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Name: Elir (human), Eligor (demon)
Gender: Male
Description: As a human, Elir grew up slight and straight with a pale skin from spending his days below ground. His pupils are usually dilated because of this as well and he has developed keen night vision (though his day vision would be poorer as he's easily blinded by light). As a demon he sprouted two small horns and a long, horned tail. His brown eyes have turned black. The staff, snake and banner (not shown above), are physical tokens of his power and he can call them forth at will. 
Personality: Elir grew up to believe that anything is possible. Though he was confined and hidden for his own safety, he never felt restricted. He was loved despite his unusual guardians and grew up physically, mentally and emotionally healthy. Except maybe a bit too naive about expecting the world to be basically good. Even in his new duty he will still try to do good. he'll have to learn that compromising is a difficult balance act. 
Demon of: War & Soldiers
Powers: Can predict the outcome of matters (specifically battles). 
Original domain: --
Number of followers: ?


Waiting on a spaceship was both exciting and threathening. Eligor managed to cope well. Maybe because he retained much of his human personality and had little power to contain he mixed well with the others that arrived. Nairyg had only selected him, Ninurta and Bune to stay. The other demons had taken their leave early, only Iblis had visited again but only briefly. Eligor realised that life went on and that he would probably not see his weird irresponsible second mother again. There was little chance he'd return to Gremyne with a hathydra in tow. Where would he even live? Who would worship him? No it was better to move on and look upon this experience as a new start, a new life.


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 wing-spurs.
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 proper.
“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 candidates.
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. Egg-fluids made any newborn dragonet gleam, but this one was especially brassy, scales gleaming even after a few swipes from an overhead parental tongue.
Even so, despite the lavishing of parental attention, he seemed distracted — and soon enough was trying to fumble free, confusedly looking for a way around Nairyg’s possessive arms. 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.
After all 39 eggs had hatched, Nairyg turned to the candidates and her siblings:
“Congratulations to all of you,” Nairyg called out across the buzzing Hatching Bay as newly bonded and onlookers alike began to mingle.
“If you were chosen this day, then know that this choice was not made lightly. All of you came before me and received my blessing, and clearly I was right in acknowledging you, as my children have now acknowledged you. Know that they will love you until the end of time. I expect that you will love them in turn. For if you do not, if you harm my young, know that there is no greater wrath than a mother’s, and no distance I will not travel to avenge my own.”

Silence fell across the assembly following her words. A few people looked confused by the alternatively heartwarming and threatening speech. A few looked openly terrified. Nervous laughter sounded her and there

Name: Zesetej Na’carrah
Status: Bonded to Eligor
Parents: 15-headed Silver hathydra Nairyg Na'carrah x Winter Solstice Hathian Mutt Tnalexan
Origin: Abstract Destiny (Clutch 23)

Sex: Male  
Adult Height: 22’ at the shoulder  
Colour: Brass  
Headcount: Ten
Personality: Zesetej will grow to be a courageous soul. He will feel no desire to live up to the call of his hydra blood, but will want to enjoy life both for what it is and for what one can make of it. He’s not afraid to have a little fun or to be seen as a little silly while doing so, but anyone that wants to side-eye his chosen bond for being a human-turned-demon will get a side-eye in turn. Eligor had no choice in being turned as he was, just as Zesetej had no choice being born as he was. Shouldn’t they both be judged for their actions, rather than for things outside their control? (relaxed, goofy, cunning, valiant, open-minded)
Breath Weapons (Acid, Fire)
Shapeshifting (Human)
Verbal Speech


Seeing extra heads emerge from your baby hathydra is quite the sight. Seeing it for the ninth time is a lot less unsettling. Years had disappeared by this time and Zesetej could now speak. None of the malice that was associated with hydras was present in his mind as none of the malice associated with demons could be found in Eligor. The two generally enjoyed the smaller thrills of life: going out for a walk on a planet. Eating a new kind of food or drink. Seeing a pretty girl walk by.
"Next time you really should make a move." Zesetej prodded his bond.
"Right back at you." Eligor retorted, "Do you think anyone would even look at me favourably?"
"What's not to like?"
"Well the horns, the black eyes,... the tail?"
Zesetej looked at his own body: "I'd say all of those things are an asset. Maybe you just lack wings or wingsails?"


-^^^-  [BELIAL] - [BUNE] - [IBLIS] - [PHENEX] - [BUER] - [NINURTA-^^^-  [ELIGOR]

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