Powers and Abilities: Lounging, sleeping, dozing, reclining, stretching. Looking gorgeous. Actually, teleportation, strong telepathy, and emotion controlling.

Size: around 6 feet at shoulder, around 14 feet long

Dam: Yssyneth Sire: unknown random Zalor genes

He didn't even bother moving, when someone walked by. The Healing Den was hosting some party or other, and the Ambassadors had gathered. There were a few on four feet, mostly they were biped humanoids. What Ytzak was doing among them no one quite knew. He was an experiment, yet another Zalor created out of the labs in one of the Nexus worlds. His original name had merely been a number - 1G3756. But his mother's name appealed to him, and for some reason a Sangerish name came to him.

But right now, Ytzak was laying on his side, on one of the large stone pillars which dotted the Healing Den's gathering places. Sometimes people would stand on them, sometimes eggs were placed there, or food, or whatever. Right now it was a perfect lounging place for him. He flipped his mop of shiny hair over his face and slept.

"What do you think? Is he going to stay here all day?" Asked Baeris. Kalkin shrugged, and several other Sangers did the same.

"He's really pretty, look at that hair." Someone said.

"And he knows it," another of their breed answered. Though they had black hair and brown was more odd for them, the rest of the Sangers adopted him as their own kind - Baeris knew they enjoyed any moment of vanity, so he fit right in. They left him to his rest, someone put down a bowl of meat from the kitchens.

Ytzak swatted at the flitters that tried to take his meal. He'd smelled it of course, and appreciated the gesture. After all, he'd be wanting to test out the local cuisine. If he was going to be staying for any length of time that is...