[Gigimon]

A happy birthday custom for Myself.

CUSTOM~
User: Gigimon
Name Of OriginDragon: Yaldabaoth ( pronounced 'Yal-dah'bow-th')
Gender: Female
Story:

Yaldabaoth started life an a normal Oracle dragon. Born from two primals, she lived a healthy Orling-hood and quickly grew to be a fine young Oracle. However things took a sudden turn at the age year and a half when Yaldabaoth become of the age of breeding. As an Oracle finding a mate is rather difficult, sometimes only being able to breed once in a life of a Oracle. Since it was her first time she just figured things would come naturally in which case things did when a normal Origin with an Amazonite colored hide approached her in the middle of the night. He gave no name, but she fell for the Origin immediately. The two became a hit quickly remaining a couple for a few years to come. Which is rather odd for a male to stick around because most males would leave after mating.Yaldabaoth was okay with the company, the male never did give her his name but names were useless in times like these when the strange species called Humans were hunting their kind to near extinction.

Years later Yalda remained alongside the strange Origin the couple would try yearly for offspring...but to no avail..Yalda didnt seem to mind this, she was happy with jsut being with him alone. One faithful year however granted them a clutch of two eggs. Both were normally very ecstatic, their first young at the prime age of 5! For the next few months the two would take turns egg sitting, one would fly off go and eat come back, and the other would repeat the process in an endless loop.

The time came where the two eggs hatched, both were basic Origins like their farther this didnt seem to bother Yaldabaoth as she knew the fact that being her kind..an Oracle..was tough, and she didnt wish it on her young. Now the parents had more work to do! They would simply repeat the egg sitting process but with a few differences...actually ALOT more differences. Since Orlings can actually digest meat and bones at an young age food was going to become a bit of a hassle.

A few days later..middle of the week sometime it was almost time to the babies to fend for themselves Yaldabaoth was currently out hunting. Yaldabaoth had made sure they had plenty of training, since Orlings can glide at young ages she specified sleeping in higher places like cliff sides or trees to prevent preds from attacking them while they slept. She also explained that fish were easy prey if they can stand in the water they are hunting in, and to keep to the shadows as elder Origins will gobble them if they get the chance.Yaldabaoth felt a sad tinge in her heart, her first young were almost ready to leave the nest, she didnt know what to think though she was sad to see'em go, she was also happy that she had successfully completed a chapter in her life.

Yalda was hidden within a dense forest staring out along a flat plain towards a group of steer cattle. She had taught herself how to take down one, though one barely satisfied her, it should be plenty to satisfy the Orlings. She charged out quietly, though her stomps were enough to alert the steer she didnt care she had one in mind, a large bull with thick horns, perfect for teeth Orlings! The acttle scattered and she gave chase. She began to steer the cattle around nipping at their hooves and tails, separating them, if she could she would take down 2 however there was something particular about these cattle, they seemed fenced in. Yalda was able to jump the fence no problem but this simply made the steer easy prey. She made her way towards the bull she had picked and leaped up dodging the thrashing cattle head in a form sad display of defense and brought her claws down upon its back going for the kill at the neck. She wasted no time in digging her claws in and flying off quickly, though she wished to have brought down two...one will have to suffice. Prey was becoming vague in her territory due to the recent Human town built nearby.

Yalda glided quietly home, it was in the time of twilight, when a strange stomach twisting smell caught her nose. Blood. Not just any blood it was very distinguishable from the cattle she was lugging along. It was the stomach curdling scent of an Origins blood. She dropped the cattle to lighten the load, it had landed with a nasty splat in the forest below, and flapped her wings as fast as she could possibly go, the only Origins in the area were her young and her mate.

When Yaldabaoth returned her, her worst fears were realized. The nest was empty, Orlings gone.., and her mate whoes name she never even knew..laid there sprawled out..lifeless limp...dead. It was obvious what had occured, though Yalda didnt wish to believe it so. There were multiple sharp objects in her mates back, and one stabbed though his head. She tip toed closer to her mate and nuzzled his side, she had become saddened with grief...but why? A males a male in the Origin world..there are plenty of fish' in the sea..but this one was special...her first and not only that but her first to actually STAY beside her, to not flee from her, this either rare or nonexistent in the Origins species, and she didnt know his name...so she just called him Blue-Eyes, for the baby blue eyes her had, which were now closed forever. One closer inspect ion, the spear to the head wasnt even the finisher, it appears to have been pierced to be used as an handhold of sorts in which case the human would simply swing themselves around and forcefully ride the Origin like a bucking bronco and then pulled out a dagger, and slide it against the soft flesh of the neck.

The thought of it made Yaldabaoth's very flesh crawl and all she could do for Blue-Eyes was nuzzle him, and let him fade into the circle of life. She gave her mate once last look before looking to the nets and quickly racing towards in looking inside..no young...no blood. The Orlings were indeed gone but..there was no scent of blood of either Orling this was good and bad..Yalda had heard of this tale of the winds, a group of 'Raiders'..humans who kill the parents and raid the nests of young defenseless Orlins to be sold for profit. Her motherly instincts kicked in, she would not let her young go..not without a fight.

