The hated and rejected, the renounced, the mutated. These knife eared being will survive, in spite of their tragedy.
The Snakemen, the Dracaenae, the Coatl. The living embodiment if the perfect reptillian being.
Wind blew her long hair back, grew skin glinting against metal, eyes an abyss. For an Angel of LIght, the Corajyo seem much closer to devils.
The long white hair blew in the wind, purple skin glinting off the moonlight. They looked more like a Lati than a Nameless. Teeth bared, the terrifying figure charged. "Prepare to meet Eternity!"
"There are a thousand humans for every star." - Old Spacer Proverb
The Red Skinned Masters of Laran
The stoneborn marched in step, fire in their eyes, a deluge of appearances making up their bodies. Their heavy steps shook the earth from which they came, living rock.
The silent killer, they who move unseen, possession and internal ravaging their modus operandi.
