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SpaceSquidz: *waves* Hello! You have really beautiful dragons, and you are also very kind for doing this. I'd like to try for the Imperial Male dragon with green/gray coloring (the first one). I hope this is acceptable?
Sorry for my english, it's not my first language.
A young hatchling awoke to sleepy groans. Startled, he peered around, before taking notice of the sun rays peeking from outside their dwelling that illuminated the currently less-than-glorious forms of complaining dragons sleeping nearby. This was his home now, and he smiled, content with that knowledge. It was a nice clan, few dragons being the testament that it was recently formed, and though he felt welcomed, he still thought the place was a little too wet for his liking.
He rolled over, now alert enough of his surroundings. The little dragon stretched his green wings lazily and yawned while walking away from his resting place, before the soft blankets could succeed in enticing him back into the sweet ties of slumber. He gave them a reproachful glance.
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Not today - he thought. Today he was going out to play at his newfound favorite place: a secret clearing he found close to their dwelling.
He continued on his way out, thinking of all the fun things he could try today, but before he could leave unnoticed, an orange wing blocked his retreat. The hatchling looked up, surprised to see the maroon-colored female that was mated to the clan leader. What could she want? To give him duties, most likely.
The female gently tapped his head with her wing as a manner of greeting and inwardly smiled at his impatience.
-"Early aren't we? I suppose you are going out to play?" - Nothing escaped her, it seemed.
He nodded, not wanting to give away any hints as to the location. She stared at him pointedly before the corners of her eyes crinkled in amusement.
- "Could you bring me some flowers from the clearing? They're white and smell pleasant; you can't miss them."
He groaned. Okay, maybe it wasn't such a secret place after all, but still... The hatchling nodded again, not wanting problems with the female leader before he ran out of the lair.
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Once he reached the clearing he let out a delighted roar, deftly leaping over a group of stones resting across the riverbank. He began sniffing the area carefully, trusting his young nose to lead him to his objective. It did not disappoint; ten minutes later he was rewarded with the sight of the aromatic flowers his charge had asked him to bring. As he started to pluck the plant, roots and all, a purple moth landed on his left ear. He stared at it from the corner of his bright green eyes, realizing it was an insect he'd never seen before in these parts.
Now that he thought about it... he was a little hungry.
He shook his head, forcing the moth to fly away and leave a trail of shimmering powder which made him sneeze. He growled at the offending critter, his little legs tense and ready to spring at any given second.
The hatchling chased after his lunch until it flew low enough. He grinned, sure that he'd catch it, and jumped, giving a mighty chomp onto the unsuspecting moth. His glee was short-lived though; immediately releasing his prey as a foul flavor registered in his taste buds. He coughed violently and threw himself into the water, trying to get rid of the disgusting sensation by drinking plenty of the liquid.
Once he was satisfied that his tongue was back to what he considered normal, the little dragon returned his attention to the flowers, feeling rather worn-out from his adventure. It was time to go home.
With a pensive gaze, the young hatchling watched what was left of the delicate wings being swept away by the wind.
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This is the last time I eat butterflies.
( A/N: Meat Moth: The gritty texture of the Meal Moth can leave a bad taste in the mouths of some dragons
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