Yaldabaoth explored the area for clues, anything a sign, a trace..ANYTHING. She found it in the form of hoof prints...creatures called Horses in which humans would ride and care for for fun and in this case for work. She wold stay on the ground..being up in the air would be too easy for her to be spotted. She followed the trail of hoof prints and a strange mark which looked like a wheels..further down the trail she slowed to a stop to another horrific scene, a crate like object was smashed to bits in the road, obvious had been ran over however what lied next to it...also run over by the strange wagon-like vehicle was one of her young..

The once full of life Orling laid there crippled on the road, dead. Origins are not dumb..they're smart enough to figure out locks and mechanisms of human-kind. It appeared the young was wobbling the cage around in attempted to break it...had flipped the cage over and crashed into an oncoming wheel..the very scene replaying in her head disgusted her, she gently grabbed the limp baby in her jaws and laid it off the road..it was the best she could do at this time.

Her journey continues, if she couldnt save the runt she would surely save the other. she ran though, faster and faster til nightfall hit. Then...she spotted it..in the distance a light of fire, to her fire was a means of defense to humans an object. She carried on sticking to the shadows and keeping her slow steady pace intended on not alarming any of the humans as they had quantity over her. She wasnt planning on dieing not yet, if she could save her young and it'll live whilst she would die, then she would be willing to sacrifice.

She laid inside some thick shrubbery watching the fire crackle, its sparks float up into the sky, the Humans gather around holding containers of putrid smelling liquid referred to in the Origin tongue as Fermented Fruit. The humans spoke on a strange unusal tongue..she could make out a few words, though it was vague. One such human was speaking in an slurrish tone, said something about: "Orling...Baby..sold..high price..wealthy family...take good care of."

The words sickened her..her young was alive..and well, this made her happy but still sad..she had no where to start with tracking and wealthy humans dont live out in the country like this but in more deep crowded cites..the risks involved in find her young...would be too great and she couldnt risk it..

Grief soon turned to anger. She bellowed out a roar and attacked. He roared echoed though out the night. By the time morning arrived everything was gone, any humans in the camp were slaughtered, even the horses which gratefully assisted in the murder of her mate and kidnapping of her young became a hearty breakfast for her. She wouldnt stop there..she took to the skies and flew off at a speed which caused her wings to feel as though they would burn off. She would take aim at the villages next...she would Raid like she was Raided!

It seemed nothing could stop Yaldabaoth, she, everyday for a whole week, lit towns ablaze in a heated hatred of fiery devastation. She held nothing back, the thirst of blood and revenge was too great for even her thick will to hold against, she didnt even spare children during her 'raids' but wouldnt simply slaughtered everyone, just those who dared to fight back. Her seventh night however was a game changer. Yalda was surprised when she flew down from the clouded heavens at the town to find it a castle rather then a town!

The castle was medieval in appearance and sported many many archers, thankfully her thick hide made this a cinch as the arrow heads couldn't pierce, though she would later be proved wrong. She broke down walls, scorched the tower, torn apart the flag. It seemed nothing could stop the Vengeful Mother Yaldabaoth. That was until a literally knight in armor riding a horse charged at her, easy she thought, the humans armors were no match for her teeth, he ran at the knight at full speed.

The Knight then suddenly raised up a lantern which burned with thick kerosene like fluid and threw it at Yaldabaoth. Yalda was speeding...unable to brake the mighty dragon had collided with the lantern, it smashing to pieces against her face, the thick kerosene lit up and set her face ablaze. The pain was too much...she could feel the sinful fires burning her eyes and she let out a shriek of anguish. She turned her body, heavy, lulling, fading..No! Not like this! She ran though the gate smashing it like it was rotted wood, and stumbled away roaring in pain.

It would be days later when Yaldabaoth would awake again..her face was badly burned from the fire which she describes as a Purity flame that had come to punish her for her heinous crimes. She sat up slowly and lapped at a stream hungrily, she was blinded in her left eye from the blaze..Hunting would prove difficult in this matter getting used to her blinded vision would prove an nuisance.

Days turned into weeks and weeks into years. Yaldabaoth was now 12 years old, and she was just as hate-filled as she was in her past. Not only had she conquered territory after territory to expand it into a nice chunk of land. But its how she does it is dreadful...she would first kill the dominate mate of the territory, and then assert herself as dominate over the submissive Origin. If a rouge Origin, wether is be primal, basic, or even rarely another Oracle, she would be there to greet them in a not so friendly way..she would dive bomb from outof the skies and slam the origin into the ground and pin them. Giving them three choices. 1. Leave and ever come back. 2. Join her ever growing Kerfuffle and raid various townships and food from humans. or lastly 3. Die.

Yaldabaoth still controls the land today, its called Daggerspire. Its now home to many ghost towns, and Origins. Not even trading Caravans would dare roam close to it. Which each passing month Daggerspires border grows ever more outwards as more and more Origins join her army. She appears mateless and refuses to take one on.

Yaldabaoth's army of raiding dragons are called by Humans "The Daggers". Its strongly noted to be cautious in the area, as most Origins in this area as very hostile and wll attack on sight. Raiding nests in this area is strictly prohibited as they blieve itll stir up Yaldabaoth's anger, or that its cursed lands.

Its believed Yaldabaoth's child is still alive today.

Personality: Conscientiousness; Unruly; Vulgar; Malicious; She is quick to throw someone else under the bus if need be; Untrustworthy.
Other Info: Referred to as 'The Blind Oracle' or 'Control Freak', 'Yalda'. Is a WILD Origin. Goes by the nickname 'Yalda' ('yal'dah')