Sertha

ID: F.CA.1.010



Name: Bjorn’orta
Sub Order: Oh the Larger Shall Run, But Never be Outdone Lay the mire Red, Crimson Fangs to Dread Solitary be thy Howl, Feather to Encowl
Class: Pretaria
Sub Class: Orta
Order: Roungar
Group: Baj’orna
Sub Group: Cunning Buck
Height: 5-7ft
Weight: 1786-1815lbs
Length: 7-8ft

Related Species:
Malka'masiern

Calls:

Range

Malka'masiern stay within the Upʐ Kinöck Flats. The marshy mire a desert oasis, rarely if ever will Malka'masiern leave. Typically only during natural disasters.


Bjorn’orta


Overview


Much like its cousin the Malka'masiern, the Bjorn’orta traverse upon four legs. From their chest sprout a pair of arms, they use these to dig through the mud. Looking around for viable sweet roots or small wriggling things. The supporting front legs of the Bjorn’orta, back of the head, and shoulders all possess a fan of red and deep teal color. The tail is a massive array of feathers crowned by hip armor. The same armor that protects its skull.
Despite being flighty and shy, the Bjorn’orta unlike Malka'masiern will stand its ground. And result to violence far often than not. And while impracticable in most situations, their large crimson fangs are often laced with toxic saliva. And in a close quarter brawl their serrated edges will rend and tear any prey/predator

Temperment


Bjorn’orta if repeatedly approached will stand their ground. While dangerous, if one makes no openly violent approach. One could draw near. Thought it is still a gamble of if the animal will attack or not. Bjorn’orta refuse to be steeds, and are far from obedient. They cannot be made into beasts of burden without intense struggle.

Life Cycle


They unlike their others mate for life. Though they are not the most caring of parents. In their roost, clutches of eight to ten are born. Young whelps protected by mud walls are fed by their parents. This roost is no permanent home, and a year or two into the pups life, will the parents depart. Expecting the young to follow and take a journey days in length. It is here that most of the clutch dies. Leaving one or two to make it to their new home.

From there, the remaining young are raised to fruition. The love that was withheld with the parents before is now unleashed in full. They are fed vigorously, protected with fervor, and seen to adulthood. A tedious task taking years of careful isolation and grooming. Once an adult, they disperse. going out to find a mate and repeat the cycle.