The Power of the Verdant Gaze

The History Of The Veyrda Clan

Origins in the Hollow

The story of the Veyrda Clan begins deep within the Dark Feather Forest, where Scratch Hollow was carved among bamboo thickets and mist-covered roofs. In the earliest days, the Hollow was no more than a gathering of coops, each family bound by its own customs. But from this patchwork of traditions rose a single family whose discipline set them apart. They were called the Clan of the Verdant Gaze, for when their eyes glowed emerald, it was said they could pierce mist, shadow, and deceit itself. Over time, this family became the Veyrda Clan, chosen not by conquest but by the respect of all who witnessed their quiet strength.

The Covenant of the Gaze

Unlike other clans who measured their worth in feathers, combs, or spurs, the Veyrda believed that power must be tempered by restraint. They swore a covenant: that the Verdant Gaze would not be a weapon for pride or war, but a bond of spirit and discipline. To awaken the glow required years of training—silent meditation at dawn, hours of stillness in the bamboo groves, and acts of loyalty tested in hardship. Few achieved it, yet those who did became not just guardians of Scratch Hollow, but living embodiments of its code.

The Era of Trials

Legends tell of a time when fox marauders swept through the Hollow, their blades quick, their cunning unmatched. Many coops faltered, but the Veyrda stood shoulder to shoulder, eyes closed, armor gleaming, waiting for the moment when the pulse of green light surged from one to all. In unison, they defended the Hollow without breaking their covenant, blades drawn only when there was no other path. That defense became a defining moment, proving that unity and restraint could outlast speed and fury.

Keepers of Balance

As generations passed, the Veyrda Clan did not seek dominion over the other coops. Instead, they took their place as keepers of balance—mediators in disputes, guardians of the bamboo paths, and teachers of patience. Their mon, the twin leaves cradling a single eye, became not a symbol of fear, but of trust. To this day, the sight of a Veyrda meditating in the mist, eyes glowing softly, reassures the Hollow that discipline, loyalty, and restraint still guard its heart.