Here's a little peer into something I have planned, as well. -------
When I was but a young lion living in the hot plains of my home, I was influenced by the sight of nature's fiercest methods of destruction to such a point where I wondered what it would be like to see such power up close. Of course that was before I obtained my "gift," one that I do not regret trading for my ability to bare children. When I met Whisper for the first time she was a child, a dancer for a village nestled into a forest at the edge of the humid pits of Asia. Her long, pointed ears reminded me of devil horns, and her abnormally large wings gave me the first idea as to what I could use her for. Looking at her now, I feel pride. The ragged young bat I had met had been raised into a luxurious, fierce combatant. I admit training her and watching her grow was somewhat difficult, at times I was sure she would be a better fit for an escort, but once she began to find the power of those wings even I was at a loss for words. To put it simply every beat of her massive wings threaten to crack the ground beneath her, shatter what stands in her way - or is, god forgive, beneath her. She can summon gusts of glorious destructive winds at a whim, twist and spin to disrupt those around her, and toss even heavy fighters in a fit of wind. The power is incredible, the potential is endless, her strategy is almost flawless. It's too bad she's such a tart. As she grew her body filled out to the point where even I have given rather shameful glances at that buxom shapely girl that I raised like a daughter. She revels in the attention she gets, and although she cannot take a hit to save her life she seems to enjoy every punishment given for a wrong swing, a bad kick or miss. Still, I cannot deny that although she's growing slower than my other subordinates her potential as my heir far exceeds that of her colleagues. Now I must excuse myself.