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Name: Siamun
Age: 19
Gender: Male

Description: Siamun is a short, muscled man with dark skin and eyes. His short black hair is hidden beneath his ceremonial headdress. Though he usually stays inside to manage the temple, Siamun is fit from running after his charges and has had to rescue them from all kinds of places. As such, he's keeping in shape so he proves up to the task. 
Personality: Siamun is an efficient man with a dedicated mindset and an unshakeable belief in the gods of Ancient Egypt. He serves at the temple for the goddess Mafdet - Piercer of Darkness, Protector of Ra, Scourge of Snakes - and takes his task serious.  He does worship the other gods and feels that's only natural as Mafdet has such a large role of protecting the other gods. 
Function: Keeper of Cats, Priest of Mafdet.
Skills: Physical strength and fitness, Patience, Dedication.

Family: Siamun grew up in one of the neighbouring villages. His family was devout and Siamun knew he would dedicate his life to the gods pretty early on. He studied hard and did anything he could to get admitted to the temple. His parents helped him, by petitioning to a distant relative in the priesthood. 
Pet: Ash Red Golden Shaded Aat (f) from from Dray's Adoptions
Bond: Twilight Red Blood Court Lossiulth (m) from
Ryslen (Court Clutch)

Name: Aat (F143)
Coat: Ash Red Golden Shaded

Breed: Wild Eyes: Yellow
Size: 34 Domestication: 42
Friendliness: 18 Noisiness: 36
Genetic Code:
   BA/- (Hemizygous Ash Red)
   tcl//tcl (Homozygous Classic Tabby)
   Go//+ (Heterozygous Golden)
   ShSi//+ (Heterozygous Silver Shaded)
   +//+ (Homozygous Yellow Iris)
   Ash Red Dilute Golden Shaded Confit (F107)
   Ash Red Golded Shaded Pumpkin (M116)


It was late afternoon when the call went out to gather the novos and spectators for the hatching of the triple clutch. The light of the day was still strong, but soon enough it would give way to twilight, and eventually night. The mothers had asked for a dozen or more novos each, even though barely a third of that number of eggs was visible at any time. Wagers were made over the total number of eggs, the total hatchlings, the presence or number of queen eggs as was usually the case for these events.
Ryslen luckily had no shortage of novos. Some were “leftover” from the hundreds gathered for the Flurry. Others came specifically for the Court clutches. More yet were “regular” searches for the Nidus, what with their return to the Nexus and the growing list of Flights eventual hatchings to be held on the red sands.
The hopefuls came quickly to the sands, abandoning lessons or tasks if they had to. Most came in the white robes they were provided, though some “forgot”, and some chose to come to the sands more quickly by skipping the stop back at their quarters for the garment. Nonhuman or novos of above-average size would sometimes wear a white scarf or stole as the symbol of their candidacy, though many did not. Scores of hatchings at Ryslen had shown that while fancy clothes or bright accessories might catch a hatchling’s attention, it did not guarantee a bonding.
Someone had suggested that all of the eggs should be arranged in a line, or two crescents and an s-shape so that they’d hatch like a row of dominos, but eggs regularly refused to bow to the whims of those outside of the shell. They hatched when they were ready, and one of the larger eggs in Eilonwyth’s clutch was beyond ready. The shell snapped audibly, and the dragonet within pushed the halves of the shell apart. Light coloured hindquarters kicked the shell away, revealing the hatchling’s hide to be silver. The hatchling’s rear toes were dark red, though, his Court markings all but hidden in the red sand. The hatchling backed out of the shell and looked around, faceted eyes blinking. His front half was a warm bronze, a colour expected from this clutch. It appeared that even though this clutch was a full court clutch that some of Ryslen's magic had crept into the offspring, allowing them to also claim the Light, Night and Twilight effects.
Two of the Twilights got up and walked side by side towards the novos. They were both as self-assured in their swagger as a pair of felines. The Red and Purple split and went for two different sorts of candidates. One was (or maybe, had been) a Lord Holder’s heir, and the other a cleric.
"My name is Lossiulth and I have chosen you, Siamun."

Lossiulth nudged his bond with his bright red snout. His calm eyes looked unwavering when he addressed Siamun:
"I feel it's time to chase a female. I've grown and trained enough to do so."
Siamun nodded. He'd heard of this in the training he'd gotten at Ryslen. Males were free to attempt to catch a female in heat but it was not easy. Siamun was not unexperienced in such matters as he'd been considered an adult for far longer than he would have been at Ryslen. He hadn't been promised to another and neither did he have one in mind.
"Do you have one in mind?"
"Not yet, but I'll be looking for one I like." Lossiulth added.
"Let me know when you do." Siamun concluded.
Beside him, Aat looked up with an inquisitive little meow.
"Don't worry girl, I'm sure you can observe from a safe distance."

Abilities: Telepathy, Verbal Speech, Teleportation, Blood Activated Elemental Magic


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