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 Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2016 7:51 pm
Their mating flight had gone well. Furian had been pleased with the dance he and Terpsichore had flown. Time had passed, and there were now three eggs warming in the cave he had prepared for her. They were hard, firm eggs, and he had no doubt that at least one of them would prove to be a son. She could rear the females herself, but he would be taking over the education of any sons that came forth from the eggs. There was a threat of danger in the air of late, and Lord Baldur and his glory were preparing for what could prove to be an all out battle with an unknown enemy. He and the other dragons would be needed in that battle, and he must ensure that any son of his was ready to fly into the fray if called. But for now, he could sit back and watch the young dragons grow inside their shells, and ensure that they were safe.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2016 8:55 am
Time passed and the eggs shells grew hard. The proud parents kept a close watch on their soon to hatch clutch. At long last the day, or should I say night arrived, as it was late into the evening when the first egg began to shift from side to side. An hour passed before the first crack appeared in the dark shell. Before long, a nose could be seen poking through the small opening it had created. Soft cries of one longing for freedom could be heard, but the parents knew not to assist if they wanted their new son or daughter to be strong. Another hour ticked by before the small dragon managed to break a hole in the shell big enough for its head to poke through. Pink eyes swiveled to and fro, searching out its surroundings. Laying eyes on the two adults watching, it pulled back into the egg and moments later, it slammed against the wall of its prison and came crashing out into its new world. Now Terpsichore moved in and began the job of every mother with its newborn; she started cleaning her new son's body. Furian looked on as the proud father, knowing he had a strong son to train.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2016 9:09 am
Hours passed before another of the eggs began its dance to be free. This one was much more aggressive in its attempts to escape its egg. Minutes, not hours passed before a pink nose breached the egg wall. Not one to wait for an invitation it would seem, the small form pushed its body against the barrier and came tumbling out onto the ground of the cave. It lifted its head, looked around and then tried to stand. Terp rose to come to its aide, but Furian held her back. He wanted to see just how determined this second son of his would be in its attempt to stand on its own. Determined he was too, for within minutes of arriving, he was standing on his own and cleaning himself. Terp remained where she was, seeing that her newest son seemed to be able to take care of himself without her help.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2016 9:30 am
Last to hatch was the pink colored egg. Furian wondered if it too would be a son, but for Terp's sake, he hoped it would be a daughter. He didn't want to deprive Terp of having at least one of their offspring to nurture. They waited through the night, seeing to the needs of the two young males, but there was no sign of movement from the egg. Morning dawned and still they waited. Terp paced the cave, worried for her last child. She walked over to the egg and leaned her head down to rest it on the warm shell. Wait! What was that she heard? She stopped her breathing and pressed an ear to the warm shell. Yes! She could hear mewing coming from within. She turned to Furian to tell him that their child was alive. He rose and came to stand beside her, and placed his own ear to the shell. What he heard confirmed that the child was indeed alive, but he could also hear distress in the cries. It seemed their third child was in some way hindered in making its way out of the egg. He struggled with the decision he had to make. Should he leave it to the child to break free itself, and risk it dying in the attempt, or should he assist it by breaking the egg himself, and thereby robbing it of the gratification of having done it itself. If this last child was another male, it could be devastating to its self esteem, to be rescued at birth by its parent. He looked at Terpsichore, and saw the pain and sorrow in her eyes and knew at that moment he could not risk letting the little one die. He raised his foot above the egg, and extending a claw, poked a hole in the shell. Now the cries of the one inside could be clearly heard by all in the cave and its two brothers woke from their sleep and came to investigate. They looked at their parents with questioning expressions. Why were they just standing there? Couldn't they hear their sister crying for help? When neither adult moved to assist, the brothers moved in and did what needed to be done to free their sister; they smashed the egg to bits. They sat back, exuding pride in what they had just done, as their parents looked on in stunned amazement. There before them lay a little, purple and pink girl, softly mewing as she surveyed her new surroundings.
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