Entrance Caves and Caverns

Of the ageless Gods that roam Galiavan, one calls these caves her home. Long since retired from the tedium of mortals and their petty squabbles, she maintains a kingdom of her own. The silence of her halls, the lair to which she retreated from the world in ages passed echo with her every step. Ancient stone work the likes of which found no where else upon Galiavan line the deepest of tunnels whose entrance is gate of matching stone no less than a half mile from the cliff face which is hived with entrances and exits to the world of sunlight and weather.

If the stonework of the caves were to be the only judge of their mistress, one would question the age and power of a creature of such resources. A Goddess from the times before, when the lost city of the 'tor was gone but not forgotten, still a fresh memory in the oldest of the Beijionese who had survived their once great captors. She walked the lands with her kin waged war and lived if not to tell the tale of those days, to enjoy in her own way the world that was left open to her in their wake.

The stonework that lined the deepest of the caves from the gated entrance, as well as the gate, looked to be trees, more specifically deep ancient roots guided to form tunnels, and walls, gateways, doors, and ceiling. To the untrained eye these stone works would seem almost life like, but to the mistress of the Haven of the Serpentis these tree roots like stone, had been a convenient way to build her home. She desired no castle or life among mortals she wanted nothing to do with war and power like many of her long forgotten kin, the Eldest her creator as well. She had impressed herself with the extent of her powers when she had turned the roots of old forest gods, the ancient trees of the island above to stone, a beautiful living carving, a tapestry of woven roots immortalized in stone while the trees above still lived and grew.

Like the trees ancient course being altered to create the halls of her dwelling, torch holders had been grown from the roots as well, in each an azure flame burned from days of yore, a mesmerizing light which had a strange effect upon the many children she had spawned throughout the millennia. In the halls of the Haven of the Serpentis, her children were safe, they were able to live and survive unable to use their most dangerous of maternal gifts, yet the patron alone was unaffected by the magic of the azure flames which burned everywhere within her realm. For it was she who turned the roots to stone, yet left the trees above alive, it was she who gave birth to the Naga, to the Lamia, to the Basalisk, to the Apophi, to the Shirohebi... and it was she who welcomed the Gorgons, those called Medusas to dwell within the Haven of the Serpentis protected by their true mother and patron Goddess despite their mortal origins in the lands of the Domescadian people. She claimed them as her own and gave them a place of refuge from the outside world when they fled their homeland during their rebellion.

By night she bathed in a natural grove of trees within the forest above her cavernous dwelling. Hedges well kept and out of place in the midst of such an old and dense jungle lined her garden bath, bathed in moonlight, and bathing in a spring as unseemingly natural as it was unnaturally located she savored each night beneath the moons sweet embrace. And old game she played blowing kisses to the younger Goddesses who inhabited them. Her naked body soaking in both water and tender moonbeams, she relaxed. To look upon her flesh unclothed you would think she was overgrown with flora and fauna, but the plants did not grow upon her, it was her skin, bare and unprotected reacting to the hormones and seductive influences of her night time baths in the radiance of her silent admirer.



She was gowned in planet life, though far younger than the trees which she had nourished to build her underground home. Water dripped from her petals and flowers as she stood letting the light touches of the moons above upon her bare flowering flesh. Slowly she shed her floral skin, and re-clothed herself but not before one last longing glance to the moons above.



Kavaira of the Budding Stone, Goddess and mother of serpents and snake-kin. She strode once again as she did every morning before the sun rose to take her from the moons's gentle caresses for the day, to her throne deep underground made as all the stonework beneath her bathing garden of tree roots turned to stone, where her children rested safe from the world and but more importantly from themselves from their deadly touches and stares. Here they could mingle without fear of becoming stone, in the Azure flames of their mothers tender embrace.