#valecfdragons

[starshinc--a]

@valecfdragons asked; the egg burns. it shimmers like gold in its flaming nest- composed of dry straws and dead grasses. the perfect kindling. the youngling within glows brightly, their silhouette visible through the shell. their parent lays unmoving beside them, a wing draped over their child. their last attempt to protect before they perished. a long spear protrudes from the parent's back. the fire begins to dye, turning from a bonfire into smoldering embers, into cold ash. and then, the egg cracks.

"Donald, Goofy?!" A sigh escaped Sora's lips as he walked through the new world they'd landed on. It wasn't one any of them were familiar with; the group ending up being separated upon landing. "Where have they gone to? Ah, well. I'll find them." He'd started to walk, examining the area as much as he could in search for his companions.

A light caught his attention, pausing in his steps as the light ended up looking like fire. Summoning his Keyblade just to be sure, he took careful steps and eyed widened when he realised the scene in front of him.

"Oh, no..." Crouching down, gloved hands gently touched the phoenix's head despite knowing there was nothing more to be done. He wondered if heartless had done this, but considering the species, it seemed unlikely. It felt...wrong to leave the parent like that, sighing as he raised the keyblade.

"Heal." Watching the familiar cure spell take hold. It wouldn't return life to the phoenix, but the spear would be removed and the wound closed. It felt right in the moment, noticing the silhouette through the shell. It was just about wondering if the baby was still alive inside the egg and if he should cast a fire spell to help before the fire burned out and the egg cracks.

"Whoa - wait, it's hatching!" What was he supposed to do?! Hands reaching to lift the egg, thankful that it didn't immediately burn his fingers. "Come on, little guy! The world is waiting!" Not that he's entirely sure what to do with the baby if it hatches, but it's exciting!

[bykacie]

@valecfdragons … starter call.

Nadine has seen a lot of shit in their time. They have caused a lot of shit. But this is something else entirely right now. An entire being that they have never seen anything like. Or maybe like, in small lizard form? But that’s only the closest connection that their brain can make. It doesn’t feel descriptive enough.

“Uh. Hi.” They say the words carefully, unsure of where to go with this. Are they about to get mauled to death? Maybe. They hope not. “What’s up, buddy?”

[heirtoagni]

@valecfdragons send:

an egg, perfectly rounded like a pearl, sits on a beach. its surface glimmers with iridescence. it flickers with pinks and pale greens, the foam of the ocean lapping at the sand and cradling it in a shapeless bed.

when he approaches it, it begins to crack, to hatch.

Zuko was taking a walk along the beach, a bit deep in his thoughts. The sound of the waves in the background calmed him; in fact, the more he thought about it, the more relaxed he felt.

That was when he noticed something glistening in the sand. He stepped closer, kneeling to inspect it. What was that?

It looked like a large pearl, but he could feel warmth inside… like something alive.

When the strange sphere began to hatch, he realized it was an egg. He gently stood close and removed any objects that might harm the small creature inside.

[7thfcrm]

@valecfdragons asked:

an egg bobs up and down lazily down a small river. its smooth surface is a brilliant gold, with a single, baby blue streak from its top to base. it looks like a lightning strike. it finally comes to a stop when it beaches on the shore, caught in the mud and sand and silt. and when he approaches, it cracks.

       he had been in recovery again, though this time he had only broken his arm on a mission, it could have been worse. for now he would find himself walking the path of the river as he noticed something in it, something that wasn't normal.

       the brilliance of the gold in the water was what caught his attention the most, but as he watched as it floated and landing at a bank he took in the blue stripe that resembled a bolt of lightening.

       huh.

       he would make his way closer as he heard the egg crack and he got excited as he wondered what kind of bird even hatched out of something like that. or was it a snake? some sort of reptile?

              "c'mon little guy, you can do it."

[starshinc--a]

@valecfdragons asked; a blue head peeks from out of a slimy, oval shaped egg. the pale eyes of the creature, a shade of whiteish-gold, shimmer in the low light of his dorm room. the infant male draconian croons, slipping out of his egg with the ease of breathing air. he pads his strange, folded against his sides, against the sheets and warbles up at the teenager. "mine?"

