The Typhon are a cunning and predatory race, who are masters of the red deserts of Ægyptus. The entirety of their being is shaped to withstand the ravages of the dusty, barren wastes. Long, square ears stand straight up from their crimson-skinned heads, and they can hear a distant viper slithering its way across the sand. They have reptilian maws filled with sharp teeth for rending their prey''''s flesh, no matter how tough the hide or lean the carrion. Their gleaming eyes are the hue of a bloody sunset, and with those eyes the Typhon can see clearly on moonless nights. They are possessed of surpassing stamina and incredible strength. They can spend long nights running across the dunes, never pausing to rest, or rip the fiercest lion limb from limb with steely claws and dagger-sharp teeth. The sinewy body of a Typhon is taut with tension like a hunter''''s bow drawn back for the kill... as if he is forever expecting attack, and craved the moment when he will be able to slay his foe.