[color=lightgreen][center]"I have many names.  Give me more."[/center][/color]

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No apple rains.  Got it.  The Nidhogan seemed receptive to the rules.

When Thorin suggested to remain close, the Nidhogan grew a vine that wrapped loosely around the armored knight, though the other vines offered to coil around Suriel and Vilikas.  It was hard to read, but again, it was receptive the rules.  They were supposed to stay close, so lets... hold hands?

[color=lightgreen]"Hhhhhhhoooooommm."[/color]  like trees cracking and branches falling, the creature bellowed its entrance into the Sanctuary.  It popped off little flower petals and buds in its exuberance.  It was a twelve foot tall dog that showed delight by growing things off its body.  It reared up with the greeting of everyone in the grand chamber, a hall of so so so many voices.  It bellowed that throaty song again, echoing it for all.  The Green magic seemed to glow through its bark form, like lights of wisps that lived just underneath its bark.

It saw so many squishies!  One was small, so small, one was blue, but young.  Squishies called them girls, then there was a larger girl.  She looked like a fighter with her metal weapon.  One even looked like a four legged beast said enough of this, Ill walk on two thank you. but they all greeted him with some combination of yellow, and orange of alarm and the sooth of green.  It made the Nidhogan's mask grow willow like blossom flowers.  It nearly ran to them, dwarfing them to bask in their wonderful glows.  It scampered its trunk like feet, its limbs budding into colored fruits.  [color=lightgreen]Hhhhh-heh-Hhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiii.[/color]  It was a throated echo of words, like something trying to speak at the bottom of a well, the sound came with the snapping of dozens of sticks.

This changed when he saw the master.  The flower petals, the moss, it all flowed back into his form, making the wood nearly white as birch.  Indeed, the monster was just a display, getting its feelings out not with words but by actions and visual displays.  The Nidhogan stepped back from the Master, shrinking down.  It was a voice... it was a voice.   Only the voices were white.  Only they could be white or black.  It had never seen them before on anything else.  It seemed... frightened by the master.  It moved forward suddenly, almost threateningly when he began to spoke, the Nidhoggan got half way to get infront of Stephanie, Ar'oa, and Asri, as if to protect them from such a frightening being.  But when the mask directed its gaze at it, it shirked back into subservience.  It almost whimpered before the Master.

It asked them for names... and this the Nidhogan was confused, the notion was foreign to it in some off ways.  Stephanie, Ar'oa, Asri, Tania.  Yes, yes its what the Squishies liked to be called.  So they can tell eachother apart.  It made sense in that way.  But what was it's name?  it had so many.  It opened its maw and realized it wasn't going to work.  They didn't understand the colors like it did.  Whenever it tried, the squishies would flee, or fight.  No, it needed another way.  To be like them to speak like them.

Devoid of green or life upon it, even the eyes seemed to dull.  The Nidhogan seemed to be completely motionless, finally looking something akin to the unmoving trees, or some profane monsterous sculpture of what the monster was behind.  Out between the branches of its head however, came a single flower bulb of deep pink.  It unfurled and bloomed like a flower in spring, and amongst the petals, seemingly made from them, a [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/25/e8/f1/25e8f188c3e25b9164d162c241f35a68.jpg]creature[/url] peaked out no bigger than a fairy, holding a petal to protect, to hide itself.

A little mouth, a little voice.  It hadn't the time to blossom a full figure so this would have to do.  [color=lightgreen]"This one has many names."[/color]  It was a girls voice, speaking in a whisper that was still heard throughout the vast hall.  [color=lightgreen]"The first given was The Nidhogan, then the Root that Marched Against the Flame, then The Monster of the Downs, The Thing in the Woods, The Bone Eater, Thorn Titan, The Scourge of Transalore,  Abomination, Wrym at the Roots of the World Tree, Grandfather Oak, Guardian of the Grove, Mother of the Veidish, Veidish King, the Stomper.  It, I, do not know what these are.  What they mean.  Why they are names.  It has no name for myself.  Everything is given by the voices.  It gives itself nothing."[/color]  It paused, looking to the others for a moment, then back at Master R, but it could not look at him for long.  [color=lightgreen]"It- I- this one- will watch over you.  It answers the voices, no matter the color.  You welcomed it.  It was not welcomed before.  Give it another name if you wish."[/color]  The little fairy tightened her grip on the petals averting its gaze.  [color=lightgreen]"Something yellow, something green, if it please you."[/color]  Such a small thing looked so sad, so scared.