Dune

His scales are speckled with the glint of false starlight,
born a night whence the heavens wept upon the sands.
Burning so bright and hot the once pale placid desert turned to a sea of molten green glass.

Skald:Few who were born amidst the light would choose to dwell amidst the pestilence. Perhaps he wishes to convert us?

Due to a fear of overpopulation, and the lack of food an resources few in the clan are given the opportunity to mate with their partners, let alone produce consecutive clutches. Some would dare suspect Skald, and these are foul tales of fangs that felled unborn hatchlings to feed upon their meat, but there is no proof of such things even happening. Regardless of the truth it makes for a good and fearsome egg time story.