Durulz know from birth that they are going to be looked down upon by the Big People of the world – when they are looked upon at all. Durulz find it useful to be able to shield oneself from their jibes and condescension by going into every situation with a shade of negativity covering their interactions. All Durulz know that they are considered a joke, the lowest of the low and it has formed a palpable cynicism and bitterness in their hearts concerning many of the Big People. The vast majority of the Durulz populations of the world are on their own, turning to one another and what few allies they have managed to make over the generations.īitterness is an armour. They are survivors and pragmatists to the extreme, knowing that if they let their guard down for a second that something in this age would swallow them up – perhaps literally. The Durulz have had to spread out across the lands of the world to survive.
Even so however, the Durulz refuse to fold. It is as if the world and its powers collectively decided to deal the Durulz a losing hand. Through a series of decisions (some might call them bad decisions) the Durulz fell from the sky forever after an influential god took their wings and bound them to the ground like normal creatures. The Durulz are truly cursed by the gods and looked upon as secondary creatures nearly everywhere that they go.