>>5763311“Any army which threatened the Golden Queen’s realm was ignored by Wajutovosk, and instead he would fly past them on his great wings, and find their farms, their families, their cities and towns. He would burn them away until they had no source of supplies, or comfort. No home. No record that they ever existed, or were cared for. He left the proud and strong to starve, alone and in empty wasteland… Until they perished. Removing his curse from the land, he allowed these great masses of Unworthy Ones to fertilize the land anew, and it was his MOTHER’s subjects who would move in and reclaim the lands, and the ruins, as if true natives.”
“…He defeated greater forces, destroying old orders,your mate notes, with a subtle note of approval.
"He craeted a new age wherever he went," you agree.
“Still… Ugh, I know it is DRACONIS, but ‘Wajutovosk’? It is so CLUNKY. So OLD… And masculine, besides.”
You look down at your daughter, who stares back at you defiantly, puffing out her cheeks in dismay at her inability to escape your instinctive hold over her—or your much larger talons.
“The mammals she terrorized had a name for him, also,” you note. “‘Ujo’, ‘Buto’… Or ‘Wadjot’. And the feminine form…”
You tilt your head and try it out:
“Wadjet,” you say. “Dragon Princess Wadjet, future Queen of Bloodrise.”
“Not terrible,” the Serpent Queen admits.
Your daughter chirps, and finally squirms free, scampering away before wheeling back, scything the air with her frilled and forked tail, and letting loose a squeak of defiance.
“Not yet,” you admit, “but she will be.”
