"They do not stand together.

They do not understand each other.

They have not lived together.

They will not die together.

They do not, hate each other.

But one must die.

For that is culture.

Animals know naught but violence.

And animals can wear dress.

And animals can speak.

So one must die.

To end this war, one must die.

For that ravenous cycle demands it.

Blood must churn this wheel.

Blood let by animals.

Animals claimed by violence."

Casaderea Region art, featuring its infamous electrical storms from a distance.

from left to right

Horotie Blackweld of Arkhan,, Coresika Warg of Talsmajir,, and Preditsar Harione of the lost Ariethion'Empillion of the Shafts

A lone misurel wanders through the east malia arch island. Looking for a new open area to nest and inhabit. While two unknown species of mirewalker roam in the back.

****Misurel****
Small creatures that live only on the eastern malia arch island. They stay far away from the denser and more dangerous sections of swamp/jungle/mire.
Mainly small piscivores they pick off fish alone, choosing to stand in more open areas to see any approaching danger. If approached they either flee or slam their large paddle like tail into
the water to create a large noise to scare off danger.
Red long feathers cover their backs, while their coat colors match both water and mud. So when sleeping/injured they may dig a small hole and lay in it, and stay mostly undetected to those not looking.

Trackenshaw
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The trackenshaw hunts only in sand storms because it's so heavy. Since the atmosphere is so dense on Sertha it is really the only reason it is allowed to fly with those wings. Its soars for the majority of its life. It sleeps up in the sky and does other activities far off the ground.

Sand storms make the atmosphere even denser where they are so they hunt specifically at those times because it's easier for them to move around. The vertical slits in their faces are loaded with organs that read the surrounding area. Making the animal roughly capable of knowing where and when the ever frequent lightning will strike. They make a call akin to a air raid or tornado siren. They hunt by slamming into things and griping them with their whole body.

They hunt indiscriminately, which combined with the slam into things does get them killed sometimes. Whether they take on something that will get them, or slam into the ground going after a tiny thing and kill themselves. Another reason for hunting in sandstorms is because of the crazy lighting that happens, lighting the brush and plants ablaze. Creating major updrafts from which they are able to use to lift their extremely heavy bodies back up to the sky. But in the event they don't have updrafts or the updrafts are far too weak, they are fucked. Something will get them, or multiple smaller somethings will bully them until it drops.

The taming of trackenshaw is extremely rare. They are so situational to get and the tools and area needed to provide for one is simply not worth the time. They as well actually cannot comprehend strength and size. So they will crush their owner then get sad about it, or wreck anything and everything leaping about and jumping.

The flat rolling expanse of plains that make the Liderea Region, racked by storms that commonly posses hurricane force winds. The whole region is plauged by storms, only worsened by the still burning Kajir Region to the west. Here, almost always coated in thick clouds and strong storms, finds a clearing with a large break in the clouds. Breaks like these are rare.