God it's been so long I forgot almost everything I had planned for this so gonna just wing it.

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The affinity clutch that produced Fellwing originally consisted of four dragons, though only two remain today - or so Fellwing assumes. Ever since she was sorted into house Kebros, tearing open an old wound within the two older dragons, she has not seen a glimpse of either of them. 

She understands. After all, she has heard the tale of Nightsong, or as she came to be known, Enmity, too many times to count. Of how her morbid dealings with the Darkness made her eventually give herself up to it and become but a Shadow, of how she must've planned for it all along, of how she wanted to be rid of magic so much she would turn her fangs to the Moons themselves, of how Stalwart had to pay the ultimate price, slain by her claws. For what was House Kebros, if not a breeding ground for traitors?

Fellwing doesn't know the details of the story, but she believes - wants to believe, at least - that there is more to it than is told. Far be it from her to say that out loud, though. 

[hider=Affinity clutch members]A member of house Kebros, [b]Nightsong [/b]was a withdrawn dragon who spent more time in her visions than outside them, and interacted little with others. She was a lithe dragon with a long, almost serpentine-body, her scales dark and shimmering with splotches of bright orange; stars upon a night sky. Though she rarely spoke, it's said that when she did, despite her quiet voice, all those within earshot were almost spellbound to listen. An irony, as she herself was wary of magic. The visions she received were rarely pleasant sort, and many considered her a dragon of ill omen, as if she brought on the disasters she spoke of, instead of simply warning others about them. For that, she unnerved the dragons around her, sometimes even the other members of her affinity clutch, as much as they cared about her. That was, except for Stalwart; he always trusted her implicitly, and it was through his efforts that the others originally started to, as well. Her current whereabouts are unknown.

[b]Stalwart [/b]of house Brynback was not the largest dragon among his peers, but he was sturdy as stone, and it was said that despite his outwards gruffness, he had a heart the size of all the moons combined. His grey scales were likened to steel, marred as they were by scars. He had seen his fair share of battles, always volunteering to help whomever may need it. He was noble and kind, but as serious as they came. He didn't understand jokes, and though he meant well, he could word things badly and be blunter than intended; a flaw that originally earned him distaste, until other dragons got to know him and his many good deeds. Even then, few had seen him smile, some wondered if he even could. Those who had seen him by his affinity clutch's side, particularly Nightsong's, however, did not wonder; they'd seen it first hand.

When it comes to smiles, [b]Tinkertooth [/b]had enough to go around, be that their smiles always lacked a few teeth. A member of house Rothscar, they used to be known for their happy-go-lucky attitude, barrage of bad jokes and inability to sit still, all of which belied an expert inventor and an architect. However, ever since the tragedy that befell half their affinity clutch, their smiles have become more rare, and their inventions more frequent. They always have their nose buried in some sort of work and rarely emerge from their workshop. Their scales are a muddy orange, further muddled by dust, oil, and whatever else they've handled that day. Their wings are large and powerful, much longer than their body, and they're indeed an excellent flier. An early bird, they can be spotted circling the islands twice every morning at concerning speeds to rid their head of sleep and make room for new ideas. You can recognize their handiwork by their signature: an actual dragon tooth, embedded somewhere in the building or item in question. Worry not, most of them are milk teeth shed by baby drakes that they've collected over the years. Some are not - the work they're most proud of earn a tooth from their own mouth.

[b]Cobaltsheen[/b], a member of house Semscale, is a scholar with brilliantly blue scales and, according to his peers, even more brilliant a mind. Few are the topics he has not studied in his pursuit for knowledge. His wings are feathered and face vaguely bird-like, with sharp eyes and a small snout. Though known as vain, fussy, and somewhat uptight, he loves to teach younger drakes and is very supportive of others in their academic pursuits. If you show him ambition, he will take you under your wing for an eternity. On the other hand, he does not tolerate laziness, and knows no greater tragedy than potential wasted. And if you earn his scorn, it's tough to get back on his good side, as many a troublemaking student has learned. He was the first to renounce Nightsong, the one to coin her new name, and the one to spread talk of her misdeeds to any who'd listen. He also, notably, abhors Fellwing. [/hider]
Fellwing also has three siblings, though she doesn't know much about them and has purposefully kept her distance. She's quite sure her parents wouldn't approve of her approaching the siblings with the dangerous ideals of House Kebros, after all.

[hider=Siblings][b]Whisper[/b], true to her house of Myndoth, is a secretive drake that few know any details about. Concerning, considering she seems to know a great many details about her peers. She is said to appear at random in the vicinity of various discussions, and has earned the ire of more than one older drake for it.

[b]Flutterflight[/b], born a runt with a stumped left wing, was assigned to house Semscale along with his eldest sibling, Flourwing. He studies alternative means to give drakes flight, and has installed an amateur contraption on his stumped wing. He's apparently quiet, studious and diligent, but some have said he's also prone to pranks. No one's ever caught him red-handed, though, so it might just be hearsay.

[b]Flourwing[/b], also a member of house Semscale, is a nurturing drake who treats their fellow clutchmates as little siblings to take care of. This goes twicefold for Flutterflight, much to his dismay. They're a large drake for their age and like to keep themselves physically fit - if you ask them about it, they'll joke that you need some muscle to properly knead dough! Any further questions will be silenced with some delicious baked goods, as per her favourite hobby.[/hider]