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A peculiar creature bipedal creature standing roughly 6' even the head was decidedly canine like, straight crimson hair would fall back past his shoulders a pair of fox like ears poked from that hair, a pair of smooth horns would protrude out just behind thoes ears ebony in color and bearing a smooth texture. Strangely if one watched close enough they might see them twitch or move from time to time. His eyes were particularly intresting slitted like a serpents and colored liquid gold with flecks of silver that seemed to float in within thoes gold pools. His muzzle resembled that of a canine though it was wider than any conventional canine and just a hair longer than a wolf's odd pits seemed to trail from his black nose down to almost his cheeks. His neck was long and thick which matched the rest of his well muscled form toned and built strong. Not one pair but two pairs of wings adorned his shoulders the upper set were based vulture quite large with long feathers excelent for riding the thermals high above the earth. The second set was akin to that of a dragon three fingers spanned through the membranes with a thumb claw gracing the "hand" though this set lacked the sheer size of the upper wings being roughly half there size. His actual hands were of the five finger variety each tipped with thick claws good for clinging to rock and sheer cliffs or for piercing armor. His legs were thick and strong perhaps making him a strong jumper his feet being digigrate in nature standing on his toes he held the feet of a canine...with slightly longer toes and bearing the same style claws as his hands. His tail would seem fox like in nature but was far longer and a great deal more mobile. Lastly his coloration was...bold to say the least the basic color was black covering all of his form and was broken up by bright yellow stripes which went from his cheeks down his sides to his ankles...they also adorned his arms and lower wings thoes yellow stripes being bordered by red gave for quite the easy thing to spot on most days.

Kadassa’s story is one of tragedy and transformation—a tale of a creature born from darkness, shaped by violence, and ultimately consumed by the very power that he sought to control. From his birth as a tool of war, designed with the intention of carrying out destruction, to his slow evolution into something more complex, his journey reflects the costs of unchecked ambition and the relentless passage of time.

His initial flaw, the spark of self-awareness, changed him from a mindless weapon into something capable of questioning his own existence. For years, he was a being caught in a cycle of bloodshed, forced into war and violence, seeing only the cruelty of a world that saw him as nothing more than a tool. But as his mind grew, he began to wonder: Was this all there was to him? Was he truly just a weapon, or was he capable of something more?

The decision to break free from the chains of those who controlled him marked a pivotal moment. His transformation into the monster of nightmares, a creature beyond anyone’s control, was both an act of rebellion and a tragic acknowledgment of the role he had been forced to play. The kingdoms that had once seen him as an asset now feared him, and in their fear, they tried to imprison him—only to learn that such a creature could not be tamed.

His retreat into solitude, a life of reading and reflection, hints at a deep yearning for something more than violence. Perhaps it was during these centuries of quiet contemplation that he began to understand the world in ways that went beyond the barbaric struggles for power. The obsession with books could have been an attempt to grasp knowledge beyond the bloodstained realm he had once inhabited—an attempt to understand the world that he had ravaged and lost.

When he finally reemerged, hundreds of years later, it was with a new purpose. His initial return to society was subtle, even clever. Using the gift of persuasion, honed through countless years of manipulation and observation, he slowly worked his way into the hearts and minds of the people. This was a Kadassa who had learned the art of governance, who no longer relied on brute force, but instead on the subtlety of words and the might of influence. The once-dominating warlord had become a ruler, and under his guidance, the kingdom thrived.

But as the legend of Kadassa grew, so did his hunger for power. The thirst for conquest, once a mere tool for survival, had become a consuming force. In seeking to expand his kingdom, he unleashed devastation upon the world, and eventually, he was forced to confront the limits of his own ambition. His fall from power was inevitable, a consequence of his insatiable drive for more.

Yet, the true tragedy of Kadassa’s story lies in what came after. After losing everything, after being reduced once more to the myth of a monster, he disappeared, and the world moved on. Centuries passed, but the essence of who he was—the creature born of war and born again of ambition—remained a shadow in the collective consciousness of the world. He had become a legend, a story that people told to frighten their children, but nobody alive remembered the true terror he had once wrought.

Now, centuries later, he emerges again—unscathed by time, untouched by the changes the world has undergone. The kingdoms are different, yet in many ways, they remain the same. The question now is not whether Kadassa will return to his old ways, but how he will adapt to a world that has long since forgotten him. Will he seek redemption for the years of destruction, or will he once again fall prey to the seductive call of power? Only time will tell.

His story is a cautionary tale—about the cost of power, the fleeting nature of legacy, and the endless cycle of destruction that can follow when a creature is born for war. But in the quiet moments, when the books are open and the world is still, perhaps Kadassa will find something new to strive for. A new purpose. A new future. Or maybe, he will simply embrace the monster that the world has always seen him as.