Palani

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  'To make anew through hands of old'- Crea W.
  
  Through the passing of Crea,
  I have taken the shreds of her clothing,
  I now adorn a part of her that will forever be with me,
  I loved you and still do as a mother to me,
  Rest in Peace.
  
  (With permission from Crea W. herself, Palani wears some of her clothing. c: )
  
  
  I have quit furcadia. Of no fault to anyone but there were multiple factors. However I've limited my rp to rp and designated my character to another. All seems to be going well and I thank everyone I've reps with, y'all have been grand and I hope life shines brighter for y'all. Any updates from now on are based off my email rp and are canon to lanis storyline. I've found the perfect match for him and I'm happy.

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• Biography

  Within a nursery of naga eggs, a dull, little, brown-grey egg sat amongst many. Just a part of business really, each naga would be sold off somewhere for whatever purpose and yes, sometimes even to be butchered like saw a chicken or a beef cow. However, each egg was assigned a mother, and when that little egg began to hatch, swampy orange eyes would peer up at a petite woman of Hawaiin ethnicity. Her name he never learned but she was given the freedom to name him and what she chose was rather ironic. Palani, which means 'Free Man', but she didn't mean it to be negative, no, it was her future hope for him as even though rules stated that the 'mothers' were not meant to love their 'children', she did.
  
  The purpose of the mothers were to raise the nagas to be 'perfect', to have an education, grow strong under the nurturing, take care of their appearances, teach them not to bite or constrict, and give them the fundamentals a child NEEDED to be as healthy as possible. Palani grew fast and strong, probably always found slightly wrapped around his mother as she'd read him stories or teach him different things like math or science, even health so he understood what was going on with his body. He was a gentle soul, just like his mother, and he loved her so much, not even the other nagas or theirs mothers seemed to be relevant.
  
  However, when born in captivity, any freedoms soon expire when one grows up, much like a child who becomes a man must move out of the house. Instead, at the age of 15 Palani was terrified when quite a few naga handlers came in and yanked him from his mother. He screeched and writhed, clawed and flailed, reaching for his mother as one man held her back while she cried for the naga. A muzzle was quickly secured on him and his arms were bound before he was shoved into a large box which was too small for his entire body. muffled cried of anguish and anger emitted from the crate as the naga felt it moving around but had no clue where he'd end up. Who were those men, what happened to his mother, did she get put in a box too? He prayed to anything that he'd be let out and back into his mother's arms, but when the crate was opened in a dark dungeon-like area, the smell of death and filth filled his poor nose. The young Palani, only ten feet long at the time, fought and fought as he saw those handlers exchange money and hand over papers.
  
  He was a slave? No! Tail would lash out as he thrashed, screaming for him mother until a heavy blow met the back of his head and he was out cold. When he woke up he was in a cage and he could hear his new owners talking about him. It seems he was bred in a naga farm... he was exotic since his species was from Brazil, and his appearance was most pleasing to be rented out. Palani's heart stopped, as long as he was broken in. Pure agony followed the next few months as he was beaten over and over, told to not have his own thoughts, to obey any will and command, and to behave.
  
  Sadly, over a time of hatred pouring down on the young male's head, he was mostly broken in, thankfully they hadn't attempted to rape him at all. There was also a reason, the herm could bear eggs, but Lani was only classified as a herm since the female organs he had were merely that to create eggs. He was still too young though, he was a ripe age of seventeen and at the length of seventeen-and-a-half feet long from head to toe. His muzzle was allowed off and sometimes he'd dare to speak to others in the cages or pens, but on those rare occasions he'd lash out, his muzzle went on to make sure no one died from his venom.
  
  So there the naga was, alone in this dark realm of slavehood, mostly feared for his species by other slaves. Once or twice was he rented, merely to be transfered for another cage to be displayed at parties. His diet consisted of somewhat large animals, preferrably living to hone his skills at 'hunting', but he never at a sentient being... his mother taught him that at a young age. He was up for purchase but his keepers would highly recommend renting him first so that potential buyers would see how much work it was to really keep a naga.
  
  ~ Okay, there seems to be some confusion..... Palani has male bits, think of him as in entirely male, now add the womb for the eggs... there... no, he does not have a vagina ~