Doran Zhonya's Story

The sounds of the forest, the rush of blood in his ears and the scent of his prey's fear. This is why Doran loved the thrill of the hunt. There just wasn't something nearly as satisfying as catching your own food. He was sure the deer he was chasing thought differently. His feet pounded the hard soil of the forest as Doran sprinted after his meal. After his earlier ambush, he had dug his claws inside the deer's tough hide and let it run. With the poison now in it's veins, it wouldn't last long. Besides, the running before death made the meat not as tough. Sure enough, the deer had slowed down to a mere crawl, struggling to move even a step more. Doran sighed and slit the creatures neck. He hated seeing animal's suffer. His sharp claw cut through the underbelly like butter as he set about cleaning his fresh kill.

About ten minutes later, the venison was sizzling on the giant rock he used for cooking. The rock was heated through a hot spring that rested just below it. Doran much preferred his little swamp to the campgrounds. The camp was always loud and full of people but here, no one came here but his food and himself. There was plenty of pools if he decided to go for a swim, something he did after every meal, but most importantly, it was much to wet and humid here to make a fire. Doran hated fire more then he hated people taking his food. The flickering red mass struck chords of fear deep inside of him that he could not overcome. Perhaps it was because it was the only thing that could stop his regenerative abilities or maybe it was just because it's damn hot. He had no idea. The Hydra picked a piece of meat off the slab and gave it an experimental lick. "Perfect! The Thyme and Dandelion mix excellently!" With the ferocity of a hungry animal, Doran tore into the muscle, devouring the whole deer in five minutes.

With a great splash, the redhead jumped into the water, his glasses safely resting on the shoreline. He let out a small gasp at how cold it was but quickly became used to it and began floating down the stream. Doran closed his eyes and placed his hands behind his head, using his legs to keep him afloat. It was so relaxing he would have fallen asleep in the water if not for the sound of footsteps echoing throughout his precious swamp. He stopped and crawled onto the shore of the river, hiding in the dense underbrush. He was still a little peckish, perhaps he would have a little snack before he went to camp. When an elf came into view, Doran huffed with disappointment. He couldn't eat an elf. They looked too much like a human and human meat tasted bitter. Along side her was a dragon, though this one did not look nearly as cool as his did. Now he definitely wouldn't be eating her.

He rose form the underbrush as quietly as he could, so not to startle her. 'Maybe if I strike up a conversation with her, she won't tell anyone about my secret place." Doran strode towards the elf, completely aware of the fact he was naked. "What, may I ask you, are you doing in my swamp?" Doran asked with a little smile.