"If you are brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new hello." "Ta-Ta Write when you can. Adios! Happy trails!" "Find a new lair! Or... go to The Light! Fare thee well. No worries. Buh-bye now. "

Dragons arranged after Nommos are possible Exalts. --If I bought your dragon on the AH for fodder price, it will probably be leveled and exalted (very quickly during DOM). Send a friendly PM if you want to buy it back. The Marbled Emu Sneak, a rare anomaly and cousin to the Fanged Emu Nocturne (as seen in Forelle's Apophis). Like her familiar, Nommos sleeps with her eyes open. Wide open. Mate: None. No time for that nonsense. Afar Clan Hatchling Lawful Neutral Loves: Her familiar Neko. Neko and Nommos. Nommos and Neko. Always together. Goal: Doing her best to live up to the name forecast by the Diviner. Wave goodbye. Send the dragons off with dignity in the kindest way possible. =========================

Understandably nervous, the young bogsneak reported to Deimos the Diviner at her small cave. Deimos trilled hello, pointed her to a cushion then hopped over to light the Ancestral Incense. The sweet smoke rose and wound around the ceiling. Deimos wasted no time and began to sway and delicately beat the air with her wings while singing soft rhythmic clicks and hums. Mesmerized, the young sneak nodded to the Diviner's song, her eyes growing heavy. Time slipped and the sneak was on the edge of sleep. Deimos was having none of that and woke her with a sharp claw. "Now is not time for sleep. Now, we dream." she hissed, giving the youngster a bottle, "Drink!"

The draught was not unpleasant and tasted of honey at first but left a bitterness in her throat. She felt warm and the room glittered with beautiful colors. The sneak joined in the song and the chant deepened. ohh-Nah ohh-Hay Their voices rose and fell in time together. Then it turned. Deimos' chant quickened "No.. No.. Nommm.. Nommo-oh... NOMMOS!" shouted Deimos. "Nommos will you be among us!"
"Where am I goin'? Why am I goin'?" the bogsneak slurred. Deimos held the sneak in her sparkly gaze and whispered, "No, little one. That is your name and your destiny."

"You are transformed, Nommos. Rarely does this happen. Listen carefully. Letting go is a very important lesson and you will help others to transform or grow as benefits them. But first, you must experience transformation yourself. In the days that follow I will guide you and care for you." Deimos pushed a bowl of water toward the bogsneak. Nommos picked it up to drink and "Gaaaahh!" dropped it suddenly surprised by her reflection in the water. Spluttering, "What?! Whu.. Who? Is that ME?!" So it began.