Be whatever! Do whatever!

(Oh...)

It randomly starts raining!

the little hatchling rouses to the pitter patter of rain and yawns "ran, raaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeen" nuzzling one of Sorin's feet XD

Sorin nuzzled the hatchling. The sight of the young dragon brought back the memories of her hatchlings.

CRACKEL! My head swirves. "COULD IT BE!" I laugh with joy and shock. The white eggs are moving, the speckled shell moving in and out. Egg teeth pushing against it. "HONEY! GET OVER HERE!" The first hatchling comes out, and I roar with joy...

"Maaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuh..." the hatchling squeels nipping at her rock-hard claw playfully

Sorin came back to the present, the rain splattering down her white scales. Almost as though they were soothing her ache and loss. She nuzzled the hatchling.

DRAGON SNUGGLES! XD

(HAHAHA Seems so!)

(:3)







The hatchling chewed on Sorin's claws some more, it's periwinkle jaw moving open, and closed, open, and closed

Laughter rumbled through Sorin's chest, and she nuzzle the hatchling once more. "You are an odd, but kind one."

the hacthling gurgled happily

Sorin looked up. "Now you need a name... What would you like?"

(Bet ya can't find meh ninjaness in this post!!!)


"Arshavir!" it mumbled and giggled imitating Sorin's sounds and speaking in an odd way "Et mean rush stom!"

Name: Arshavir?
Creature: Dragon
Gender: male
Powers: I am thinking that I might let him call up storms... and fly of course
Personality: silly, goofy, childish
Reference: Below
Hahahaha! Invisible box you can't see unless you look carefully: You can just go reward yourself if you found this box of ninjaness!!!


Arshavir:
Armenian name meaning rush storm
(I be namin him that 'cuz he has a "storm" of colors with the hatchling's new appearance and the rush part 'cuz he's gonna be frikin FAST! but he will only look like this when he gets older... He's quite colorless now as a hatchling he's just makin up a meaning ^-^ )

(I found the secret box!)

"Arshavir?" Sorin repeated, and the purred with delight. "What a fitting name." She could tell by the small hints in the hatchling's scales that he would someday be quite colorful.

The hatchling giggled again and pounced on Sorin's tail "GOTCHYA!" it squeeled





(like most snakes, crocodiles, alligators and other reptiles and such I do believe Dragons are hatched ready for a rough and tough life some dragon species are known for abandoning their nests and moving on with their lives while others stick with their hatchlings and never leave them, some do still take care of their children and depart with them when they get old enough to have a mate. I think... )

(Up to us on this, makes sense. Cuz dragons are very strong!)

Sorin purred and moved her tail free, but kept it close to bait the hatchling.

Sorin laughed, joy returning to her. SHe suddenly felt like the mother she was thousands of years ago. "Its been far to long." She whispered, her ice blue eyes watching her young dragon play with her tail. "Sense I've had any real fun, or real friends." She turned her head to the stuffed dragon that contained Kiri. "I will get you a real body, and things will be right. I promise."

Sorin couldn't have helped but chuckle. "No, that's a friend. A good friend." She instructed Arshavir. She curled her tail around a fallen pillar. She pulled it over. "Stand on this." She told him.

"Now it takes many years before your wings will be able to carry your weight above the clouds. But if you practice flapping regualrly, you can soon fly." She told Arshavir. "Flap like this." She started moving her wings in slow long movements.

"OK!" he said and copied her after a while he got a bit bored but found a way to amuse himself by going "WOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" every time he flapped his wings down

Sorin growled with pleasure at him. "Yes, you are an odd one." She shook her head with amusement. "Ok, you can go a bit faster." She picked up the pace herself, sending air flying about them. "Extend your claws so you can remain tight on something while using your wings."