Teostra
Legacy Name: Teostra

The Snowy peaks were not his usual choice of habitat, yet he often took refuge in the slippery peaks and the solitude and silence they provided. He was nearly blind, nearly deaf and riddled in a vast array of old wounds and scars- most of which still played him up on occasion. The beast carried the marks of many hardships, all of which had taken their toll on him both mentally and physically, yet still he found the energy and strength to go on- even if it was an undisputed fact that he was nearing the end of his lifespan.

With his tattered ears perking slightly to the sound of a high and terrified scream, Teostra paused in his tracks. The cry was one he had heard many times in his lifetime, often from hunters whom had bitten off more than they could chew and often from the terrified souls of villagers whom’s home had been the target of another beasts wrath. This scream, however, was different and younger than those which he had heard- it was also light, implying that whoever and whatever made it was far too young to be hunting or even out unattended. By nature, Teostra was a fearsome creature, with a temper as terrible as the legends that surrounded his dreaded species, yet this beast had seen more than his fair share and had lived far longer than most. He had not only mellowed slightly in his years, but he had also grown wise and indifferent to most of the human species. He waged no war against the towns whom he flew over and he did not incinerate those around him. His supremacy status had often made hunters wary of him and even though he could of unleashed his rage and used his mighty strength to catch them off guard, he had not. Instead, he had passed many by with nothing more than a brief glance or gentle grumble- both of which often left onlookers both awe-struck and shaken. Teostra had not even waged war upon the village which had slain his brood and partner, for he had understood that their actions were done out of poor judgement and a grave misunderstanding. He harbored sorrow, yes, but he held no hate or need for vengeance- not against those whom had so foolishly jumped to conclusions, at least. It was a miracle that the creature was still standing, in his deteriorating state and with his years being against him, yet he felt that he still had one last thing to fulfill before he could return to the Earth and rest with his partner, whom had been slain many, many years ago- back when he truly was a terrifying monster and in his prime.

With his heated claws sinking in to the soft and dissolving snow, Teostra slowly turned his body and head- so that he could face the direction from which the terrified cry came. He was blinded by the brightness of the surrounding snow, which didn’t help his already hazy and poor eyesight. His once blazing, inferno-red eyes struggled to distinguish shapes in the blanket of white, especially now in their paling and failing state. Still, he tried to look on and locate who and what had called out, as his aching limbs hurled his aged body forth in and towards the commotion. Upon reaching the edge of the peak, Teostra gazed down through squinted lids. His pale pupils could vaguely make out the shape of a large orange beast, whom had cornered a tiny human child against the edge of an even steeper cliff. There was no doubt in the Elder Dragon’s mind what was going to become of the tiny creature, given the ravenous assaulting monster was no other than the dreaded Tigrex- a creature which was well known for its savage nature, as well as its overwhelming dislike for humans. With his broken tail flicking from side to side, Teostra struggled to see more clearly- as well as weigh up the situation a little more. He knew that time was of the essence, especially when the child was so young and defenseless. He also knew that he had no attachment for the tiny girl and that there was every chance that she would grow up to hunt him and his kind in her older years, yet still he found himself edging ever closer to the mountain edge. By both lore and rights, a creature of his heritage, a fierce, brutal, human-hating Elder Dragon- worthy of nightmares, should have felt no attachment to a small, delicate human. He should have done away with the Tigrex and taken the spoils for himself- considering he would probably not find any easier pickings, yet despite being a male of the species and a dominant, powerful specimen, Teostra found himself readying for battle. The cry had rallied his need to protect and the Tigrex had pumped his unsteady body full of adrenaline and life- both of which had become incredibly scarce in his later years.