Parvus

Though he is small, Parvus is eerily calm amongst the larger, intimidating dragons of his clan. He watches the going ons with disinterested pink eyes, claws digging deep into the ground and fire-red wings arched over his back. His most basic expression is that of dull wakefulness, as if nothing in life could ever excite, anger, or sadden him. However, when he does bother to express an emotion - he grins, baring sharp kitten teeth and eyes lighting up with ancient magic.

His den consists of books on dark magic, on ancient spells, long extinct creatures, on necromancy and the like, his work space is the clan's morgue, where dead dragons and familiars are prepped for burial. Because of his chosen profession, Parvus is scarily close to Reaper and his daughter Tragedy, often seen coaxing the former of the two to be more social.

Not much is actually known about the near emotionless fae, as he mostly keeps to himself, but there are rumors - of the shade, of demons, of murders most foul and so many dark, gritty tales that may have a kernel of truth in them.

When questioned, he merely gives the inquiring dragon a disdainful look, as if he has found a beetle in his morgue and has just crushed it. No one has ever gotten an answer from the small dragon.

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