Dissonance

Dissonance

A Kind Death

Keeper of the Dead | Voice of the Grave

Some day, death comes for all living things.
Dissonance is somewhat of a recluse, dwelling in the lower caverns of the lair where bodies are fed to the flames of the hearth, biding them farewell. He tends to their souls and maintains an uncanny connection to those that have passed, at times speaking of things he should not have had knowledge of. He has no offspring and no mate, preferring the company of animals and the clan's few mystics. Though he is reclusive, he is far from unkind; the dragon merely sees enough value in life that he wishes warmth and a restful passing upon the dead.
His voice speaks in two tones that don't seem to match, laying the foundation for his name.

When the clan was but a decade old and newly dwelling in the Molten Scar, its members were still few. A close-knit family, slowly fed to grow with stray survivors periodically stumbling into the makeshift caverns carved into mountains just tall enough to avoid being denigrated as hills.
One day, an odd Imperial hatchling collapsed at the gate, dehydrated and shaking. His fading tracks left a meandering trail of confusion.
The young dragon rarely spoke and behaved in manners rather odd, jumping at shadows, staring at corners. The clan's leaders debated what to do about the strange child; some thought that their clan had never turned their backs on the lost, while others claimed that the dragon seemed haunted. He spoke strangely, as though carrying two voices in his body; at times, he would pause and seemingly listen for only silence. Some argued that he was a disaster waiting to happen, alluding to secrets that only dragons of his kind knew.