Teos

Teos didn't like this, not one bit. His twin thought him dull, perhaps even stupid, and yet to the younger dragon's sensibilities, Aions' brash nature was an insult in itself; Aions didn't even need to put a voice to his opinions of his brother.

This place gave him the creeps. He could barely feel his mental connection to his clan, and he couldn't decide whether to be thankful for that or to protest. As Aions hurried forward into a cavern neither of them knew the slightest thing about, Teos was of half a mind to take a snap at his passing tail, if only to express a fraction of the displeasure he felt.

If only he'd known.

The twins' howls echoed far past the halls of their semi-aquatic home, but by the time a familiar and fierce male guardian by the name of Scorpio could haul the pair to the surface, the damage had already been done. Touched by the ancient Seers, the twins share an intense soul-bond, and often move as an extension of one another. They finish each other's sentences, and even go so far as to blink in unison. Often, their monotone dialogue could be mistaken for monologue, but it's clear they speak for some sort of audience.

But... who?