Larmes

He hatches and it's obvious something's wrong. He comes out looking dead, bones pressed against sallow skin and parts of his face and and torso clearly underdeveloped. When he hatches, his heart beats outside of his chest.

It doesn't stop the wails though. Huge eyes, even bigger in his shrunken face, leak big reddish tears. His paper thin lungs still tear screeches through his raw throat.

He Hatches and all he knows is pain.


His body grows, though not in any way that makes sense. For all intents and purposes, he is a corpse. His body seems to summon his spirit every time it tries to leave, and he is stuck in the agony of dying, unable to heal, unable to pass on.

They do their best to numb the pain, with various magical cures and more conventional medicines but they don't work. No circulation to move the drugs through his body means no relief. Despite his constant pain Larmes is cheerful enough. He learns to hide this pain, since it makes his appearance even more uncomfortable to the others. He pretends it's fine.

Because it is really. He can't do things the other dragons do. He can't use magic, or fly, can't even eat or drink. Though at first he tries, It's not until he's coughing and heaving up the rotted remains of dinner a few days later that he stops.

But it's fine, because at least he has a chance to see the world, the beauty in it. He knows that many others do not get so lucky, he only has to look towards the dead eggs and still born hatchlings of his parents other clutches to know.

He tries to stay optimistic.

The wind whistles eerily across his sunken face and hollow ribs, his bones clink together like chimes