Iriexiris' Clan

Clan Khazim-Scáth




The air is still and dark, like the the blood of the night had seeped into the Shadowbinder's realm and coagulated in suffocating thickness. As you find yourself once again lost in the Tangled Wood, the ghostly lights of the Wispwillow Grove appear through the gloom.

You step forward and out of the corner of your eye something moves, but when you turn, all there is is darkness. Something to your left glints and a whispery sound comes from behind you. When you face forwards again, a lithe Wildclaw the color of the night sky stands in front of you.

"Are you a friend or a foe?" He asks, voice low and velvety. Before you can answer, a small Nocturne swoops over his shoulder, her blue wings and pale wisps almost indistinguishable from the swirling mists.

"Oh don't mind Onyx, he is just way too cautious. I can tell you are tired, hungry and probably lost. Follow me!" A smirk crosses her snout as Onyx makes a sound of indignation, before winging off to your left. You follow her hesitantly, glancing back at Onyx, who was eyeing you warily.

The Nocturne comes to an abrupt halt, and speaks a few slithery languid words, and the fog parts. "Welcome to Clan Khazim-Scáth." She whispers, a small smile tugging at the edge of her mouth. Before you lays the biggest trees in all of the Tangled Wood. Their limbs stretch toward the starry sky, moss dripping off the branches. The Trunks are impossibly large, and vines crawl up their sides. The area is lit by Wispwillow mushrooms and hundreds of small floating lanterns. There are dens nestled in the branches of the trees and curled in their writhing roots. A small stream rushes past your front claws and a pile of caves is set into rock bluff to the right side of the clan. Dragons go about their daily life, living as a clan of the Tangled Wood. The sound of laughter ripples through the air, and you can't help but smile.