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He was born screaming. His parents knew what a primal of their element was but surely this wasn't normal? This stench and the burning liquid coming from his eyes. The acid flowed and wouldn't stop. More, we want more. Moremoremoremore! He cried his murky tears. His parents implored him to stop before he killed them all. The clan had enough and overruled the parents, casting the hatchling out into the foxfire bramble where he continued to cry.

I don't want 'more'! Please stop! MoremoremoreMORE! The screech of something distinctly not draconic replaced the pleas of the hatchling and the clan took notice. Wary guards peeked over the gate to see if the child had been carried away by some beast. They were the first to die.

Neighbors would find the clan in ruins after the smell was carried out on the winds. No body was recognizable as even a dragon. The puddles of bubbling darkness likened more to plague than shadow. The place was considered cursed by the Shadowbinder herself and life emptied out before the next full moon.