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Duridoss, a dragon born of the time of midwinter herself, had never found a hive that suited her, not on the space station that was Star City Dragonry. Yet she had never seemed to be lonely, roaming the various decks and bays of Star City. Her favorite haunts tended to provide easy prey (or the easy prey pacified her by leaving her reasonably bloody meat beside their doors) and were without much incident. The only two incidents which drew her from the abandoned room she had made her own had included the hatching of the Xeno-Hathian Mayonaka's clutch and the four other dragons whom had clutched at the same time and managed not to be eaten by the Xeno-Hathian's wrath and the incident which caused her to leave her lodgings forever.

The atmosphere of the first had drawn her to the bays which served as sands, to watch from the outskirts at the mayhem which ensued with particular joy. The pervading violence and wretchedness! The blood of the lesser beings which angered the more dangerous ones! It was hell in space, and that was exactly how Duridoss liked it. It appealed to something at the very core of her being, something which she had not yet before been able to satisfy to such an extent: mass violence.

The spectacle had an astounding influence on Duridoss: she grew more violent by the day, as if to convince people that Xenodragons were worse than they had ever imagined. She had been inspired by the chaos to create some of her own. But the mayhem had also spurred another latent personality trait to complain about it's being unfulfilled: that of the need to bond, to have a companion of some kind, to join a hive. These complaints would not, however, be satisfied for some time to come.

After several months, during which time Duridoss became more and more aware of the gaping hole in her existence, the hole was finally filled. Duridoss, during her daily meanderings, had found herself in the hatching bays by a quite fortuitous chance. It was here that Emquenje found her, and satiated this lust for companionship, satiated her need to bond as well as his; it was here the Duridoss and Emquenje formed a bond for life, and as they were both dragons, this would be a long life.

They lived for some time at Star City, until Emquenje had reached adulthood and they could teleport elsewhere, upon which time they settled into their permanent residence at Firestone Weyr. The two dragons, so different in character, complimented each other perfectly, even in colouration Duridoss's dark countenance dulled Emquenje's bright hide. And Emquenje's personification of the mythological Muses helped to create a more... constructive outlet for Duridoss's need for chaos.

Emquenje inspired Duridoss to create a goal other than that of destruction: that of mass destruction as she had seen at the Xeno-hathian's clutch's hatching. Offspring of her own, to spread the violence and chaos in a new generation. Emquenje, though it was his Muse-like powers that inspired Duridoss, wished to have no part in the execution of this goal of spreading chaos (and perhaps he wisely decided that Xenodragons which inspire themselves would be an apocalyptic nightmare), though he has no compunction against fathering children of his own to spread inspiration in the next generation, just as Duridoss wished to spread chaos.

At least, that was how it started.

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