Níðhöggr Creation and Awakening (Starter)
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When the Ancient Dragons of old where created there were only a handful of them, the next in their line where the Elder Dragons whose population was greater and from them came the next generations of Dragons that most came to know for their numbers where far greater than the Elders. Even though each line was different, all were tied to the Ancients. An Ancient Dragon could feel the death of any Dragons created after them, being connected to their spirits. When humans found out that Dragons existed, they waged war upon the beings, enslaving them or massacring them for their hides and bones which caused a deep hatred in the creatures, making them retaliate by destroying villages and kingdoms. Aria brought Hel upon the humans that dared cross her and during this time she had met other creatures of the old lands that became mere stories over the years that would come to pass such as demonic wolves and other immortals.

The Ancients fought to protect their kin, but the humans prevailed in all but wiping out the species. Because of this many Dragons adopted human forms and went into hiding among the mortals while the Ancients went into a deep slumber in mountains or other isolated regions. Aria, the mother of Dragons, buried herself deep into the earth where the Norse believed her to be gnawing on the roots of the great tree. In their stories, they called her Níðhöggr  and warned those guilty of murder, adultery, and oath-breaking, which Norse society considered among the worst possible crimes, that they would face her in Nastrǫnd in Hel where she would chew on their corpses for the rest of eternity.

Aria was a Dragon of Hel Fire, created with the Norse Gods and a fierce protector of the realm within Hel known as Nastrond and of the Dragons who came to call her Mother in their stories, but when she went into slumber, she became nothing more than a myth to those who had not been able to see her when she roamed the lands with her kin much like the Gods had. Aria slept for centuries in her dragon form, a massive beast made of black and purple scales with shimmering blue ornate ones along her neck and a blue fin running down her back from her head between two ivory horns while her underside was made up of dark purple thick, impenetrable plates. She was curled almost in a ball her tail wrapping around her as she was buried miles under the dense earth, undisturbed while warmed by the lava flowing in the ground around her, feeling her kin roam safely in human skin over the years.

Aria may have slept until the end of days if it had not been for the shockwave of pain that ripped her from her sleep, crippling her instantly. The pain that plagued her stemmed from the murder of an Elder Dragon; one she may have met once but knew still the same by their spiritual bond. Aria knew each Dragon's spirit and in turn she knew them on sight even if they had never crossed paths so when he fell, the Mother of Dragons grew enraged. Aria may have never returned to the surface if she had not felt his soul torn from the mortal realm in which he dwelled, her kin having been safe from harm for so many years. But the murder of the Elder caused the earth the quake violently and crack into valleys as the Ancient Dragon opened her wings and forced open the earth.

She was slow as she got to her feet, cascades of debris falling in around her as she reared on her hind legs so her front claws could splinter into the solid stone walls around her. She clawed her way from her sanctuary, molten rock bursting from the crevices and valleys around her and warming her scales but not harming the Dragon of Hel Fire. It was as though a volcano erupted from decades of inactivity, the ash in the air coming from the nostrils of the beast as she exhaled through them when she finished her ascent.

Humans were always the cause of a Dragons death in her time, so naturally she assumed them to be responsible for this one. Aria stretched her wings out fully at the surface as the lava spewed around her and gathered at her feet and underbelly while she smelled the air. Her head jerked to the east and a low growl exited her throat. Humans. Aria's emerald eyes set in the direction the stench came from and it was clear in them her intent. Níðhöggr , the Dragoness of Hel Fire and Mother of Dragons had returned, and soon mortals would be punished for the death of the Elder Dragon.

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