(Happenstance meeting. You can be any species)

For whatever reason, you found yourself trudging through the wasteland that was the Sand Kingdom; hot sand sizzled against your talons and the sun beat at your back, as if it wanted to cook your scales for a nice hot lunch.

And that’s when you spotted, him: the only one of his kind, a Rain/SandWing. His scales were as pale as a dehydrated skink and as warm as the sand, his eyes were pitch-black; soulless, and his left-hind leg looked like all its scales were melted off—perhaps a punishment from the overbearing sun.

So, with your interest piqued, you approached the curious hybrid—your shackles raised and your head low to the soft sand.

“Leave me be.” The hybrid hissed at you, his frills flaring—your one and only warning.