Jove

Needs—
Eternal youth scroll?
A NAME


Demons-Question-Mark? Club
Semi prophetic vision magic, but like,,,,,incomprehensible to anyone but himself. He tries to patiently explain relevant parts to whatever dragon he thinks he needs to explain it to, but bless him, an other dimension demonic government isn’t relevant to most dragons on Sornieth. (Yet, at least.) While he unconsciously feels ties to his original found family, he slips off to find those who will listen to his visions. Unfortunately, those who listen are those involved already.

Traits::
Aloof, Stand-offish, proud, pragmatic but easily led astray, loves fruit but not necessarily sugar

He’s got a posse, or, at another angle, he’s part of a dark magic group, but he’s still v alone and wants friends but isn't convinced that he actually wants friends


Snippets::

[prompt: They wanted to be like that someday—fierce, strong, frightening.]

His family has already turned away, carefully retreating, but Jove can't tear his eyes away from the bloody visage. He watches from atop a ledge, peaking over--the two dragons below can't see him. Three dragons? No, he can't tell what the fallen creature used to be. It could be a hippogriff, or a harpy. One of the dragons is bending over what's left of the creature's neck, so he can't see its head, but its blue feathered wings stiffly arch skyward, blood speckling and dripping down onto its back. The creature is gone, but the talons sometimes twitch.
There was a fight, or Jove had assumed it was a fight. He and a few of his clan members had been scavenging above ground for once: "a romp through the desert" Kore had joked, "while the weather is still cool". She had led them across dry ditches and cliffs, each of them slowly filling their sacks with either foraged plants or stray materials. They were close to the end of their excursion; this flat top was their last area, and they agreed to fly down the cliff's edge for a quick look-around at the bottom and head along its cracks back home, eastward, in its shade. But as the group got closer to the edge and peered down, they heard rough voices and a few screeches. It was darker than they thought, so they kept whispering to each other on what was going on. It was hard to tell. The three bodies weren't moving around like a fight, but perhaps it was just the end. One of the strangers, clearly a dark red dragon, brought a claw up and sliced down. The noises ceased, nearly, quiet enough that if Jove's group had come upon this fight now instead of moments ago, they would've thought no one was down there and jumped eagerly down. Now, Anouk shakes her head and motions for them to fall back. They can find a different way home. Jove though...he pauses, caught like a fly in a trap. Except he's not the meal of the spider.
Jove's not sure the two dragons are eating the creature though either. They've lifted their heads from the fallen creatures neck, and Jove sees a white cloth wrapped around it, though it's quickly turning pink. White quartz lines the cloth like a crust, like a dragon with gembond.