Scordrak
Name- Xefer
nickname- The Xenocide
Personality- Silent but deadly. This monstrous Scodrak will often drop from the sky, bringing swift death to all who oppose him.
Well, at least that's what most people think when they see this monstrous bug. In truth, he is a kind-hearted beast merely feared for his size. He was not born like this. He grew up fairly normal, although he was the largest of his many siblings. Then, something changed in him, at the molecular level. For the next few days he had to constantly shed and regrow his exoskeleton, then days turned into weeks. Soon, he hadn't even reached adulthood and was already larger than any of the others in his colony. He was eventually ousted, as he was perceived as a threat by the queen. So, now he wanders the Tengel Forest, lost and alone, just wondering why, why, why.
Species: Scordrak (M)
Xefer flew along in the trees, his wings buzzing loudly as he weaved. They sounded almost like a chainsaw. He attributed this, and many other attributes, to his massive size. Ever sense he was ousted from the colony, he had grown even larger, which he thought was his body's way of reacting to having to hunt on his own. He was around the size of a man, if a bit taller. He could easily fend off most of the creatures of the forest, including his own kind, about five at a time.
He often ate small rodents, lizards, and sometimes tackled much larger prey. Right now, he wasn't after anything. Someone was after him! A large troupe from his old colony, bent on ridding him from the forest. They though he was the source or their dwindling food supply. True, he ate more than most, but it wasn't him! No, it was those other people, always here for the scenery!
He dived and swirled, knowing he could take all twenty of them Not without help. Did he want to kill those from his own colony? No, he didn't. But, if it was a choice between his life and theirs, the choice was obvious. He no longer worked with a hive mind, he didn't do everything for the benefit of the colony. He did things for the benefit of himself.
He ducked below a low-hanging branch, and entered a more more swampy (For lack of a better word), area. If he flew to low, a gator could get him. If he flew too high, he would be out in the open, completely visible to the rest of his clan.