Gia

Zhasmin
The eyes of the pale Coatl left exposed to confusion and heartbreak in the moment of first sight.
Screeching and the ripping and tearing of skin and feathers filled the ears of this newly birthed hatchling. These are the first things Zhasmin hears, sees, smells: blood.

Red and thick, warm and sticky. The mess resulting from the battle smeared over the Coatl's face and neck. Her brother and sister hadn't opened their eyes to witness the cruelty within their sanctuary, leaving Zhasmin feeling broken.

With no one to cling onto as she lay in shock, attempting with every bit of energy she had to understand this heavy feeling.

A large, long-necked male dragon approached the hatchling with aggression, stepping on and over the slumped body of a smaller, feminine dragon.

"You call THIS"
The male dragon clamps Zhasmin's younger clutch-mate in his mighty grip, squeezing tighter and tighter as he continued to speak..

"A warrior?! No. This thing is a DISAPPOINTMENT. A waste!"
He began to dig his claws deeper and deeper into his offspring with fatal intent.

The body of the smaller dragon squeaked a faint and merciful plead to stop.
To no abide, Zhasmin's father refused. He eventually grew bored and released it from his clutches.
It's body fell to the hard floor next to it's defeated mother. With no further noises the room remained silent. The only sounds were of gravel spreading as the Coatl dragged the smaller counterpart along, abandoning their other two children.