Narazi
(#10514418)
Level 25 Spiral
Shika
Dappled Dunhoof
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Arcane.
Male Spiral
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.85 m
Wingspan
3.01 m
Weight
87.05 kg
Genetics
Mulberry
Iridescent
Iridescent
Lavender
Shimmer
Shimmer
Purple
Gembond
Gembond
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Spiral
Max Level
STR
120
AGI
10
DEF
5
QCK
64
INT
5
VIT
26
MND
5
Biography
(Combat Trainer, Accidental Father)
 Don't speak to me or any of my sons ever again |
On Narazi's first night he was navigating the windy tunnels, trying to find the room with his number on it. As he scanned the chickenscratch map Umber had passed to him, he accidentally made a wrong turn and ended up flying right into Dusk's chest. "O-oh god I'm sorry about that, somehow didn't see you there, ahahha.. You kinda blend in with all those shadows I mean, uh... I'm Narazi, pleasure to meet you, eh..." "Dusk." The striped Guardian lowered his head to eye level with the tiny Spiral. Narazi suffered a long, scrutinizing gaze and he nervously began to pick at his gembond scales. A rough prod by Dusk on one of Narazi's shoulders, and at Narazi's mild whimper the Guardian laughed heartily. "Do they seek to replace me with such a tiny whelp of a dragon? Are you to become the hunting party leader? Why are you even here?" "I have been contracted to train dragons of this lair for Icewarden's forces, if that's what you mean. I uh, I promise I am not replacing you. As I understood it, you didn't have any patience for teaching." "Only because... that fae never offered it to me directly. Say, little pink Spiral, what do you think of our self-proclaimed leader? Do you think she's pretty?" Narazi glared at Dusk. Yet another guffaw from the striped Guardian. "That road you're on leads to nowhere." Lapis and he are agreeable enough, but his first true friendship was forged with Aquilo, after performing some small spells to increase the mirror's speed and strength. Surprised and excited by his own potential with these added buffs, Aquilo began trotting about the lair with the eager Spiral in tow. The two of them do many things together, enough so Nereid has almost held a conversation with Narazi. He's quietly proud of that. Pay no attention to the striped Guardian in the shadows. As tensions increased, he began to sense the dynamic of the lair going deeper into troubling territory. He slid up to Kukui one day and took her aside privately. "At some point, Kukui, you're going to have to look at the reality of what's going on with Dusk. He's angry. He's lost his charge, straight up. That's... Kinda big with them Guardians. One day, he's going to cause irreparable damage. You're gonna wake up to smoke and flames, and I want you to be prepared for that potential circumstance." "Narazi, first off, he hasn't found a proper charge yet. He'll learn it, even if he has to leave the nest. Secondly, he's been with us since he was a tiny hatchling. He wont cause any harm to this lair-" "Maybe not this lair. It's his home. It's where most of his friends live. But Kukui, please listen to me, he is dangerous. I've seen the way he looks at me when I'm with Lapis and Aquilo. I've seen... I've seen the way he looks at you. Please, either make peace with him or let me help you train your magical capabilities." Truth be told, he and Kukui make a good team. In his time in this lair, he seems to be growing softer. With Narazi having taken over half of Dusk's duties, he suddenly has more time for self reflection and finding something interesting to do. But still, there is a restlessness inside him brewing. The other dragons look at his battlescars and the way he carries himself, no longer into his eyes. Ashamed of the trouble he had brought upon the lair but too prideful to apologize, he attempts to make amends at every opportunity. It usually backfires. Story by Isobel "Narazi." The spiral wakes with a shudder, a jolt. His head thumps the stone over his bunk and in the hushed morning Aquilo smothers his laugh behind the bow of his wing. "What--" "Wake up. Come on." "What." He blinks the world into focus. The mirror wonders how it is he can bend his body so. He may never get used to seeing it. Did he not have a single bone in his body? "Dusk sent me to get you. He seems t'think some beasty rapscallions have been dipping into our winter stores. So, we're going to check it out." Slowly... Oh, so slowly... Narazi's brain begins to work. An early morning task. Wasn't it only a few minutes past that he even got to sleep? "Come on," Aquilo murmurs as he turns away; as he heads out of the small room and into the tunnels. Narazi rubs his eyes, sighs. "Coming," he says, though there is no one left to hear. