At the southern east side of Dasiris, resembling a snort of pressurised air from a horse's snout were the peninsular lands, dyed in lush greens till the very ends of the island.
Inhabiting that heavy forest(y) terrain, were a race abandoned for the last few decades, named beast men.
With the forests offering them everything except for a place on the main lands, the tribes there lived in peace till date, while exploring everything there was to the island that raised them into the warriors they were today.
There never was a time when there steered a boat or a ship to enter the island, but the day seemed to be an exception since an armed navy ship steered is way to dock at the island which brimmed with resources.
A six feet tall Eagle that scaled the skies, watched as the ship made its way towards the island but it did nothing, since the probabilities of the ship steering away also existed,
But,