Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

- W.B. Yeats, The Second Coming

Being a great wyrm of a species unknown to Revaliir, having descended from the Sun's surface while under the influence of a yet undetermined force.
His form is largely serpentine: scarlet scales cover the vast majority of his body, with the notable exception of the ridge along his spine, whence sprouts a white mane running from between two dark horns at the rear of his skull to very near the tip of his tail.
His legs recall those of an eagle, being bereft of plumage and displaying black skin instead; one backward- and three forward-facing talons adorn each of his four feet.
He does not possess wings, but is able to fly on account of an innate understanding of the hidden forces underpinning the world.
His head is almost lupine in structure, having a long muzzle and a pair of long, flowing whiskers which always seem to move in perfect symmetry.

Statistics
Height 2.75 m
Length 13.5 m
Weight 790 kg
Irises Gold