Itzal
(#44312151)
Has Art | Stoned
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Shadow.
Male Pearlcatcher
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.4 m
Wingspan
4.99 m
Weight
570.8 kg
Genetics
Wisteria
Crystal
Crystal
Midnight
Facet
Facet
Robin
Smoke
Smoke
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 19 Pearlcatcher
EXP: 26507 / 104563
STR
94
AGI
8
DEF
9
QCK
50
INT
5
VIT
9
MND
5
Biography
Work
In
Progress
He tilts his head to the side and watches as the visitors all flinch.
Turning to each other to whisper conspiratorily, Soulless, they whisper.
Just look at his eyes, they shudder.
What eyes?, another hisses back.
The shift of shadows behind him draws his attention, one of his peers settles down beside and around him. Acheron is by no means the largest Imperial around, but he is still far larger than Itzal could ever dream of being.
He sets his head close to Itzal's resting place, a fang just barely visible, the only sign of the old Imperial's distaste with the loud and rowdy visitors.
They would be gone soon though. The visitors never did stay long. Soon enough one of the Others would guide the visitors out. He sometimes accompanied them, but not often, the Hewn City was not a friendly place.
Acheron's whiskers flicked forward, brushing against Itzal's own whiskers in askance. Are you Okay? he seemed to ask, Do you want me to take care of them?
Itzal tilts his head to the other side, liquid shadows coalescing and gently trickling down the side of his face. No, is his silent reply, They aren't worth it. Itzal stands up and sedately begins to make his way toward the Edge. Admiring the gardens and orchards as he leisurely strolls past.
It is different here. Different from the place he grew up, and yet.....similar as well. It was brighter here and the shadows cast were darker, the dragons that lived here wore finer clothing, and food was always plentiful. He did not have to stalk the paths that merchants and other dragons frequented waiting in ambush, hoping for a good haul, instead, the merchants and travelers came here, one of the few relatively safe places to stop by (so long as the moon was new or full).
He himself had stumbled upon this place on a moonless night. He almost fell victim to one of the Others that resided on the outskirts of the clan boundaries, the Hollow they called it. Where the Wraiths and Spirits lived. He was fortunate one of the more benign Others had been in the vicinity when he stumbled through the Shadow Path that had transported him into the Hewn City.
He was touched they said. Cursed the Visitors would call him, Gifted is what his new clan mates said. He no longer bled like regular dragons, in fact, it was almost safe to say he did not bleed at all. Instead viscous shadows would well up and congeal around a wound, not unlike the dark amorphous tears he now had streaming from his eyes.
Bought for 275 gems
PC scroll bought 225,990t
Smoke bought 183,989t
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Exalting Itzal to the service of the Lightweaver will remove them from your lair forever. They will leave behind a small sum of riches that they have accumulated. This action is irreversible.
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