Chapter 37: Bonded

Mokzaxirrathan held the boy by below the shoulders and rised him to meet his eyes- He was still shocked by what this boy said- His sister? Alive? Of my fucking Gods! His eyes shone as he felt restless, he let the boy go, he fell to the ground on his ass and groaned as Mokza desperatly moved. He knew he was being reckless and acting like a stupid teenager, but he couldn't calm down at all! His heart was almost exploding inside his chest as he stepped thorugh the mossy floor of the cavern, he passed through the curtain of vines full of glowing berries and into the main chamber of the cavern- A large darkness above with small glowing crystals and mushroom above the cavern ceiling that resembled the night sky, which was something Mokza loved oh so much.

He was about to leave the cave when his arm was tightly grasped by a root, suddenly pulling him back for a second, he looked back and saw the worried expression on his beloved's face, which really made him realize that he was not... Well.

In fact, he had way to many eyes and mouths, after all, for an Avatar of an Eldritch God, his momentary transformation was pretty tame- He had six eyes on the side of his face taht grew to be scaly, with draconic features, the color of those eyes were black, grey, and green each one from top to bottom- He had four mouths, one on his chin, just below his main mouth, one on his forehead that was dripping this weird black liquid, and another one on his throat that was whispering something eh could not underrstand. But most importantly, his back- He had these ethereal thin wings that reflected- It was like a pair of platinum ghost-like wings with stars scattered inside.

"Mokza?" Nátt whispered, clearly and completely concerned about him, which was fair since he was about to just fly away and search for his only living relative! "Dear..." His voice was ragged, rough, raspy like he was speaking after swallowing gravel with woodash mixed with blood- Rather specific, but trust him, this happened once and it was not a very pleasurable! "I-" he didn't know when, but there were tears running down his eyes- All six of them, that slowly were sinking abck into his flesh and muscles. "I just- She's out there! I need to find her!" He maybe did not make much sense to Náttúrumaður, but he knew that Mokzaxirrathan was visibly distressed and wanted to tell him something but couldn't.

"i- Dear." He hesitatingly took Mokza's hand and slowly willed his magical energyvto enter his body through [Channeling], stablishing a connection between them and waited for MOkza'x response- He was an Eldritch Platinum Dragon, meaning he was proficient on both Psionics and Magic alike, so he easily grasped the hesitant energy that seeped into his skin and shared what he could- At the moment, a bond between them was stablished as they came to learn more about each other than they thought was possible-

In an instant, Mokzaxirrathan knew that Náttúrumaður wasn't on his first life- He watched his past life through the eyes of a 3rd person, and he was more than distressed, he was furious that Nátt would treat himself like that, and it also explained most of his issues with abandonment and fear of being rejected, which he would need several sessions of wild sex alongside him worshipping his body so he can learn to love it!

Náttúrumaður, however, watched as a giant dark shadow flew above a house, nine heads destroying a family, killing them- He watched as a young Mokzaxirrathan ran and ran, only to be killed by a red dragon after, but that didn't end then adn there, instead it only began there. He watched as Mokza met the Divine of Death from this world, the Goddess called The Weaver, who brought him back to life- Albeit Mokza may not be certain why he was brought back to life, Náttúrumaður knew the motive was the dragon inside his soul- A shard from Bahamut, who now has been consumed by Mokzaxirrathatn's own soul and power, which would probably develop onto a divinity in itself as well.

Being brought back from the dead seemingly had a huge effect on the dormant soul of Bahamut inside his body, so it awoke and tried to take over, but Mokzaxirrathan's will for vengence and death pushed him froward, he had another opportunity and he took it to live and avange his family.

It's been 52 years since then, he has killed many Chromatic Dragons, saving some humans here and there, sleeping with some women and men here and there (Most of which "broke", meaning they became easily addicted to him, which Mokza found funny and creepy, since those "broken" people were stalking him all the time) as he kept seeking strength to kill Tiamat and have his revenge.

It was a flash of memories and feelings, until Náttúrumaður saw why he was so stressed and nervous- He just learned that maybe his sister, Tallinil Grimspeaker may be in fact, alive.

""Dear"" (x2)

Calling each other dear at the same time was a little awkward- But then they smiled at each other, Mokza asking: "I can call you dear, then you can call me honey, it's taht fine dear?" Nátt only blushed slightly and nodded, it felt like they knew each other all their lives, now that Náttúrumaður knew Mokza's favorite dish was soup while Mokza knew Náttúrumaður was very, very sensitive on the back of his neck, ears, and was ery ticklish, which brought some naughty ideas to mind that involved ropes and feathers.

"We need to talk." Mokza hummed when he felt Náttúrumaður's nervousness and shy arousal when he shared his idea through their bond- The same bond his God told him he would develop with Nátt after they know a little bit more about each other.

Well, it seemingly just formed then and there!