his typical bipedal stance, and crawled to the nearest corner. He didn't bother venturing further into the cave just yet, as he needed to sit down and think for a while on what to do. It was there, with his eyes illuminated like dim flames from a pair of candles, did he notice the mark on the back of his hand. The strange patterns and markings made him curious, both of its origins and what it meant, his initial train of thought was replaced temporarily by this new impulse to examine the hand's marking.
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