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Durzo

(#13003420)

Level 25 Skydancer

Familiar

Brave Sphinx

Energy: 49/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

4.22 m

Wingspan

5.17 m

Weight

385.64 kg

Genetics

Shadow
Iridescent

Mulberry
Shimmer

Obsidian
Smoke

Hatchday

May 09, 2015
(8 years)

Breed

Adult
Skydancer

Eye Type

Light
Common

Level 25 Skydancer

Max Level

STR

126

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

Biography

Durzo Blint
Night Angel

Clan Position: Shade Master & Elite Scout
Mate: Gwinvere
Likes: Being blunt, Training
Dislikes: Being controlled
Build: Glass Cannon
Light Subspecies: Shadeborn

Boss

Best Friend

Command:

SIC

Mate

Durzo trained to level 25 with his teammates, Acaelus and Falkel. Falkel has since adjusted her training so that she could and often does train two inexperienced dragons at a time. Durzo and Acaelus still train from time to time and will often be seen together.

Durzo is the Captain of Special Ops of Clan Lodzhal and not many know the specifics of what he actually does. If anything, he'll be doing little to nothing at all around the clan only to disappear for several days in a row with little to no warning. Due to being Shadeborn, Durzo ensures that the clan isn't threatened or attacked by The Shade. He keeps an eye on the movements and whereabouts of the shade as well as any potential threats to the clan. He's an excellent scout, but horrible negotiator for he will manipulate or force the opposing side to accept his way.

At one point, Durzo had a mate named Gwinvere although due to a series of events that Durzo refuses to talk about, she is long gone as well as all of their hatchlings. Some say she died while others say she went to Lightweaver. Whatever the case may be, Durzo has had little to no interest in finding a new mate ever since.

Durzo was outside, sitting on top of the roof to the library. He found his mind drifting to the past, all of the struggles he had survived and then of course, his family.

The struggles of spending his early life alone and in the Hewn City for his parents had abandoned the nest he had been in the moment they discovered it had been taken over by the Shade. His siblings had been either killed or taken over by the shade, minds killed and bodies under the shade's strict controlled. Nothing but puppets. Well, unlike his siblings, he had survived. Durzo was the one who had the shade under his claw, not the other way around.

He then remembered the guardian sisters, Gwinvere and Vonda. They were just like him. Shadeborn. He couldn't help but grin at the thought. Those were fun times. The trio had spent so much time playing and training, stretching the limit of what they could make the shade do for them. They no longer had to fear what the shade might do to them. The darkness was their home, their safe, loving embrace of a parent.

Of course those times couldn't and wouldn't last. A group of shade hunters started coming into the Hewn City, poking at the shade and going where it was clearly unsafe for those not with the trio's abilities. It wasn't long until the group had found the trio although that was mainly because Durzo had stepped in and saved them. At first, Durzo and the guardian sisters were welcomed with open arms as heros, but only as long as it took for the group to realize what they were.

Monsters.

Durzo snorted at the thought. They were no more monsters than the amateur shade hunters.

Well, it wasn't long until others heard of the trio's existence and so it was time to move. Not everyone agreed or realized that there were those out there who could control the shade, let alone trust a dragon with such abilities. There were those who were more sensitive than others, those who weren't shadeborn, who could sense the shade upon their hides and entangled in their very beings. To those 'gifted' individuals, there was no distinction between them and the shadeborn puppets that they sought to kill. If only they looked at their eyes. A shadeborn puppet had completely black eyes, devoid of life. Those like Durzo, Vonda and Gwinvere had the bright yellow eyes that marked them as one of Lightweaver's children.

So they started wandering around, even leaving their childhood home to find somewhere that they might be welcomed. It was agreed that they'd be safest in a clan for the clan would be able to at least provide a hiding place for them in time of great danger. Unfortunately, not many wanted to have shadeborn anywhere near them....

Upon finding a clan filled with flowers, they were welcomed without any ill feeling and those apart of that clan who did were quickly persuaded not to by their kind leader, Lorian. She was the one who gave them a home. Somewhere safe.

In exchange, the trio put their skills to use, keeping their new home safe and hidden from the shade. Night flames were used to keep a perimeter up long after the shadeborn who set up or reinforced it had left. After years of practice, Durzo and Gwinvere had become experts at setting up large protective circles that were undetectable to all but the shade and shadeborn. Yet instead of it standing out like a fresh cut, it gently persuaded the sensor to go the other way. Nothing to see here. It was brilliant.

It wasn't long before Lorian asked if they could do it for their first ally, Clan SilverTail. She wanted them to keep an eye out for shade activity and make sure that no harm could or would come to them and so, knowing no ill will from their leader, Durzo agreed.

Durzo looked back at his new home, his bright eyes scanning over the area for any potential dangers. The perimeter was secure and none of the night flames had been found nor disturbed.

Very good.

He found his mind wandering back to his first nest. Durzo and his mate, Gwinvere, had been overjoyed. Their hatchlings were strong, healthy individuals. Oh how he looked forward to raising them and teaching them all that he knew. It was a beautiful picture to behold.

Until Vonda panicked about them being shadeborn as well.

Vonda had wanted so strongly to be 'normal.' She had thought that if they were far enough away from the Hewn City that they could be as every other dragon was. Yet seeing the hatchlings as shadeborn made her and everyone realize that the shade could take control of their hatchlings as well simply due to their lineage.

