Ninurta

STATS
Name: Ninurta
Gender: Female
Description: Ninurta is dark-skinned with two long curved silver horns, copper brown hair, black eyes and pointed ears. She has a curvy shape with broad hips, ample chest and strong limbs. Ninurta dresses in leather and cloth in dark, earthy tones. Ninurta has a slight sway to her gait and though she isn't usually described as beautiful, she does have a certain appeal.
Personality: True to her original domain, Ninurta is in fact caring and nurturing. Her penchant for love and fertility twisted to envy and bloodshed. Her caring became obsessive, her nurturing suffocating and she's become impatient and jealous. She keeps the things she loves hidden from others. At times, her original nature might shine through as she still has some worshippers of her old aspects left. Infertile women and desperate farmers will still pray to her and that balances out her bad aspects somewhat.
Demon of: War
Powers: Augmenting conflict, strife and jealousy/envy. Resistance against the elements
Original domain: Irrigation, Fertility
Number of followers: 260

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PRE-HATCHING
Ninurta took the stay in a spaceship in stride. Life seemed better than ever. Elir, now Eligor, had been saved and though he was now learning to stand on his own two legs, she had been accepted by Nairyg to pair one of her brood.... if they chose her. In preparation for the day, Ninurta trained to become in contact with her original domains. It didn't seem to be working, but abstaining from augmenting jealousy and strife must also count for something she hoped.

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HATCHING
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. 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 continue.
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.”
Then the silver mother’s crowned head turned the few degrees necessary to observe the other demon one of her children had chosen. The one called Ninurta now had a little green cradled in her arms with the instinctive care that only an experienced mother could show, but there was something possessive to it, too. Clinging. Clutching.
If Nairyg’s child hadn’t looked so sweetly content, eyes closed in Ninurta’s swaddling embrace, she wouldn’t have remained there for a moment more.
“And Tewodygan has chosen you, it seems,” Nairyg rumbled bitterly.

STATS
Name: Tewodygan Na’carrah
Status: Bonded to Ninurta
Parents: 15-headed Silver hathydra Nairyg Na'carrah x Winter Solstice Hathian Mutt Tnalexan
Origin: Abstract Destiny (Clutch 23)
Description:
     *Sex: Female
     *Adult Height: 13’ at the shoulder
     *Colour: Green
     *Headcount: Six
Personality: Among Hathians, greens are the providers and the caretakers. Tewodygan will have to grow into this role, of course, but she already has the instincts and was drawn to them in Ninurta in turn, however buried becoming a demon has left them. This hydra is a stubborn one, but there will never be a hint of rudeness from her. Trying to change her opinions is like trying to move a mountain with a garden trowel, but she will always be kind and thorough in explaining why she believes what she does. (tactful, dedicated, mulish, wholesome)
Abilities:
     *Air Magic
     *Breath Weapon (Acid)
     *Telepathy
     *Teleportation
     *Verbal Speech

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FLIGHT
"I think we should return." Tewodygan said once more.
"I think we shouldn't." Ninurta argued.
The two of them had had this conversation for the entire time they'd lived on the Abstract Destiny. Tewodygan hadn't been able to do much before but she was now considered and adult and she could take her bond back to her home. A place she was bound to. Tewodygan knew Ninurta was fading.
"You need it." she stubbornly insisted.
"It's too dangerous." Ninurta insisted.
The last weeks she'd felt closer to her real self than ever before. It was freeing even if she felt a bit weak and shaky at times. Going back to Gremyne meant relapsing in her demon role and that in turn would mean she'd be back at square one. Maybe it would even be worse. Maybe she would lose the love she held for Tewodygan.
"You won't. I won't permit it." Tewodygan growled, "I'll sustain our bond from my side."
"Can you be certain?"
"Well dying would make that impossible though I guess I could move on."
"I'm not going to die."
"So you say. But I worry."
"If I feel it's absolutely necessary, i'll let you know."
"You might be too far gone then."
Tewodygan had all the flexibility of a mule. But Ninurta wasn't much better. She'd need to come up with a good alternative way to replenish her energy. Some way that wouldn't cause her to lose her mind...
"How about I try to farm?" she asked.
"Farm?"
"It's pretty difficult on a spaceship. Maybe I can do it on a planet. Somewhere with nice soil where nobody would think my appearance strange. Somewhere I could try to reconnect with water, irrigation and fertility. I'm so close!"
"I might know a place."

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

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