Malisone

Endless clouds lay still over dry and barren wastelands. Four eggs lay scattered across the land in the darkness, each glowing with potential to bring a new day and a new source of life. A sickly yellow-green egg twitches for the fourth time this hour. Through the dirt and grime that coats the egg, a few cracks can be seen, racing across the surface of the shell. Gold and magenta wings burst out of its biological container, lined with glowing cream coloured striations. The whelp kicks the shell apart, revealing five glowing green eyes attached to two separate heads with a damp mane for necks. The hatchling struggles with itself to get upright, teaching the two minds to work together. Upright, the whelp stretches their disheveled wings in triumph, a dominant stance against the harsh world.