a dragon's hoard (Gomorrah)

@"Poptart"

The unborn dragon inside the egg had been lying dormant for quite a while, the lack of heat making it enter in a hibernation-like state…though a lethal one, since he would die if he didn’t got the heat needed after a certain amount of time. That, or he would be forced to hatch to stay alive and consequently he would be born as a weak hatchling without many probabilities of survival. The heat that the egg had at the moment being the only thing that kept it alive.

When the egg was put inside the incubator the warmth was happily welcomed by it. The once dark red dull-looking egg starting to turn into bright red, oranges and yellows. It only took a couple of minutes after the right heat was reached when the baby dragon woke up, starting to scratch the egg shell that kept him away from the rest of the world.

Sooner than later the egg shell broke in several small fragments, revealing the dragon inside. A bit clumsily, tripping more than once with the scattered fragments of his egg, he stood up, shaking his head to fully wake up. When he finally managed to stand up correctly it was easy to tell that he had already the size of a medium sized dog even after barely hatching. He wasn’t the biggest hatchling in history, but his size was still respectable.

A small whimper-like sound could be heard coming from him, he was obviously looking for any maternal or paternal figure around the place. Most dragons imprinted on the first living being that they saw right after hatching and the newborn dragon in Mikhainon’s suite wasn’t the exception.

@"Poptart"

The newly named dragon raised his head when he saw someone walking towards him, his whimper-like calls increasing a bit on volume. He took a couple of steps towards him, almost falling off the incubator.

He looked at his hand and started to try to sniff and lick it, making it a bit difficult for Mikhainon to pet him at all, though his attention soon landed on the bottle. It smelled nice, was it food? He immediately accepted the bottle, sucking gently as he placed both front paws around it and Mikhainon’s hand, getting into a position that made him look like if he was sitting in a way that resembled loosely that of a human.

Though he obviously didn’t understood a single word of what he said, the voice itself was more than enough, and since he talked almost exactly at the same time that the feelings coming from Mikhainon it made him feel calm and safe.

Fafnir answered by sending telepathically those specific feelings at him, since that was the only resource that he would be able to use to communicate with the world around him until he learned how to understand and use the language both telepathically and through actual words.

As soon as he finished the bottle he jumped off the incubator and started to explore. Most hatchlings would eat and go back to sleep almost immediately, but not Fafnir. He had been asleep for too long and eve at his short age he was full of energy and wanted to get to know the world around him, starting with Mikhainon’s suite.

He started to sniff everything on his way, and more than once he tried to bite it as well to see if it was edible. His teeth were still small, but the needle-like dental pieces could do some serious damage to the furniture. Luckily he wasn’t drooling lava at the moment.

@"Poptart"

Fafnir smiled as he looked at the maid climb up the counter. He almost immediately tried to chase after her, mostly playfully though. However, the only thing he managed to do was put his front paws on the border of the counter, it was still a bit too tall for him, much to his displeasure.

He didn’t paid any attention to the first whistle, not really caring about it, he was too busy trying to find a way to climb up to the counter and reach the maid.

However, when the smell of chicken finally reached his nose Mikhainon finally caught his full attention. He walked towards him, his gaze fixed on the small tasty-smelling thingy.

As soon as he was within range he immediately closed his jaws around the treat. He was careful enough to not harm the hand holding it, or at least tried, but he immediately tried to take the prize, already tasting it.