Itzala

Itzala
Warrior | Trainer | Guard
As a member of the Overseers, Itzala is rather guarded with what she tells and does. The only special thing in her den is her family to sleep next to. However she is very strong and has Sunset’s utmost respect. She has a spot on the Coliseum teams as a leader despite being level four atm
She is the quiet, stoic type who doesn’t spend as much time doing activities as she is guarding the Clan. However, she is crippled in one of her wings and cannot use it as well as others. Itzala is an honorable dragon. Currently, she is with the Clan to fight the beast that has been terrorizing them, but the Seekers cannot find it yet. She communicates with the other Overseers sent out to fight it biweekly. (As in every other, not twice a week)
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Itzala hissed in pain as the creature’s claws caught her wing joint, colliding with a painful jolt. She jerked back, strafing as it took another swipe at her.
Three other Overseers worked alongside her, trying to push the thing back to it’s place. It fought to no avail, forced to retreat as the Gaolers fought it. It stepped back with a shriek. Itzala inhaled, then exhaled, breathing ice over it’s form. It froze, trapped back in it’s place.
Itzala sighed, closing her eyes. Her wing lost it’s feeling as the odd, poison-like stuff spread further from her wound.
“Itzala’s been hit!” One of the others said, eyes wide with concern. He whipped around. “Get her something.” The younger Gaoler bolted off, looking for someone to help.
A few days later she sat with the other Overseers of higher ranking, discussing.
“Some of the Shade-touched creatures have been terrorizing the Windswept Plateau.”
WIP!