Garamana

Minor - empathy, stat increase (strength), stat increase (agility), Manipulate heat

Major - draconic form (mutation below) gives flight, size is large (body type 105) for Zekirans, command small flighted creatures, speed (reaction +)

Special - Psychometry

Dragontaur form permanent (extra legs, long tail, wings x2 sets, draconic head, horns, claws) (appearance lower for those folks who can't 'deal' with non-bipedal people); gives bonus to Vision (x2) and attack damage (smashing, cutting), armor natural (20 points to cutting, impale and elemental)

Garamana whisked by, her heavy claws cutting into the soft dirt of the pathway. Viridia and her companions nodded in appreciation, she was fast even by their standards, and they'd seen a lot of Steed races.  Faster than most Steeds by a long shot, Gara pulled up to a halt with a bit of difficulty. Stopping wasn't one of her interests... While moving certainly was!

The twins Seeker and Secret were particularly interested in this new arrival. Since coming to Planet Twenty everyone knew there were species out there that just had to be investigated. Were they long lost descendants? The immortals had after all been out and about for a very long time. But then again, their genetics were so flexible anyway that it hardly mattered. They had never had trouble sensing, breeding with, healing or understanding any creature's genes.

Garamana wasn't entirely sure why they all looked at her so much, but everyone was friendly toward her. There were even some folks with her body shape (which were the twins and more, their offspring? their relatives?), and many with her coloration - they'd found the Cheetah kin to be amenable to close ties. The dragontaur would wander among all these and more.

Since she was rather large, the lion kin didn't mess with her. Since she could fly, most of the more predatory kin couldn't really touch her anyway. So she felt safe enough to tour around the mountain that the city of Zekira was planted upon, from the depths of Daurana's bay, to the peak where Tresis and his mess of wild dragons rested. She kind of avoided them - Neres Storm was a bit protective of 'her' males... She had a harem up there.

Garamana was pretty sure she'd wind up with her own, eventually, because look at all the males just standing there with their jaws slack. She could walk with that gait she'd seen - an expressive, somewhat naughty gait. But she could also raise her wings, almost do a fan dance without a single accessory. They really seemed to get a kick out of that...

Something she kind of stayed away from, however, was the archives. Deep inside their mountain home, secure from all manner of weather or effects, the Zekirans had stored their most precious commodities: antiquities from their homeworld, and hundreds of others. While it was nice to look at, Gara could only get so close to them. The one time someone had handed her a simple statuette she almost dropped it - it was filled with time, with history. It flooded her mind with things she could hardly understand. Where it had been, who had handled it, when it had been repaired (hundreds of thousands of years ago!), everything. Kind Viridia led her back outside, and explained that perhaps it was for the best if she concentrated only on the newer things - ones found here and now.

Gara agreed completely.