Meltovak

M E L T O V A K
"Death-Scream"



When my eldest son first slithered free of his eggshell and blinked his eyes up at me, red, red eyes the color of dried blood, I knew at once that he was destined to travel to Aurickmakast, to grow proud and strong alongside their warriors and serve under the Stormcatcher. He would be a reminder of my promise to Richter and a blood bond to further incentivize loyalty. He was a cuddly hatchling, and when I asked Dox to return to visit him, to see if they got along, little Meltovak latched onto him immediately. He was too young to talk yet, but he copied the fierce Wildclaw's every move. He even tried to rear up on his back legs and walk like him, hold his neck in the same proud arch. Dox is a quiet soul, but he has a soft spot in his heart for children, and watching his dark-shadow eyes as he looked at my son, I knew he would take utmost care of him.

Meltovak was too young to fly yet, but he nestled himself into Dox's arms, trusting and unhesitant. I knew my son would always love me, would always love Som Tovakaarl, and as he accepted one last embrace from myself and his father, he smiled at me, showing us the sharp, needle-like baby teeth that had torn so easily through his soft shell membrane. I knew then that all would be well with him, that he would grow proud and strong under the watchful wing of Dox, Richter, and Som Stigbal himself.

Grow well, young Meltovak. Know that I will always love you, and I will watch you soar with joy and pride.

Eoimal Somal Tovakaarl tra Stigbal,

--Signed, Anthems, Prasenkatevat Zulemiochsi aste