The Dead Grove

You enter a strange forest of alabaster trees hung with broud, snow white leaves. Here, the sand is blood red and slightly damp to the toush, unlike the black sands all around. Suddenly, you some upon a great gnarled tree with a young cub nestled in a hollow at its roots. You reach out to touch its soft, black and red fur, only to find a very sharp saber pointed at your throat. You slowly straighten up to see a proud, reptilian face and neck above prominent shoulder blades and a whip-cord lean body. Powerful legs are clothed in light tan trousers and he wears no tunic as it is the hottest part of the day. "Traveller be warned, touch the cub not if you value your life."the proud lizard/human sheaths the saber and scratches the dirt with one taloned foot. "I am Kavine, gaurdian of this grove and its inhabitant."You back away a step as no to be seen as a threat to his precious charge. "The Chire, my people, are hospitable to travellers but we have our own codes of honor. Tread carefully, stranger. You are among warriors."with that and a spring of his powerful legs. He is in th tree and out of site.

Statistics
Name:Tarkin
Tribe:Ninja
Gender:Male
Mate:Escinnira
Abilities:Speed-helps him dodge attacks and run from predetors of the desert. Cameflouge-in the proper enviorment, he can curl up under his tail and become all but invisible.Sandstorm-he can call up a hurricane of sand, its size depending on how much sand he can call and how much he can control. Desert magic-this is mostly small things like finding water beneath the sands, moving sand, calling sand. Sandstorm is a type of desert magic.
Origin:Egyptan Desert

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