She couldn't handle it.

To Vonda, the trio and their family were tainted. The stress of Vonda's panic was adding too much pressure to Durzo's family and to the rest of the clan. She was drawing attention to their presence and if they weren't careful, outsiders would find out about them and their entire way of life would once again be at risk.

Durzo wasn't about to let that happen.

So he did what any protective father would do, he took priority on his children and convinced Vonda that it would be best if she left. Lightweaver would look after her and perhaps even remove the shade from her body.

Durzo had spent too much time accepting who he was and training to just throw his abilities away on a whim.

Durzo's mind then drifted to that fateful day. It felt as if his skin was crawling simply at the memory.

He had been out and about, doing his usual rounds to make sure that everything was in order. By that time, he had nine children with Gwinvere and his eldest were just then learning how to become strong warriors for Clan Lodzhal. They had never lived a life worrying about what others thought of them nor what the dangers outside of the clan held. Perhaps that's where they went wrong. Durzo and Gwinvere spent so much time protecting them and the presence of shadeborn in the clan that their children didn't truly know the dangers that they had been safe from.

Without permission or alerting anyone, the group wandered outside of the clan and straight into a group of shade hunters...

Durzo's eyes watered at the thought.

His beloved Gwinvere had been the first to get to their children. She threw herself at the hunters to act as a distraction while the eldest led the younger ones away. Some of them were still hatchlings. The good part was that they had at least been trained not to attack others with the shade and knew how to blend into the shadows. Gwinvere had sent them off to Lightweaver, knowing that at least her sister would care for them.

Durzo, on the other hand, made sure that they arrived safely and repeatedly threw the hunters off of the trail. He even led them into the deepest, darkest area of the Hewn City, straight into the heart of the shade. He made sure that there was no way that what had happened could be linked to Clan Lodzhal.

Gwinvere, however, died by the end of at fateful day. Durzo had held her in his arms and whispered comforting words to her as she passed away. He distinctly remembered the never ending tears and the screams to Lightweaver long past his throat growing hoarse.

It was with great horror that Gwinvere moved. She gazed up at him with black eyes, no emotions shown in what was once those brilliant orbs. Steeling his nerves, Durzo killed the creature that she became and made it so that the shade couldn't repossess her before burying her at the foot of a redwood.

Durzo shivered even though it was a warm night. His family was gone and he was the only one left. He never talked about what had happened that night and he never would. He hid his emotions behind insults and a sneering mask. Durzo was good at what he did.

He felt the wisps of shade move across his scales. It appeared it was growing restless as well as stronger. Life as a shadeborn wasn't easy for he was constantly fighting to stay in control. He now knew what would happen if he failed or was killed.

The space between his breastplate and his chest tingled, almost as if he had been stung. The shade squirmed before growing still.

Durzo couldn't help but smirk.

After that... night, Durzo worked even harder at wards against the shade. Days and nights he worked and experimented until he finally got what he was after. Durzo came up with an enchantment that he then put on the inside of his breastplate so that if he ever died, the ward would go off and automatically kill the puppet that he would undoubtedly become. An unexpected side effect was that it could and would help him fight back against its control without hindering his abilities. Durzo had trained for so many years that nothing short of being tied up or blindfolded would stop him from at least protecting himself.

He tensed at the sudden trip of his perimeter. Pulling his hood on, he took to the skies in the direction of the intruder.

Was it another shadeborn?

Gwinvere.

She had been the one to show up that lazy evening. Yet instead of being a guardian, she was now a skydancer who didn't have quite as much shade in her body as she once had. There was something about being brought back by Lightweaver herself.

Well, Durzo wasn't going to ask anymore questions about his mate being back. He already spent the first year secretly and not-so-secretly investigating with little to no answers.

It was odd with her being back at first. Durzo wasn't the only one who had to grow reaccustomed to her presence, no matter how welcomed it was. Having another shadeborn around, not to mention a familiar individual such as her, was mind boggling, but everyone coped eventually.

He and Gwinvere had nests of their own since her return. Three had stuck around whereas the others went off to see the world. With these children, Gwinvere and Durzo made sure that they knew exactly what they would be getting into and the knowledge went over surprisingly well.

Other than teaching their offspring what they needed to know in order to survive as well as how to harness their shadeborn abilities, Durzo taught Azoth about alchemy and how to pass as a 'normal' dragon although whether or not such lessons were actually useful was another matter entirely. Durzo wasn't a very social individual anyway. Dînthalos took after her mother and strove to become more like her and as a result, Durzo didn't teach her very much at all except perhaps a fondness for night flames. Gwathrîn, however, was the complete opposite. Unlike her siblings, she embraced her abilities with a passion not too terribly unlike Durzo. She stuck by Durzo's side almost constantly, watching and learning all that he could possibly teach her. Certainly she still had a lot to learn, but she was so much like him...

So much so that Gwathrîn was given the nickname of Daddy's little girl. They were so similar, she even insisted on getting the same kind of armor as him. Durzo made sure to add the same enchantments that his armor had to at least one item that his family would wear with complete understanding of what it was for, how to maintain them and what would one day happen if they weren't wearing said item.

Even though it may not seem like it, especially after all of those years of solitude and the same snarky exterior, Durzo was happy.

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