Deepslate

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Imagine being stolen from your parents and taken somewhere that you didn't even know existed. That's what happened to Deepslate. He woke, yawning. He had just hatched a few days ago and was curled inside of a soft pouch that his dragon-napper had stolen him in. He was fine with it, it was warm and cozy. He was a bit hungry, though, so he started to growl and kick at the pouch. Eventually whoever had stolen him gave him a few prices of dried capybara, which he happily gnawed on while making happy growling sounds. He was taken out of the pouch a few times a day for water, and the first time when he looked up it turned out to be a Skydancer with red and orange feathers and a red cloak. She kept watch as he drank, and she let him splash around in the river a bit. Once he caught a small fish in his jaws and swallowed it whole. Eventually he got too big to fit in the pouch, but the Skydancer tied it with a soft leather belt to his waist. He realized this dragon had stolen him for a reason, but he wasn't sure what. What he was sure of was she was kind and took care of him, and she became a mother to him. One day she led him to her clan, and as it turned out, she was the leader of the whole clan. He wondered if he would be someday too. He turned out to be a great metalsmith, dispite his inborn element being ice. He could also strangely breath fire. Helia, as his sort-of mother was called, took care of him for many years, and she still is. A while ago she gave him a Psywurm, which he named Wurm. He would take Wurm to go and play with his mother's chipskink, Zip, and Willow's Bluelight chipskink Zap, Zip's brother. They would play around, and Deepslate would join them. He and his clan shared everything, (except for the hatchlings, they usually never shared), and Deepslate was glad he lived in such an amazing clan.