Theme Music: http://youtu.be/bE9aa0YXuxs

When the Arctacians banished their failed creations to this frozen planet, they hoped they would eventually die out from extinction due to their lack of being able to reproduce and have little in the way of aid on this lone world. The Arctacians were wise about this by only creating one gender of their newly created species, the Tythra Lions. Unfortunately, the Tythran fell to a strange corruption that was unclear in nature or origin when they were first activated. They were also dangerous beasts and could not be dealt with for long directly. As such, here the Tythran were on this planet of barren and cold waste that was only dotted with any remote hint of fertile land. Meanwhile, the Arctacians were looking for ways to put an end to their creations, in case they somehow managed to survive their exile here.

Years had passed and the Tythran were becoming clever for such savage creatures they were. They managed to stake a claim on the planet and called it home and were making quick advances in technology as the Tythran found ways to exploit their intelligence and the very prison they were left to.

There was one prototype that all the other Tythran were based on and with the greatest potential to exceed his original design. One day, on this lonely planet, he did exactly that. Even though this Tythran fell to the same strange corruption as the others, he was a bit more contemplative of his situation. Over time, he began to understand the things around him and the laws of the strange universe they were born into. And so, the time had come where he looked up on this day and smiled with confidence. He outstretched his arms and levitated gently from the ground. Soon, he flew quickly towards the stars as he ascended far into the heavens.

The Tythran was up high before too long. He came to a stop once he realized he was up past the atmosphere of the planet. The lion stopped breathing and seemed to sustain himself just fine in the vacuum of space. He was designed to withstand and survive just about any element he was subjected to. He gazed around in amazement as he saw the sheer beauty of the celestial bodies that could be seen out here in the dead silence. He wondered what could be next for his species as he was still conflicted with the desire to destroy. The black creature knew he couldn't stay here now, for he knew his creators would be back soon to finish his brethren off.

The feline then took flight as he began to move as fast as light, if not faster. But to where, another planet? Another plane of reality? He was not sure. Maybe he simply needed time to think on this.

"Arctacia...", he thought. "The intrigue of being named after my own creators."

[ Art by Raithwal of FurAffinity. He did a fantastic job on this. ]