[color=#7220d4][h1][center]Sathira, Mother of the First Flight[/center][/h1][/color]

[center][hider=Base Forms][h2][color=#9b5ae8][center]Divine Form[/center][/color][/h2]
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Sathira’s most majestic form takes the shape of a gargantuan dragon, the size of a large mountain. It is wreathed in shadows and possesses multiple eyes. Immense leathery wings shimmer the color of midnight, and crackle with the bright white tinge of lightning. Sathira stands tall on four massive claws at the end of each leg, each seemingly sharp enough to rend the earth itself asunder. A long obsidian tail sprouts from her back which she often drags behind her, leaving great swathes of land disturbed. While some may agree this is an incredible nuisance to mundane races, she doesn’t leave only destruction in her wake. Behind her tail one may often find rare minerals sprouting, from gold to silver to precious gemstones. Some have taken to trying to find the places she has landed and graced with this small gift, though all are very careful to do so after her movements are complete, lest they be in her way and squashed by her unknowingly.

Sathira’s shadows similarly become both a blessing and a curse to those near them. Inhalation of these shadows tends to lure mortal races into a deep, restful slumber. Often waking up only after a full day has passed. While this can be a detriment, those who experience it will wake up completely refreshed, and what is more, often feel boundless motivation to accomplish tasks they would otherwise shirk for upwards of a week after.

[h2][color=#9b5ae8][center]Humanoid Form[/center][/color][/h2]
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Sathira can also take a much smaller form that is humanoid in shape to better interact with things smaller than her, which is most often just about everything. Although she considers this form small, she still stands at a height of 12 feet tall. This form has ornate white horns that sprout from her head with ornate patterns that almost seem engraved winding around them. Each of her eyes are resplendent with black schlera and a crimson iris. In this form she has a kind of third eye which exists upon her forehead, which sits at a vertical slit rather than horizontal as is the case with most humanoids. Further each of these eyes retains her majestic forms nictitating membranes. 

Retaining a pair of leathery onyx wings in this form, she often uses them to assist her movement across the world. Though she rarely seems to have to actually flap them much, appearing to more glide along unseen currents of air, magic or both so as to reach her destination.
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[center][hider=Aspect][h2][color=#9b5ae8][center]Dragons[/center][/color][/h2]
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The massive creatures capable of flight despite their immense size. Sathira sees each and every dragon as one of her kind, a lesser extension of her very sense of self. Valuable allies and the creatures of incredible power that they are, they are still something that she cares for. While she will defend them to a point, she still sees them as their own beings and they must be allowed to make choices and mistakes of their own accord, or else they will never grow to create their own flights. While she is truly timeless, so too shall her children be. Age granting them only greater size and power compared to what was. They have a disposition that pushes them towards gathering great treasures. While she did not intend for this, it is likely a side effect of them gnawing at her tail when they were in their infancy, perhaps even caused by them munching on the leftover gemstones and minerals that her tail left behind.

Just as she is proud and powerful so too has she imbued the very concept of her and her childrens being with this pride. It feeds them and urges them to prove themselves more and more, sometimes becoming a problem to nearby nations, but also at times granting them a hero. One of her kind that walks among their number seeking to earn praise in a different manner.

As of now their goal is simple, she will protect them, foster their power and teach them what she feels is right, and then send them off into the world. Encouraging them to learn and foster their own flights such that they can spread across the world and become a known and powerful race. For now they will become a force for gathering her the natural wonders and treasures of the world. Later on, who knows.[/hider][/center]

[center][hider=Persona][h2][color=#9b5ae8][center]Persona[/center][/color][/h2]
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Sathira keeps an even temperament most of the time. Very careful with her words, and careful with her actions. Protecting her children and teaching them to become greater and more powerful. She is not one that often shares her knowledge with anyone outside of her flight, at least not readily and for free. There must be some kind of exchange, and it must almost always at least slightly favor her. 

She can however be snapped into a quick fury akin to a mother grizzly if her children are put into peril, at least while they are young. Once they have reached adulthood they are their own problem, and while they can pray to her and seek her advice, they are still beholden to their own desires and choices.

When it comes to what kind of choices she makes it is much more oft guided by self-interest, or the interest of her flight that determines what action she takes. She does not seek others direct harm unless angered or wronged, but she is also very much not afraid to make deals that might cause others problems if she can’t see a direct negative result coming of it.[/hider][/center]

[center][hider=Myth][h2][color=#9b5ae8][center]Myth[/center][/color][/h2]
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And so it was said that it all started from that one shining rock. That fell off Sathira’s great tail and cascaded to the earth. Embedding itself between the waters of a river and the fertile soil of the new world. Placed so perfectly between these two fonts of life, Sathira looked upon the gemstone. A radiant, fiery red ruby graced her vision, and this ruby, so perfectly ovoid in its shape, caused Sathira to think. The draconic aspect sat patiently for many years, observing its growth, yet noting that it did not grow as any crystal usually did. No jagged edges sprouted from it, it simply remained as it was. Ovoid, looking almost scaled in places.

Such beauty could not go to waste, she thought. There must be others to see this. And yet, would any truly appreciate it? Not likely, only her. Unless perhaps… There were others like her… Others to find things such as this most peculiar and perfect gemstone. It was then inspiration struck, a beautiful gemstone such as this was the perfect start. From her own breast she poured a fragment of her eternal lifespan into this crystal, such that life much like herself would start to grow and from within a small flame sparked to life, and a tiny heartbeat.

And so it was that it all started from that one shining rock…[/hider][/center]

[center][hider=Theme][h2][color=#9b5ae8][center]Musical Theme[/center][/color][/h2]
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QgJ1heSrskY[/youtube][/hider][/center]