Kazor the Undying
Ripped from a dream where you were soaring high above the clouds on powerful wings, the frigid air caressing the ancient scales which for eons have protected you and your family, your eyes scrape painfully open. The wailing of harpies assaults you as you fight to see through the blood red haze that engulfs you.
Where are you? What has happened?
Your newborn son, strong and healthy, being tossed up into the air, laughing and giggling, returning to your strong, sure hands. Those same hands, now claws, held out in front of you, gently clasping the claws of your mate during your Eternal Blood Rite.
Staggering forward, your mind and your vision begin to clear and sharpen. Flashing red lights cast a fiery glow over the figure standing beside you and across another laying at your feet.
Fire erupts from the mouths of your ancestors, scorching the land, the air and the great machines of the Hunters. The blood of your kin flows freely and is harvested by ignorant men who use it to manufacture more of their cursed Dragon’s Bane.
As you turn to look at the figure standing beside you, you recognize that he is an ally in your war. He has no love for man and takes pleasure in making them bleed. Rupture, that is how he is known. Turning your head toward the man sprawled on the floor, instinct conveys that he is no more than prey, a weakling.
Running, fighting, hunting through the wilds and through the towering cities, the blood of your enemies shines on your claws. The Hunters’ nets finally found you while you were attempting to rescue an Elder. Your rage was legendary, but the current of the nets was too great and the draining energies sparked and wracked you into unconsciousness.
Sparks from a panel hear the head of the feeble prey arc through the air and dance chaotically at your feet. The drone of an alarm bounces and echoes throughout this chamber, this prison where they sought to hold you.
The wail of dying Dragons pierces the night, followed by the forlorn silence, the emptiness of forever. The broken and lifeless forms of your mate and your children splay out before your memory, their eternal lives crushed from them by the savagery of man.
You are Kazor the Undying, one of the last of the Dragonkin to walk the realms of man, and you will not rest until all mankind suffers for their wrongs against the bloodline of Dragons.