Nadir

The blind, old seer.

Once a powerful seer who foretold the future through smoke, Nadir lost his mate when he was younger. Struck with grief, the ridgeback tried communing with the Shade to bring back his mate from the dead. Trading the next most important thing to him, his sight, Nadir sought to return his mate to the living... And something was brought back. But the grotesque and misshapen form that appeared before him was by no means his mate, let alone a creature that should have ever existed.

His form is now tainted by the Shade, and it was only thanks to Witch and her timely intervention that he was not taken over by it. Even then, part of his form still houses a fragment of the Shade. He wears the blindfold to hide his eyes from other dragons- the sockets are now filled with dripping, black goop with a strange and alluring glow, beckoning others closer. He takes a concoction of herbs every day to help handle the influence of the Shade.

Nadir keeps to himself now, living in a cavern just inside the island's forest. It has been many years since Witch first helped him, and Nadir has since learned to adapt to such changes. He can never scry again without his sight, so he spends his time gathering herbs and learning magical spells. He's learned to recognize various herbs and potions by scent. In his spare time, he does what he can to help Witch out, knowing that he is indebted to the shaman for saving his life.

Lately, he's noticed a quiet pearlcatcher around, the two bumping into each other from time to time when they cross paths near Witch's den. They've made some small conversation in that time, but Nadir is insistent upon pushing away the early stirrings of attraction, remembering the pain of loss the last time he lost someone he cared about.