The last thing Izuku expected to see when he got back to the dorms was an egg. He didn't even have time to consider what was inside as it hatched the second he entered his room; staring in awe at the blue head peeking out. He can only gasp in surprise how easy the movement from the egg was, realising quickly that it was in fact, a dragon.

"Mine....?" Izuku repeated quietly, bending down to get a better look at the creature. Was this dragon his? How did it even get here? Acting on instinct, Izuku offered his hand out to the dragon.

[starshinc--a]

@valecfdragons asked; he is as tall and as wide as a mountain. his scales have lost their shine, dulled to a ashen grey. he is decorated in battle scars as far as the eye can see, bits of weapons lodged in his flesh, weathered by time; battle axes, swords, arrows- his crimson eyes narrow, pupils slitting. he exhales from his nostrils, harsh breath ruffling the fluffy down of the smaller beast's wings. his lips curl, baring blunted teeth. "why are you so frail, hatchling?"

Izuku stopped in his tracks with such force at the sight of the lrger dragon that he skidded and tripped over his own paws, fluff covered in dirt and tail over his head, feathered wings a mess. Letting out a very embarrassing alert-like squeak, he tried to scramble up onto four legs again. He's still got to get used to that. He audibly gulps at the much larger dragon, eyes taking in the various scars and the weapons. Surely they hurt, why hasn't he taken them out? And-

"Eeep!" The breath of air and the lips curling to reveal many teeth - at his measly size, about three of him would fit in that mouth, Were dragons the type to eat their own kind? He was scared, but another instinct took over - trying to raise himself and extend his feathered wings to look bigger. That did absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things - he's pretty sure the taller could just crush him under a claw, honestly; but he's not even sure about the new instincts inside his head.

"Sorry!" He's not sure if he's apologising for the instinct, or being so small, or just being there at all. A mix of all three? "I...I..." How on Earth does he explain that he's a new dragon? "I...I just got here." Which was true. "I...sorry to bother you, please don't eat me..."

[electricea-arc]

an orange egg with stripes of blue appears. not out of nowhere, no fading into existence from some world unknown. it is the size of a football, its surface leathery and thick.

yet when he approaches, it cracks.

From @valecfdragons.

When his eyes first land on the egg...he doesn't even initially realize that it's an egg - at first glance, it almost looks like some colorful novelty sports ball - yet...the closer he steps to it, the more he feels as though this isn't just some kids' toy that was thrown aside. When the egg cracks, he bristles.

Yet, he doesn't move away - curious and perhaps a little terrified (and excited) to see what comes next.

[bornofthedawn]

@valecfdragons    ⸻         ᥫ᭡.       ⊹₊♚₊⊹        » a  deep  lowing  echoes  through  the  woods.  the  tear  in  the  veil  has  displaced  many-  mostly  eggs,  a  few  adults  and  juveniles  here  and  there. but  this  female,  lost  in  the  snowy  forests  of  an  unknown  land,  is  with  egg.  her  body  is  heavy,  exhaling  in  short  bursts  through  her  nostrils  that  mists  the  air.  her  wing  hangs,  membranes  tattered  from  a  wolf  attack. she  will  not  live  long  in  these  conditions.

aurora knew better then to wander the forest, especially in the winter — but the princess was stubborn, known so for such, and she so loved the way the snow sparkled among the barren trees. her berry bushes she so adored were dormant, the briar roses she would pick no where to be seen. come spring, this forest would brighten her world once again. right now, it only echoed the happiness she found in it.

her walk was short, knowing not to stray for long and far in this cold, but just as she turned 'round on her heels, aurora heard something — something wailing through the trees. a sound she did not know and oh, how she knew the sounds of her forest well.

the princess was intrigued, so onwards she went, against her better judgement. against all better judgement. there, she found the poor beast and for a moment — fear struck through her. aurora had always feared dragons, since she was a babe and they were rampant in storytales; but now, her fear was personal. her nightmares were full of green fire and brimstone and a dark, looming beast behind it.

— but this creature, was different. injured, certainly, and aurora found herself pitying the creature; but she had no idea how to help it. she had no idea if it would let her help. slowly, the princess moved 'round, not stepping closer to the dragon, but circling to see if she could help in any way. no matter her fear, no beast deserved to suffer.