Age

Agé or Age. A god in the mythology of the Fon people of Africa. He is the son of Mawu-Lisa. Agé is the patron god of hunters, the wilderness, and the animals within it. He is the fourth-born son of Mawu-Lisa. When she divided up the realms of the universe among her children, she gave Agé command of the game animals and birds and put him in charge of uninhabited land.

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"You are a nuisance. Worthless. Even your eyes are wrong. You will never be good for anything."
"Are you thinking of the past again, young one?"
His green eyes shift to the green Snapper female who had spoken in a soft voice. The soft, kind voice should go with a caring, loving being. It does not. Quite the opposite. The speaker had been Gravemind. She who is Mother Rashtlin's Right Hand. Evil and always scheming. Yet.... Yet she is the one giving him purpose. "You know that I was. You always know."
A twisted smile curves the Snapper's lips and she even chuckles softly. "You are still predictable. We shall work on this further. I told you before and I say it again. You have potential. Great potential. You shall see."
His green gaze shifts to the beast he is taking charge of. Master of Beasts. He has yet to master his new role in life, but the title is already his anyways. Can he really hope to live up to it? He must. Gravemind seems to think he can do this. So he shall indeed do this. “I hear you. I do. It is just…”
“Difficult. You find it so hard to believe when you were so easily cast aside over something as minor as the look of your eyes.” She laughs outright as he looks at her in surprise.
Shaking his head, he is unsure of her still. She and all others swear that she can not read minds. It certainly seems as though she can most days. The female is extremely good at reading others. And manipulating them. Manipulation is something she is attempting to teach him so he may manipulate the beasts into doing as he bids. Always. He looks at the female again as she watches him in silence. He has decided. He will open his very soul to her teachings. He will prove that his previous home had been very, very wrong.

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“You are learning well.”
He looks up from the Smoke Gyre to see Gravemind. She must have come to check upon his progress. Again. Not surprising in the least. Returning his intent look back upon the beast at hand, he grunts softly. He can call it done with this one anyways. “Return to Wichtlin. Heed her commands from now on.”
Once the Smoke Gyre has left the small arena like area that has been made his to do his work in, he turns to look upon Gravemind. She cocks her head to the side slightly. “You learn quickly and use the teachings well, young one. Quite well. Which beast do you tame next?”
The words seem mild enough. Those who do not know the Snapper female night not hear the slight challenge in her soft voice. One must be careful when dealing with Mother Rashtlin and Gravemind. They are near always up to some scheme or other. You are useful or are cast out. He will not be cast out. Never again.
Useful or banished. Or put to an end. No, this is his place now and he shall keep it. He looks towards the hall off to the side of the room. The hall is lined with cages. He must choose wisely here. One that is not a challenge would show weakness. Weaklings are cast out. One that is too great a challenge would show lack of wisdom. Those who lack wisdom are cast out. He can afford to be neither weak nor lacking in wisdom. The choice must be the right one.
Abandinus had asked for some small assistance with his Death Seeker. However, the Death Seeker is no real challenge for him. Not now. So the request must wait until he passes this test of Gravemind’s.
Perhaps the Primrose Mith that Cisco favors so. The softly colored Coatl has mentioned that his mith has been a bit negligent in being sure not to collect all the blossoms from any one plant of late. Very uncharacteristic of its kind. Something is surly bothering it. Would that be enough challenge? He eyes the Snapper and doubts it.
Perhaps the Cherry Blossom Caterpillar that is with Erst? Hadn’t the male Imperial mentioned something about the poor thing not being quite so… pink? He is near certain that is what was said. Though the caterpillar hardly seems like something that would impress his current critic. No no no. This will not do. Something a little harder.
He suddenly smirks and looks at her. “Vrykolakas has been having trouble of late. His Shalebuck. The shalebuck shall be next.” His chest swells when Gravemind gives an approving smile and nod. It would seem he has chosen wisely this time. Another test passed.

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He has gotten into quite the routine of late. He has bent all the “lesser” beasts that the Clan currently calls their own to his will. Some are now the companions of his fellows. Others awat a time when one of the dragons desires their company. Not all are desired and that is fine. He gives those who have not been chosen attention and they are content.
“My my my. Such the busy little bee, aren’t you?”
He turns his head just enough to find the owner of the purring, flirting voice that has broken into the solitude he had been enjoying. He’d been taking a break from the beasts in order to just relax for a moment. Very hard to relax when faced with Ammut.
He had worked with her Living Sculpture just the other day. He knows the beast can not be why she is here… Unless she has ordered it to misbehave. He would not put it past the flirting Bogsneak. She is something else really. “Ammut. To what do I owe the honor of your presence?”
He does not miss the pleased smile curving her lips as she walks up to him and curls her tail around his right leg. “I have brought you a gift, dear one.” Her shadows rise from out of the ground, bringing forth a Molten Wartoad with them.
Green eyes growing wide with delighted wonder, he eyes the beast before him. The creature’s yellow eyes match his green ones. “What would you have as thanks for so grand a gift?”
A purring chuckle answers him. “Oh my. Such a smart one. I would have some of your time. Come, Dearest. Come and play, wont you?”
It is his turn to chuckle. He should have known what the request would be. He is not the least bit surprised. He will humor her. After all, this really is quite the gift. “Yes, yes, of course.”

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All frogs and dogs. All snakes except for rattle. Pixie procession.