Nia wandered through the desert, the tall dry grass grazing her legs. The heat of the sun beating onto her skin. She didnt mind though, the heat did not get to her like it did most humans. If one looked closley they could see pale black spots alover her tan skin. Tan that was not made by the sun, but was natural. If one looked closley at her face they would see black lines running from the corner of her eye to the corner of the mouth, or tear trails. Her hair cut short in a pixie cut, framing her face shape.
Some green trees lay here and there in the desert, even pools of water could be come across. Nia knew this desert, it was like a second home to her. She knew where the gazell ate and ran from the many preditors that threatened their lives. Little did they know that she could easily be one of them.
As she walked in the brush she could hear gentle footsteps, soft, controlled. Nia stopped in her tracks and turned. The moment she turned around however she felt her body hit the ground as well as another warm body hit her. On top of her was a cheetah, a beautiful cat. The animal purred and laughed before getting up. To anyone else the laugh would have only sounded like a faint scratching, but to Nia it was as clear as the sun.
Nia's fun was cut short however when she heard some shouting from who knows where about a dangerous cheetah. She rolled her eyes and nodded at her friend, in three seconds the cat as to 75 mph and was gone.

When polsolve saw the cheeta face too face with this odd colored humanoid
He shouted out with a booming voice "WATCH OUT" when the cheeta ran away
The dragonborn went over and helped the strange colored person up,"what Is your name stranger?" "And what are you doing out here in the desert it is dangerous out here?"
"well night is coming soon we should get too cover I know where a cave is it should only take an hour or two too get there if you wish too come it may be a smart choice who knows what kind of elementals are out at night"

Eliel walked through the sands, leaving behind canine footprints. He wore the form of a large black wolf with crimson eyes, a mere disguise to hide his appearance from the rest of Imythess. Few knew his secret, and fewer yet would really accept him for what he currently was, an abomination.

Figuring he was far enough from civilization, he deactivated the mantle’s magic, a seam opening along the wolf’s belly and widening, becoming little more than a large wolf pelt. Eliel pulled off the pelt and stowed it away, revealing his large, gleaming form.

A drider, the man was completely a drow from the waist up, save for two extra red eyes and some strangely delicate-looking features. Yet his entire lower half was gone, replaced by the body of an enormous black spider.

Eliel’s eight legs made rounded imprints in the sand, enjoying the feeling of the heat on his back. On a belt around his stomach, right above where his torso met arachnid parts, sat an intricately made sheath, drow made. The hilt of the sheathed scimitar was beautifully made, a metal snake with small, finely made obsidian scales.

Eliel spotted several forms not far off, appearing to be two humanoid figures.