Jerex Dane

Motionless he lay, hidden among the shadows of the twisting branches and vines.  The sounds of the swamp's many inhabitants echoed through the narrow passage of tangled roots, vines and branches below.  As he waited for his prey his thoughts were of his coming adventure.  An old friend had contacted him with an invitation that would take him from these hunting grounds to new adventures.  The thought of traversing the stars to new worlds excited him.  

Without realizing it he'd grown weary of hunting the same prey in the same swamps, Savannahs,  grasslands and forests.  There was a comfort that came from knowing your prey and the lands so well.  This comfort, though, was a double-edged sword for it brought with it a sort of laziness.  This is what becomes of a predator that hunts familiar soil for too long ... he becomes LAZY! He had become lazy!   He was an honored warrior and predator among his people and this would not be his legacy. 

Maligaant's letter had awakened him, it had opened a window right into his soul.  This would be his final hunt on familiar ground, at least for sometime to come.  Soon he'd be a member of the Draigons, fighting and hunting alongside his blood brother.  Maligaant had saved his life a few years back, leaping from the brush and throwing himself between a very wounded Jerex and a pair of shapers.  Thinking back on it now perhaps that had been his first sign that he had become lazy.  They never should have gotten the drop on him like they did.  But at least it gave the two Togorians a chance to meet and come to know each other. 

SNAP! The sound of something moving below brought him back to the moment, his senses acutely aware. He could smell it ... a large reptile that called this swamp it's home. The swamp water rippled with the silent disturbance of it's moving mass. His prey had arrived.  He could see it's enormous body slithering below him now, his claws dug into the wood as he lept from the branches.