Rash'thorxq

Rash'thorxq were not sure what happened. That did not happen often as they were part of the mighty Sphynx Clan. They remembered that they had boasted of their power as the champion of the dunes. Their speciality was to lead merchants and travelers astray in the vast deserts of the region. They feasted on their resolve first, then their sanity as they stayed further and further away from hope and deeper into the sandstorm.

They howled in victory as they fed on the poor souls and then they settled quietly as they went to tear into the empty shells that remained.

One of those souls, must have been one of the kin. It hid from them. Mocked them. And then turned on them. And when Rash'thorxq woke up, they woke up in hell. Suddenly there were no longer many but one, and the sands were no longer to be found. They were not carried by the winds anymore but by the currents in the space they were floating in. No. Wait. They were not floating. They were... swimming. They... They were fish. If the Rash'thorxq could howl at this point they would not do that in victory but in despair.

They were cast so far from their domain and turned into what they have perceived as a pure abomination and what is even worse... they did not know how to get back.

They were known as Rash'thorxq, the many of the sand dunes that lead souls astray. Now they are known as the screaming fish. Strange sand colored fish that cannot swim properly and all assume that it screams in terror for it can't hide from the predators.

The past Rash'thorxq would howl at this idea, they would rip those who claimed such things apart. They are unable to do these things anymore, as they are no longer many, and the one that remains... is just a lost empty shell.