AcidicMelt

Woe found herself oddly untargeted by the enemy. She decided henceforth that she would ensure the hatchling she favoured would be placed in the middle of the hunting party.


She found it very odd that her mother insisted on placing her brother in the centre of the pack. What was that all about? She found her mother's face looking very odd when she was the one who returned alone.


She was waiting a long long time. A victor shouldn't have this much difficulty finding a mate, right? But too many young male dragons were headed off to the wars of the gods. And so she continued to wait.


Despite his name, Cursed seemed to be blessed with an abundance of luck. Again and again were his siblings struck, while he remained almost completely unscathed. He was uncertain if his name had anything to do with it, so he decided to test that theory with his future children.


The three siblings turned out to be fantastic warriors, and the deciding factor was incredibly close. Often it was hard to say who would prevail. AcidicMelt was a proud creature, and he intended to do his best.