>>5315925>>5315861>>5315840>>5315831>>5315687>>5315679>>5315613>>5315604>>5315447>>5315435>>5315391>>5315363>>5315336>>5315332>>5315314>>5315312>>5315311You stand up and face this apparition—like the Serpent Ascendant would want you to, you reason, and more importantly like a DRAGON would. But… Well, this is a Dark God. You’re not so polish or prideful as to actively insult him, whatever his MAYBE overly-rigid policies have brought upon your kind. They are also, after all, what has kept your people distinct, whole, and unified-of-purpose. You haven’t forgotten your sermons yet! You were practically RAISED by the Chaplain, after all. But… Well, tehre IS a question that eats at you.
“I was born flawed,” you note. “I am… A Degenerate, of sorts. Sludge-born, as you say.”
>All true. Yes.“Then what does it matter what race I breed with?” you ask. “What does it matter what my Degenerate mother wanted? What could I have ever done, Lord of Laws, to make you happy… Besides suicide?”
>YOU DARE?!You stifle a tremor, staring into the inferno. By now, it is cloaked in swirling cloud, forming a stony figure like a broad-horned dragon, holding a fiery sword. You bow your head, as is proper, but you keep your back straight. You do not prostrate yourself—not a second time, not now.
“I merely plead for your guidance, Dark Lord.”
There is a near-silence, broken only by the flickering heat and crackle of the divine fire.
“He cannot answer you, because he cannot admit what I readily will,” speaks another voice—less booming, less imposing… But coloured and scented by a whiff of the supernatural and transcendent all its own.
You and the Persecutor both turn to face its source, and you find it: in the shadow cast by the Persecutor’s flame, framed by his smoke as a space of conspicuous void, there is a serpentine shape. You see four faint glimmers in it: one where a womb would be, one where a three-chambered heart might sit… And two atop it, as if hinting at two head, two faces.
>Mother of Beasts and Bugs.“Master of Pointless Bureaucracy,” she replies.
You bow your head hurriedly to this second divinity: the Mother of Dragons, Divine Mother and Protector of Generations.
“I do not understand,” you admit, when respect has been shown. “What is it you mean? What will The Dark Lord ‘not admit’?”
>Keep your WAGGING TONGUE in your mouth… Or MOUTHS. 