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| "Please, begone from this place. I do not mind you, but I've not an eye for your trouble." Standing just before is a lithe figure, staring at you from down the rocky corridor. Clearly, it was this one that had spoken. A woman's curves gave away the gender, or so one would be inclined to think, though the dim light did not allow one to see past the veil. Odd protrusions seemed to jut out from behind her, wings of a sort, and judging by their shape, reptilian in origin. Two others stand off of her head, horns of some kind, leaning straight and away from her. A glint of light can be seen reflecting off of her wings as she begins to spread them, allowing one to see an symbolic image. This is Hyozanryu, the dragon-goddess, creator of gems. Legends tell of the woman, though most have been lost to the folds of time, one who rose from the chains of mortality to become a goddess. As a young girl, millenia in the past, she lived as the youngest of all her siblings, living in a small, tribal village. Her family was timid and mundane, common in every way. It wasn't until the nearby titans disputed did her life really ever change. In her time, near the very birth of her world, the so-called gods, although by these modern standards they were little more than powerful and magical creatures that existed on the same plane as mankind, had become rather bored with their traditional adornments, claiming that they were much too mundane for their tastes, and far too inferior to be worn by such majestic individuals as themselves. While their thought might have been little more than narcissism and folly, nonetheless, the bickered and argued until finally, they exhausted all manner of gem and fabric as possibilities. It was then that Hyozanryu approached them, a young girl, but not an ignorant one. "I can bring you a gem worthy of your honor, were I granted the means to do so." She spoke, quite plainly before these beasts, their attention suddenly turned towards her in a manner of suprise and disdain. Many of them cackled, "And what does a plain wench know of grandeur suitable to gods? Does she intend to solve what we have not?" One asked among them, a fecetious tone amidst his laughter. The girl wasted no time in her reply, and simply nodded, "I do." The laughing ones soon quieted down, their laughter becoming anger. How dare this one appear to them with such imputence and blatant nature? But they could not deny it. This girl intrigued them with her offer, it in itself backed by her disposition and suprising speech. "You will then have your means." They finally spoke, "But know that if you do not bring us a jewel worthy of ours, then you will most certainly have found your worst fate." She stared back at them for a moment, before nodding her agreement. As if she had just signed away on a release, the beasts, large and small, began to channel their strengths, imbuing her with the very powers of creation, those tenants only reserved to true gods, in ritual form. At the end of it all, she, though she felt the new and strange power coursing through her, managed to contain her excitement, and leave without much say. She quivered inside, however. Her plan had worked. As promised, she certainly did provide these beasts with their gem. Months after she had first confronted them, she finally appeared in their court, again, and presented them with a small, but radiant jewel. "Adamantite." Was all she spoke. The gods rejoiced! Truly, even to them, this one jewel seemed like no other they had ever seen! The strongest of them could not even produce the smallest of chips in the jewel, testing it for it's strength. The most ego-serving portions of theirs found the beauty reflective on it's own. The wise saw the miracles of it's prismatic nature. It was certainly something to behold. Before they had a chance to speak with her, however, she had already left. She had done her part, and felt that it would be best to depart before they could have even thought to take back her newly developed status. She was now a goddess. In modern times, we now call her gem, "Diamond", and she still roams the world, occasionally fashioning diamonds in her own, secret method, never having been revealed to anyone. Rumor has it, however, that her own, special diamonds are among the rarest, most beautiful jewels one could ever lay eyes on. They even go so far as to retain their original title among the lorekeepers: "Adamantite." Few see her, and those that do, consider themselves among the privileged, and even fewer have had the honor of speaking with her, or having her forge one of her special gems for them. She is a solitary being, by her own nature, having carved out a comfortable niche for herself, and being quite happy with it alone. Rare as her encounters are, she still tends to move away from those who find or meet her, though there is the occasional chance that she finds something within her new acquaintance... iridescent. Though one might not know it from her cold and dismissive attitude, she has a soft heart, and wishes for a companion. Her immortality, however, and the fact that most of her choices are that of the selfish and unworthy kind, keep her from pursuing this, often. When it comes to the human race, or any others, for the matter, she does not see them as much special at all. She was once one of them, and in a certain part of her soul, she still is. She does, however, need sustenance... and the needs of a goddess are not easily met with berries and small game. Having evolved, in one sense, into what she is now, she has developed a taste for sentient beings... another cause of her rather removed nature. Though this is the case, it does not stop her from satiating herself. 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