Ruriluseth was obviously not the sort of fellow to be easily swayed and beguiled by smooth-talking alone, but nevertheless, he must have heard something that he liked. Or perhaps seen something that he liked, as Fantredala noted the chaos mutt giving her sidelong looks from time to time. Of course she introduced herself as well and answered any questions put to her, since she would also be a guardian to any child Wuneltszou took in, but otherwise she left the talking to the True Chaotic. Then, for whatever justifications stood strongest in Ruriluseth's mind, he accepted them as potential sponsors.

The hatching was announced not too long after that day and the two of them arrived to find they were perhaps the most appropriate sponsors there, alongside a little spirit who was something like a cousin to Fantredala herself. The rest were a motley crew of dragons and humanoids who Fantredala and Wuneltszou privately agreed had no idea what they were in for--not if Ruriluseth's children took strongly after their chaos and hydra (as the mother had been) heritage. But the hatching itself was surprisingly organized, not in any part thanks to the adults there, but due to the hatchlings themselves. There was Arx Atra Mons Beast in their bloodline and it seemed to affect they way they hatched: in waves, starting with a single wingless child, who released her progressively more and more extravagant siblings from their shells.

The hatchling that came to Fantredala and Wuneltszou was undeniably the most promising of the lot and the two welcomed her to them with black delight. She was from the final wave, a winged and three-headed Imperial, with a shadowy-dark pelt that gleamed like obsidian and bold red markings on the undersides of her wings that snared the eyes whenever she unfurled them.

Her name was Ras-doi and the chaos was very strong in her--they could sense it from the instant she stepped up to them with fierce eagerness in her crimson eyes. It didn't seem to be in actual ability, for Fantredala sensed very little of that in the child, but the essence, the urge, the need--these things sang out of Ras-doi in a way that none of her weaker siblings possessed.

They took her off the station straightaway, ignoring the meager feeding tables in the Hatching Bay in favor of the banquet Ras-doi demanded they share with her. So Wuneltszou wrapped them in his shadows and carried them to a world bloated and festering with life, dying in its opulence.

"Kill it! Kill it all!" Ras-doi cried into the wind, eyes wide and eager as they flew over overworked fields and overpopulated homes. She rode upon Fantredala's back, holding tight to wisps of mane that danced even when held between her stubby fingers, while Wuneltszou's great shadow soared above them and blocked out the sun.

Fantredala laughed. ::Not all of it, little one. Never more than necessary...which is always more than enough.::

Instinctively knowing what most needed to be culled, Fantredala smiled and meshed her mind to Wuneltszou's. The True Chaos descended upon the world below them with a shriek and Fantredala dove in his wake as his darkness spread. She directed him as deftly as a surgeon wields a scalpel, lancing the world of its overabundance. This was a planet where the people living upon it were a cancerous infection, thriving even where they slowly killed everything around them.

She surveyed it all and wherever she bade him, Wuneltszou swooped in and devoured that which did the most harm. The deaths left where he passed were sweet in Fantredala's mouth.

::Can you taste it, little one?:: she asked of the chaos child on her back. ::Can you feel it all around us? The life he consumes?::

The little hands pulling at her mane did so enough to hurt, though it did not bother her. The wind stole the words from Ras-doi's mouth and she had no telepathic ability of her own, but Fantredala could easily read the newborn's mind. Yes! Yes! I taste it! But I'm hungry!

Fantredala chuckled, unsurprised. Even if Ras-doi had the heart of a Chaotic, her body was far more made of bloodlines that had to feast on flesh. The essences of life would just be spices to this one's meals.

She directed Wuneltszou to a field beaten almost to mud by the hooves of an oversized herd of livestock and snatched up in a forepaw one of the animals that had fallen down dead after the True Chaotic had passed over. Then he whisked them all away in his darkness to a world where Ras-doi could eat in peace, a moonlit place where there would not be any frightened and angry sentients seeking revenge over the culling of their city.

Fantredala stretched out in the grass and spread her wings lazily, watching Ras-doi tear into the prey-beast carcass with ravenous gusto. As they always did when they came to rest after feasting, Wuneltszou crept up over her and enveloped her as she drifted into spirit-shape with a contented sigh. Each day that passed left his chaos less vexing and his presence more...gratifying.

Soon enough would come the day when nothing at all would keep them apart.