Celia

Celia arrived that fierce night at the clan with Miria, along with the strangest storm Sequissa Cavern had ever experienced.
A raging hailstorm and rain of molten rock, fire and steam danced across the sand as the two collided.

The two could not look more different, though both wore identically fashioned metal necklaces, one pearly, one gold. They cannot remove them.
For one, if they try, the agony is as though their souls are being ripped out of them and their bodies are left with the tremors of leaving the world of the living, of being pulled out of existence into a dark and sinister realm.
Secondly, by attempting to remove the necklace from one, the other feels the trauma too.
Such terrified, hysterical screaming, it is as if they have seen dragonkind crash and burn to hell at their feet over and over.

Upon inspection, there is a tiny mark on their shackles. An identity of sorts. No one has ever seen this mark before and Celia is determined to find out what it's for. Miria never wants to find out.

Their yellow eyes indicate their birthplace and it is uncertain if they hail from the same clan; they can barely remember anything of their past, let alone recall how they became friends.
Their golden orbs of light are dimmed and dark, unlike the first time the clan saw them. They look clouded, a shade darker, where as before they had brimmed with power, twin sets of eyes glowing unworldly with the chaos of nature behind them.
The light in Celia's eyes are returning, in defiance to the voice in her dreams that prophesy her dire fate.

possibly breed with Eratol or Dash
(breed with dash, baby breed with Spinel)

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