The Kunshu Dragons of Mercury are majestic beasts indeed, borne aloft by great leathery wings of multifarious tones and hues. Their distinctive beauty is unmatched. In contrast to their appearance, they are bestial hunters of the highest order; their diamond-hard talons can rip through flesh with ease and a blazing fiery exhalation from a fang-lined maul will incinerate a human morsel to a cinder in mere seconds. These animals hunt in packs where their familial ties and sense of hierarchy are near unbreakable. To gaze upon their cavernous dwellings is to see rows upon rows of colossal stalactites, bejewelled with hundreds of the iridescent raptors, hanging like the Chiroptera of old Earth. The Densetsu Whisperers have told superstitious and terrifying legends of these creatures since the planet was first terraformed. In more recent years, the legends have fallen way to truth, as the Mishiman population has swelled and the paths of human and dragon have more and more frequently crossed. The great tunnels of Mercury are vast, but nowhere near large enough to house the growing megacorporation comfortably. When the Mishimans dug deep, they broke the very walls separating, but also protecting them, from the Kunshu Dragons. The unfortunate pioneers were incinerated in an inferno of bestial anger. The cautious dragons gradually investigated their new tunnels, ripping asunder any unfortunate human they fell upon. The release of the dragons gave the Mishimans a dilemma; destroy the beautiful beasts of legend without honour or honour them and the Densetsus of old they represent, by recognising their majesty and incorporating them in their rightful place in society. The decision was simple; the lower levels of the tunnel complexes were resealed and an honourable role of Dragonmaster was introduced into the military ranks. Over generations the dragons learnt to trust their human neighbours and count on them for food and protection. The taming process had begun. The Kunshu Dragons seem to know their place in Mishima society, physically bowing to the higher echelons, while devouring the lower classes foolish enough to get too close. It appears they are themselves able to recognise the level of honour a Mishiman deserves. An emphatic bond of subservience from the Kunshu Dragons toward the higherclass society of Mishima is now forged. As such the offspring of the Liege-Lords often ride the magnificent creatures in battle
with an empathic confidence and mutual assurance. The rider’s armour is enamelled in the colours and symbols of their family status and liege position. To see a korekushon of the Kunshu Dragons swoop into battle is to see a vivid and variegated spectrum of reptilian flesh rain down
from the skies, a rare rainbow of bestial, fiery fury and Mishiman honour. It will probably be one of the last things you will ever see.
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