DRAGON BIOS
all written by the lovely @/ghostesez
CORNIFER
Cornifer was not born into the Veyan Clan, instead having been born deep in the Tangled Wood. He does not speak much of this time. There is no animosity here – only a bit of vague indifference. Cornifer’s parents did not allow for their son to collect many bones – only a few were permitted to line his pockets. As he grew older, Cornifer left his home and came to reside in the Veyan Clan. It is here that he found friendship and freedom to do as he pleased.
It started with a Mirror named Sthenno. Cornifer had been a par of the Veyan Clan for quite some time before Sthenno came to reside there. Sthenno, strong and young and just as mysterious as Cornifer led to a quick friendship between the two. Sthenno often brought back bones and other trinkets from his hunts while Cornifer stayed behind during the times that his bond brother was gone from the lair.
While Cornifer and Sthenno shared an inseparable bond, the days that Sthenno was gone allowed Cornifer the chance to tend to his collections. Bones, fungi, and morbid flowers filled his shelves and the air alike with smells of death and a scent that could only be described as sickly-sweet. It is the bones that Cornifer reveres the most in his collection. He often takes the time to decorate skulls with flowers or feathers, in a hope that the spirit within will be pleased with its eternal resting place.
Despite what many in the Veyan Clan believe, and the rumors spread by hatchlings, Cornifer is not a necromancer. He despises necromancy in all of its forms and sees how no good can come from disturbing the dead. His bond brother, Sthenno agrees with this. While neither see anything particularly wrong with making a ghost from a person, they both detest the idea of the opposite occurring. As such, the chambers of Cornifer may be home to many trickets and bones, but nowhere in them can any book or scroll or mention of necromancy be found.
THE EIDOLON TWINS - MORROW & SERAPHINE/u]
The wick flickered and began to sizzle, the small flame rushing down the wire to the apparatus that it was attached to. The small bomb went off and two tiny Spiral hatchlings scurried from sight. Divinore sighed and opened his eyes. Even from his spot laying on the ground, he could see the entire chamber. Old and dusty, filled with books and scrolls, the chamber was the one place he usually found solace from Morrow and Seraphine, until today it seems. Just beyond his snout, and stink bomb was spewing its noxious gases into Divinore’s chambers.
He sighed and stood, his long legs taking him safety above the foul stench now coating his floors. Divinore stretched his wings and set off after the two hellions that caused such ruckus. As always, he did not have to search far. He found two little Spiral hatchlings curled up around each other behind some old swords two chambers over. Little Seraphine was in the center, he brother coiled around her in a protective, yet gentle stance. They had been resting just like this when Divinore had found them just a few months prior.
As it happens, the two of them had been abandoned as eggs and forced to hatch themselves with no assistance. Living their first few weeks alone had developed the twins into an inseparable force. Molded by no other interaction than each other, and a necessity to find joy in their unfortunate situation left Morrow and Seraphine reeling when Divinore found them and brought the two blue and black Spirals to his home, the Veyan Clan to be raised by their own kind instead of by trees and owls and luck.
The two seemed to have adjusted quickly, learning some semblance of manners and the intricacies of reading and magic. A handful of resident Lightning dragons even offered to teach the hatchlings of their heritage and homeland. While Marrow and Seraphine had indeed acted calm and sophisticated during lessons, they often scurried off at a second’s notice to go illusory spells and set off tricks and traps, such as a stink bomb. More than one unfortunate soul ran snout-first into a door enchanted to be invisible. Often, a faint sound of giggling could be heard in the distance.
Morrow and Seraphine came to be nicknamed the ‘eidolon twins’ by residents in the clan. The two twisty spirits are never seen without the other. They share everything between the two of them: food, a sleeping chamber, and even thoughts. Those unfortunate enough to the caught in their path are often left reeling from the unexpected trouble caused by the twins. Always together, often their tails tied in intricate knots, residents in the Veyan Clan always know that where the eidolon twins are, trouble will soon follow.
Divinore looked down with a sigh at the two troublemakers he took in. Often prone to disappearing, there they sat in full view of the spirit lord. Morrow, ever-twisted around his sister, lay with his chin rested firmly on the top of his sister’s head. Large, bright eyes looked up at him as Seraphine giggled. Her eyes, about ten shades duller than her brother’s, shone just as brightly, but showed her blindness. Seraphine’s left ear drooped slightly lower than her right, the little Spiral having also been born with one working ear.
When Divinore discovered her disabilities, he began to understand their relationship much more deeply. Seraphine had always relied on her brother to show her the ways of the world and guide her in life. In return, she was the bubbliest and funniest of companions – often the brilliant mastermind behind their latest prank. Marrow’s position atop his sister’s head showed intricately just how loved and protected she truly was. Divinore sighed and regarded them with warm eyes, “Are you two hungry?” They nodded, smiling widely at him as they shot out of their hiding place to wrap around his neck, making sure to tie a goofy necklace around him as they went.