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Narazi finds Aquilo and Dusk waiting outside, but only the mirror is outfitted. The world is dark with the horizon only just then silvering in predawn grey. Fresh snow has fallen in the night, but the clouds are long gone and over a world blanketed in white a sea of stars shine in velvet black. Far away the sea hums and sighs, her waters calm as the air itself. "The food cache on the eastern pass is broken into. Saw tracks leading further on over Broke Maw River. You two check it out." Dusk looks between them, but offers nothing else. "Aren't you coming?" Narazi asks. The guardian steps forward, bold as he is big. "I'm on guard." He looks down his nose at Narazi, turns his head and challenges: "Can't you handle it?" A bristle passes between the two and it's Aquilo that speaks up first despite the tension. "Of course we can handle it." He swats Narazi's shoulder with the back of his forepaw. "Probably just some centaurs," he adds. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The cairn hiding the entrance to the cache is scattered down the hillside and the driftwood panel that acts as a door proper is laid back over the entrance in two broken pieces. Snow has gathered on the planks and trails down the entrance into the dark where the planks have cracked. Shallow, round footsteps lie in the earth under the snow and lead away to the footpath where two narrow ruts snake down the river and across. "Wheels." Narazi bends to brush loose snow away from the tracks. They follow them both up and across with their eyes. "Pretty bold to roll away our stash with a cart." "Or desperate. They must have thought the snow would cover them." "Well," Aquilo sighs. "Thought wrong." They turn their noses to the trail and follow. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Aquilo, himself the color of snow at dawn, spots the encampment first and from a ridge the two watch for movement though both know there will be none. The scene tells the story that no one is left to tell. Narazi leads them in. The cart is along the side of the path, pulled off into a patch of scrub and salmonberry bushes gone dormant for the winter. From its side a crude shelter of canvas and wooden stakes hangs over a crumpled body. He doesn't need to lift the sheet, but he does all the same. Inside lies the smothered and torn remains of a dappled female. Ice has formed on her eyelashes and lips. Blood has been pressed out of her and splattered over the snow, but whatever leaks remain are long frozen still. Narazi touches her cheek with the back of his paw and finds her as cold as the ground itself. A large male is felled some yards off, his hefty axe still gripped in his ruddy hand. His back is flayed into strips of red and his torso twisted the wrong way round. His cloak is wrapped around him and black with blood. And the cart they came to find, emptied. Whatever food had been stolen is now long gone and from the mess circling the cart, eaten on the spot. Here, the head of a once perfectly lovely hare. A melon crushed to pulp. A half dozen salted fishes smothered in the mud and dusted over with fresh snow. "What do you make of it?" Aquilo asks, his breath pluming in the dawn. Narazi shakes his head. "Bad luck is what. Bad luck for us. Bad luck for them." The mirror grunts, "Mm-hm. What are you thinking?" "Yeti." Narazi points to the wide, flat footprints in the snow. "It's- ah... We should go." "Agreed." The two pick their way through the camp. Past the dead fire, the broken cart, the fallen canvas. Narazi turns when he reaches the road and finds himself alone. Aquilo is in the camp, his nose low to the collapsed tent. Across the distance, the mirror waves him over. "What is it?" Aquilo turns his snout to the canvas. Something beneath shudders and stills. Shudders again. They share a look before the mirror takes the canvas in his teeth and pulls it aside with a flourish. Beneath, curled in the legs of its mother, a tiny centaur is startled out of its hiding place. But it does not bolt for all the chill and all the fright in those small bones. "Gods." Narazi slumps onto his rear in the snow, smooths over his face with a paw. Aquilo drops the canvas and steps nearer. The thing is so small. All knees and eyes, covered in a dense honey-colored coat. It huddles in its shirt and shakes violent shivers out from the core. "I've never seen one of their hatchlings," the mirror says. He looks over at Narazi to find him steadying his breath in big sighs and he grins. "What? Did you think the yeti was hiding under there?" "Well, no, but--" "Ah-huh. Big bad Narazi, afraid of a dunhoof hatchling." Aquilo turns his maw to snatch the green banner hung across his shoulder. He pulls it free with one quick tug and inches forward with open paws to scoop the tiny thing up. "I don't think they call them hatchlings," the spiral protests from his side. In his friend's hands, the animal looks smaller and smaller still. Aquilo wraps it with surprising gentility and brushes the dark hair from that tiny face. "Well, whatever it's called, we better get it warm again or we'll be calling it 'dead'." Narazi looks away from the creature to the mess around them. Aquilo huddles the centaur close to his chest and the two leap for the air, beat their wings against gravity and turn their nose for home. |
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