Satchmo

Hatched on the fringe of Nature Flight territory, in the rivers that connect the world, Satchmo felt an immediate call from the Tidelord. Like countless Gators before him, Satchmo was to be his emmesary, patroling the swamps and rivers that all inevitably lead to his lord. Earth by blood, Nature by birth and Water by calling, Satchmo has the perfect blend of elemental connection to be mastuful in his duties. And he can carry quite a snazzy tune.

Though they have no gift for flight, gator wings push them through the water, as graceful as any bird through the sky. Able to lay in wait just below the surface of the calm bayou for hours, any disturbance is quickly met with a supernatural burst of speed and once the jaws of a gator snap down on their target, there is no chance of escape. Heavy and dense gators drag their quary into the depths and violently roll to dismember their prey. The only way to guarantee safe voyage through gator territory is with the blessing of their lord or the soothing sound of some sweet sweet jazz.