Outcast

*At the Shifting Sands tribe*

A large dark brown Scorpion egg sitting deep inside of a cave buried in sand cracks apart and a 10ft long Scorpion Lord crawls out. Dark armor plating covers his body, a long tail with a large stinger dripping venom sways above him. Razor-sharp pinchers tear apart the eggshell and he starts to eat it.

"Marsall looks like your evolution was successful" a voice calls out from the entrance of the cave.

"Lord! yes, thanks to you I successfully advanced to scorpion lord. Also, my hidden injuries have finally been healed" Says Marsall.

As he crawled to the entrance, a massive Manticore elder was waiting for him. More than 30ft long with a body similar to a lion with brilliant red-colored fur, a long thick mane, scorpion tail, and a chilling face that was a mixture of human and lion features that has a long grey beard.

"Lord has anything happened while I was evolving?" asked Marsall.

"That dragonkin you met at the Blood Matches Valoris was his name? He managed to shake up our little Alliance. Both the Bloodyfang and the Silverbacks have been destroyed. He also beat you in evolving too by the way" Said the Manticore elder.

"Valoris...I will catch up to you, and then we will have a proper fight again" thinks Marsall before he burrows underground to begin training again.

*Deep within the Unclaimed Forest*

A thin long Wyrm with black, and red scales is tearing apart a deranged beast while muttering the word "Kill" over and over. She is covered on wounds but blood seems to be flowing from the dead bodies into her body.

"Valoris...I'm going to rip you apart and drink you dry before I do the same to the rest of your family" she muttered.

Rell twitched all over, she clearly was unstable. Talking to herself, odd twitches, lapping at the blood. Suddenly she looked off into the distance and ran away from the sounds of voices approaching.

*Flaming Winds tribe*

A burning red pheasant queen is eating a large dead fire attribute beast when a Phoenix elder lands next to her. "Delior...are you sure you want to do this? if you stay I can promise you that you will inherit the tribe alphas position. Please, I'm begging you. Think off all that the tribe has done for you" says the elder, his voice desperate.

Delior looks up and stares at him, her eyes cold and unflinching before she responds, each of her words coming out slowly and almost mechanically.

"All the tribe has done for me? what have you done for me? you all ignored me until I started to become a threat to your elder's offspring.

Then my family and I suffered attacks and abuse to make me knuckle under. Finally, when I didn't you killed my family.

If an elder from the Phoenix clan hadn't visited and took me as a disciple then I would be dead as well. So tell me exactly...what have you down for me?"

The elder stuttered before flying off. As he did Delior watched him before muttering.

"Valoris, soon I will be back to take back my pride" before flying off"

*Demons Spawning Pit #47*

Two Demon Generals spar, One an older male covered in scars with grey hair, and chipped broken horns. The other a teen male with long black hair holding a spear while the older male is empty-handed.

"Begin"

the teen charges the elder, his hind leg muscles bunching as he comes in with a wild swing. The elder calmly blocks it and sends a powerful palm thrust to the teen's c.h.e.s.t.

The teen is knocked over and flounders to get back to his feet. While he does the elder looks down at him and sighs. Disappointment is clear in his eyes before he speaks.

"Your lack of control is still a problem. Anger can be useful, as long as you control it. We are not common soldiers, We are Generals! as such we must always keep a cool head.

You will have to send soldiers to their deaths. that's a fact, the least you can do is make sure that their deaths were useful to the Lord. If you lose yourself to your anger it will cloud your judgment and demons will die for nothing"

the anger in the teen's eyes bleeds away before it's replaced with an intense determination.

"Yes, Father I understand. Father, when will attack the beastkin again?" he asks, his voice excited.

"The Lord is reconsidering, apparently the Blood Pavilion that guards the border had some internal conflicts. A Wyrm belonging to the Crimson Flame tribe of all things managed to gain the support of the Storm dragon clan, this changes things. We may need reinforcements if we want to overwhelm the border" explains the elder. The teen frowns before saying.

"Father...if we kill the wyrm then the Storm dragon clan won't care about the border anymore. What's his name?"

"Valoris..his name is Valoris"