Cunning Surprises

Bond! Serpent In The Garden Male Green Mottle, Amonrath

Mindvoice: #038717

Appearance: Lanky in form like a snake, but with the characteristic frills and spines of a Wild Green. His ‘aura’ exudes calm and near complete tranquility to those who look past the barbs and spikes all along his neck and tail specifically at the spinal ridge. Though it does smooth out at the ideal spot for a saddle on his back once he’s older. Far as his coloration goes his base color is a verdant green like a vine snake with ‘eye’ shaped markings all along his body and wings in shades of deep emerald.

Personality: While slow to anger like many Green Mottles, when you do earn Amonrath’s ire; be it from a slight to himself or his Rider he will plot and scheme to get back at you. Usually by way of convincing his partner that giving in to their own darker urges is perfectly acceptable when directed at an enemy. If it can be ‘delegated’ elsewhere as it were this particular Mottled sees it perfectly fine to lure others to follow his cunning schemes and whims. Be it by slight coercion or perhaps feeding a certain shiny something that might make it sick enough to yarf on the intended victims bed-sheets. Amonrath sees no issue getting back at another no matter how he does it.

As the Nephilim looked over the fountain he'd find a seemingly peacefully inert egg, least till his approach seemed to trigger something moving within. As first the spike and frill bedecked tail carved a gash in the shell with a swift movement. Then two currently tiny clawed forefeet meticulously picked at the midpoint of the slit to widen it for the muzzle to peek through. Slow calm breathing indicated the young thing was well as it seemed to be thinking how best to proceed. 

Before opting for the brute force route as a lanky vibrantly green body suddenly burst through the weakened shell in a spray of egg goo and broken shell pieces. After such a violent display the creature settled down to groom himself before a mind-voice slithered through Michael's mind like a snake well you aren't going to just sit there gawping I hope? your Amonrath needs food after all. Despite the almost creepy tone the newly born dragon at least was giving off an air of acceptance to the Nephilim.