Delta

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Delta was never your usual Tundra, he had his own speed. While others soared through life, he was more of an absent minded glider. Grazing on pastures like the others just seemed tedious and uninteresting to him. As his flock was flying one day, his mind swept him up in a day dream. Without noticing, he got separated from the rest of the flock. In awe, he found himself in The Arcane lands.

Meteors crashing down, knocking shards of crystals all around the lands of focal point. While here, Delta found himself a new clan. They smelled friendly enough. His job was going to be taking care of some of the few remaining islands left. Most often Delta, could be seen sleeping high above. Though his breath kept all the islands enemies away. Until one day, a meteor struck Delta before it made impact on an island. Closing in quickly to dispatch his foe, he suddenly stopped after seeing a scared grasslands trunker. Reminding him of his homeland, they fast became friends.

by Twistedsoulx