A rather odd looking paragon flew in from the west. It was the middle of the night a time when most creatures explored the desert. It was far too hot to venture out during the day, especially for a creature that wasn’t originally from the area. The paragon was not a native to the desert his browns and reds wouldn’t hide him when hunting nor would it protect him from poachers. He was muscular and bigger than most males but he flew with the wings of a butterfly. He was heading north from the whisper forest and once he hit the desert he turned west. Still on the fringes but deep enough into the sand that he could only travel by moonlight.
He sailed effortlessly over the orange dust below. His head scanning the landscape for prey or signs of other paragon. He was unsure yet if he wanted to find other paragon. They would either be a horrific threat or a great help. Before he had lived on his own, not many creatures dared to wander into the whisper forest. He was a skilled hunter and could protect himself well enough. If he did find a group of paragon he would be able to help them too. He doubted that there would be any groups of paragon in the desert anyway. That didn’t stop him from focusing his attention to what was going on below. The desert stretched for a few miles but he could see mountains ahead of him. Hopefully by morning he would reach them and leave behind the burning sand.