The dunes of his home sprawl out before him; where others are drawn to the snowcapped mountains of Tinuvel or the dense jungles of Atlantis, he is drawn to the sparkling sands. He moves with grace and confidence across the shifting sands, this land is apart of him. It is apart of his soul and his pounding heart, it breathes its life into him with each sultry breeze that whispers across the sands.

As he crests the final dune, his dark eyes scan the long shoreline that stretches out before him. A lone figure stands within the surf and his lone cry echoes across the empty beach. His ears stand erect within his unkempt onyx locks as he eyes the stranger before he begins his descent to the hardened sands below. He raises his chiseled crown high onto his sleek neck as he approaches the onyx stranger.

He notices the man stands just on the edge of the surf and does not venture any further, this brings a sense of peace to the Sultan. His dark eyes take in the massive man, his convex nose and his towering height. He slides to a halt and his tail flags over his hindquarters.

"Welcome to the Dunes," he dips his crown briefly before he continues. "I am Bahadır, Sultan of the Dunes. What brings you to my shores?" he asks.