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Description: An anthropomorphic dragon shifter with green scaled
skin, many curved horns, sharp teeth and large leathery wings. She is
taller than most humans and can shift into a full humanoid and full dragon
shape but she prefers the in-between shape since it creates the most
effect. Bune usually wears clothes that display powerful symbols, a link
to both her current and old domain.
Personality: Bune is crafty and lusts for knowledge. She was once
the guardian deity of libraries and scientists but as she was driven to
the dungeons below the ground, her powers corrupted and she now deals
mostly in obscure rituals and taboo knowledge. Because of her intelligent
mind, she has done pretty well for herself, ranking as high as duke in the
demon hierarchy. Bune has lost a lot of morals when becoming a demon and
she often does not consider the possible consequences of the knowledge she
shares. There are demons and fallen angels enough to make a deal with if
people want to undo her craft.
Demon of: Witchcraft
Powers: Grants answers to questions, Turns any matter to gold and Makes demons of the
Original domain: Script
Number of followers: 1230
Bune felt quite out of her
element on the spaceship. That is until she managed to wrap her mind
around computers and the digital data that could convey so much in such a
little space. Only she knew it would never hold the same promise to her as
the script she'd once guarded. The floorish of a pen, the scritch of
putting ink on paper. Those were things she could not do without. But the
computer data would suffice for now...
Like the rest of the candidates that had passed Nairyg’s interview,
some of her siblings were spaced well around the
Bay perimeter, and everyone was as distant from her nested eggs as
possibly could be. Nairyg and Tnalexan would be the first faces all of
their children would see. The candidates were, functionally, a last
resort. Only of the hatchlings’ own volition, should they feel that
persistent call of a bond force them from their parents’ sides, would they
“ideally” even know the candidates were present.
When the crackling sounds of breaking shells began, it was a comfortably
familiar sound. Nairyg and Lex crooned towards their children’s efforts,
the sound quietly picked up by some of the other draconic attendees, and
another generation entered the world.
There was a distinct physical variance in Nairyg’s children to be seen as
they began to arrive. Some were gangling little things, their wrinkly baby
bodies wobbling awkwardly from the remnants of their shells upon long,
fragile legs. Others were chubby little butterballs, rolling into the moss
and sometimes struggling to even get their stubby legs to make contact
with the ground without one of their parents giving them a helpful
snout-nudge over. Some had egg-wet clumps of fur upon their heads and
tails, others did not. Some had tiny wings upon their backs, years away
from being anything close to a flightworthy size, and some only had the
elongated, backswept toe that would eventually be (one presumed) Hathian
Uniformly, however, they all had the infant curls of golden Hathian horns
around their eyes — and they each had a single gem in the middle of their
foreheads, too, set in a similar plate of keratin. He saw gems in
opal-black, and others in opal-white. Females and males, as hydra blood
displayed it, and yet not via hydra crowns. Schroeder mused on this as he
looked upon them, identifying them as something much more delicate, less
obtrusive than the heavy structure that weighted Nairyg’s ruling head.
Perhaps…diadems? He added a memo to the luminous screen of his datapad,
saving the possible terminology for later.
A pair of greens — one light-bellied, the other dark —
were the first to truly free themselves from their shells, perhaps aided
by the way their eggs had rocked against each other. In the softness of
the hatching bay moss, there was nothing to aid their efforts but each
other, and they creeled with exhaustion as they squirmed into the world
“Twezao…and Ttuocao,” their mother decided,
pulling carefully from a mental list of names she and her mate had
assembled beforehand, but that she had been stiffly unwilling to assign in
advance. “And they’re staying right here,”
Nairyg declared with certainty as the pair made good on a post-hatching
doze, a few of her lesser heads shooting cold, violet glares towards the
As if to disprove her, then, it was one of the stockier hatchlings that
was next to properly escape his egg and thump to the soft ground.
There was no mistaking the reluctance with which she pulled a
forefoot back to make it easier for the brass to see what lay beyond her
protective embrace, but as soon as she had, he was toddling forward as
determinedly as he was able. It was Eligor who
picked him up as soon as he was in range, as if being the first to bond
was his reward for that careful ‘please’ he alone of his group had used in
seeking Nairyg’s permission to stand.
“...His name is Zesetej,” Nairyg said,
watching carefully as the young demon carried her son to the tables where
he might be fed.
Many more hatchlings emerged, some stayed to be with their
mother while others escaped her like Esetej had done and bonded to the
candidates. Then a lull in the cracking and snapping of shells allowed the
low murmur of the crowd to roll over the gathering. People were excited,
talking with animation over the leggy or chubby children that had already
tumbled into the world. Nairyg looked as proud as any mother could be,
curled around her remaining eggs with Lex leaning attentively over her
shoulder. And then a single egg cracked with the sound of a thunderclap,
pushing an entirely black hatchling out of it's shell that seemed to shock
a lot of the people present. Nairyg cried out to save her hatchling from
being killed and then had to watch helplessly as it headed to the very
woman Nairyg feared would take it's life. Reassurances were made and the
hatchling was returned without incident, allowing the hatching to
Perhaps some of them were trying to make a hasty getaway, having taken
their mother’s outburst as reason enough not to stick around any longer,
or perhaps they had forgotten the occurrence already. Young minds were
malleable but could also be resilient, bouncing back into focus on their
simple needs as their instincts demanded them.
For the first time, two of the hatchlings almost moved together, though in
truth it was just coincidence that they sensed the minds they craved in
the same place at the same time. A dusty-pale muted red approached the
draconic demon Bune, who knelt to study the newborn with eyes that matched
the sharpness of the young pair regarding her now. She smiled, filing the
new knowledge away as she heard Nairyg declare: “Her
name is Jovo.”
Name: Jovo Na’carrah
Status: Bonded to Bune
Parents: 15-headed Silver hathydra Nairyg Na'carrah
x Winter Solstice Hathian Mutt Tnalexan
Destiny (Clutch 23)
*Adult Height: 10’
at the shoulder
Personality: Intellectual, Inflexible, Contemplative, and Restless.
Jovo will not have seen enough of the universe even if she spends her
entire life exploring. There is so much to learn and see and do, and she
wants to experience all of it. She does not take well to sitting still,
and patience is not in her vocabulary. Anything new must be studied in its
entirety, and likely thought about for weeks afterward as well. Her
greatest flaw is that once she gets an idea in her head, it’s very
difficult to get her to change her mind.
Jovo matured to become a
stunning pale red hathydra with 12 heads, some bald, others maned, with
golden horns and purple necks. Her large triple set of wings could
not go unnoticed and was necessary to carry her during flight. Nor could
her fluffy tail that seemed to scream luxury. Her voice was velvety smooth
as she had learned a lot from her bond in the way of words.
"You were once so small." Bune told her often.
"All babies grow stronger." Jovo invariably
"Is it time to leave?" Jovo then asked.
"I believe this time we must." Bune said.
The pull on her powers had become too great. Her lack of contact with her
followers had surely done a number to her powers and she needed to
re-source. So back to Gremyne was the only way to go.
"Will we have to stay forever?"
Bune let her mind think for a while. She'd been gone for some years. Maybe
smaller absences could be manageable in the future.
"I'll try to let you wander as much as you desire."
"Yesss." she couldn't contain a little hiss
[BELIAL] - [BUNE] - [IBLIS] -
[PHENEX] - [BUER] - [NINURTA]
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