Soulseep

brittle bones don’t quite hold an echo the way your memories do.
make sure to turn on your nightlight when you come home after
a long day of playing in graves with the half-forgotten dead.
(write down their names.)
there are some ghosts that just can’t be exorcised, clinging like
thick cobwebs to abandoned front porches. don’t forget to
put pressure on the wound, tying down your heart so that
you can’t quite fall apart.
(it always comes back to falling.
it always comes back to failing.)
mix your powders and potions until you can finally smell poppies,
bright and red and boldly saying, “from death we can grow.”
it’s time to start healing, gravedigger. it’s time to start
growing again.
(it’s time to realize that your pain
is not a burden or a weight,
but something to be felt and then
released.)

;-;

@AlienJack

The Bone Keeper Medic and Grave Digger

B I O G R A P H Y Born to a small clan called the Singing Storm, he was raised with the air of royalty due to being the leader's nephew. He behaved oddly, he avoided other dragons, sticking to his own, reading books and muttering in the dark. H began to practice Necromancy, a dark art that very few can master. It was dangerous and he loved it, he spent all his time reanimating corpses and making potions. Then came Ministraa and Trystaa. They were dead set on making Soulseep smile, the two would sneak into his cave and harass him until he would come out to play with the girls. Trystaa began to develop a bit of a crush on Soul so one day, Ministraa urged her to go tell him how she feels. But the Skydancer was working on a very particular spell that day, one that could easily go wrong. She told Soulseep how she felt and his claws slipped, he dropped an ingredient in the potion before it was ready. With a burst of purple fire, the cave exploded, killing Trystaa immediately. Ministraa was blinded in the process and Soulseep would still be covered in burns to this day. He was haunted by this accident, despite Ministraa forgiving him he could not forgive himself, he disappeared from the clan one evening.

B I O G R A P H Y He wandered the wilds for a good amount of time, exploring and learning about herbs and medicines, he discovered quickly that perhaps his calling wasn't raising the dead but stopping death. He learned medicine and returned to his clan, only to find that they had been utterly destroyed, he found one remaining member and followed the trail the others took. He joined his reformed clan and was reunited with Ministraa. He has since then spent his days healing the clan, leading groups to collect herbs and plant remedies. He collects books on necromancy in order to hide them away from the hungry claws of young witches and wizards. He tries to make peace with himself but he just can't, he still hears her voice on the wind. One day, a young dragoness joined the clan, moving into the old shop across from his. Soulseep went to greet her one day but was met with a fierce attitude. Something felt off about her as well, it was like feeling cobwebs on his brain, he knew at once she was a witch. He tries despairingly to befriend her, teach her, communicate to her that necromancy is not something to dabble in. Little does he know, Salem knows what she's doing.