"No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings."
—William Blake, *The Marriage of Heaven and Hell*

Wind Drake

Drakes prowl the skies of Kaladesh, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

The List

Kaladesh

Orim regarded Gerrard coolly. "You are like the drake," she said, her expression unchanging. "It works hard to maintain its position, but to us it seems to glide along effortlessly. You must do the same."

Tempest Remastered

Air currents whip through the city corridors, creating wind tunnels that accelerate urban drakes toward their prey.