Shadowbinder

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He was once normal, but betrayed his past clan and was cast out, his deeds of such a evil tone that he was changed to a more demonic state. Searching through the lands between clans, he was pinned down by a feral dragon, and begged to the gods, the Divines, the Eleven- anyone, please help him! He's sorry for what he did please help!

He was gifted then with power that would have one mistake him for a light primal, fending off the attackers... and now given a new form. Remnants of his old demon form remain- as a reminder to his original sins.

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Shadowbinder was rejected. In the pure and and most simple form; he was cast out. The dragons of the past didn’t understand his choices; the choices he made that ultimately changed his being forever. Perhaps it was a weary deal with the Shade creatures that lurked in the woods, or even a curse that went untreated. He made a choice in selfishness and greed. It led to his demonic transformation- a permanent change. Whatever the mistake was, it didn’t matter. They lashed out in fear and anger, scarring poor Shadowbinder for life. He fled that horrid clan and it’s horrid dragons, but was left alone.
He wandered into this clan’s home, weary and afraid. Though many were terrified of him, the truth is that the events of the past have left him broken- alone, afraid, terrified. But he saw someone- someone who’s purest aura was that of kindness and warmth.
Aluvirsan did not know what to make of the strange being at first. The strange demonic creature was nearly glued to his side at all times. Poor thing was afraid.
It was the first time in a long, long while that Shadowbinder felt protected by another being. The protective spirit that swelled within him compelled him to offer a hand in good grace. Shadowbinder began to feel a warm feeling in his chest that just barely overcame the demonic instinct he usually felt.
Thank you MicMac03 for writing this tidbit! You can find their bio lore thread here: its pretty cheap too for the quality of work!

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Every time I take a step,
Every morning I wake
The lines blur
Further
But I know nothing
And they sure will know nothing
This empty shell
These shattered wings
These eyes that dance
Like the fires that glow in the night.
Old wounds
Old guilt
New body I must know
It is not mine,
Not for a long time coming.

Thank you blackberrytart for the poem!! Their thread is here! It's a free thread, so it's absolutely worth it to check out!

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