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Naya's Clan

Like a phoenix birthing wings

Lesser Lair

nestled in the

Driftwood Drag

Clan Info

The land of the Shadowbinder is not a place intended for the living. It is a place of dark shadows and darker nightmares. Living forms cannot exist in these lands and the creatures that roam this land can hardly be called dragons; they have become one with the darkness and shadows of their former shapes are all that remain. Their thin high pitched voices snicker in the darkness, lights from glowing mushrooms or a passing torch casting shadows from bodies that are no longer there. They watch with glowing eyes and smirked faces as new comers enter their land, watch with interest as those new comers find they cannot leave. a game it is to them when those who were once apart from the shadows slowly slip into the fold and they welcome a new member to their ranks.

She was just the same.

Once, she was a creature of the sunlight, but now a creature of darkness she too has become. Her eyes, once beautifully blue and shinning with happiness, have gone white and opaque. Those eyes burn in the darkness, no matter if she sits in the brightest of glow-shrooms or in the darkest tangle and gnarled brambles. Those eyes have seen light; they do not forget the new comers that have come to embrace their place in the darkness. Her eyes hold the memory of their former forms, carefully stores every scale to ever be collected in a dark book. Her eyes, however, have forgotten what form she once took.

She is a nobody, stamped with the marks of those lost to the shadows. Her hair was long, thick and sunkissed once, or so she seems to recall. Now those long strands hang lifeless and heavy, thinned by lack of nourishment. Her skin was once honey colored, loved by light and beauty, but the shadows have taken all pigment and shade from her skin, till only blackness remains. Her arms are thin and long, like a slender creature of nightmares. She never means harm, but her approach always frightens the new comers. They do not yet realize their fate, and that she only wishes to ease their transition into the darkness.

She has written this for those new comers, hoping to comfort their fear as they come to the realization of their inescapable fate. They will come to trust her, slowly, as they realize they will soon be just like her. She cares for them until that time, her kindness not lost even in the dark abyss of nightmares and driftwood.