Vika

Vika was once a Seeker, and proud of his work. Young and inexperienced, he set off beyond the lands of the father, ready to prove his worth. His first encounters with the Shade went well, and his confidence grew. He was sure of his skill.
But something went wrong. The tracker became the prey, and Vika found himself cornered by the Shade it's self. It clung to him, seeming to bury deep into his thick fur. Vika had heard stories of the Shade corrupting plants and Beastclan, but never a dragon.
He was furious, for failing his duty, and afraid, for what the others would think, and what they would do if he was found. Vika was marked by his failure, not only by scent, but by the thick goop leaking from his eyes and mouth.
And yet there was something else that terrified him. Sometimes, in the dark of night, the Shade whispered to him. Quiet promises, warnings and secrets. It told him of a world before gods, of the great unknown beyond the world. It spoke of power and mystery, of ideas Vika had never dared to think.
Returning home would no doubt mean death, and this offered power was tempting. In the back of his mind, he wanted to seek help, to remove the shade that was slowly turning his mind. He wanders now, trying to find a cure while at the same time slowly accepting his fate.