Topic: A hatchling's bonding moment

Stormshadow

Date: 2010-03-29 19:30 EST
A gem of purple hue rested upon a thin silver chain around the hatchling dragon's neck. Memories of a past she did not know tucked away, kept safe from the little mind.

The black did not remember that she had once been grown, once been antisocial.

All that the little one knew now, was that she had just hatched the day before, at least thats what her mind had told her.

She had a sense of self, and knew her name, Storm. But the past, her past was locked away, resting right against her belly scales.

Perhaps it was for the best. A new beginning, and a new chance at life.

Green eyes lay half lidded as she rested against her daddy. Galen was the first the hatchling had seen, and so she had imprinted upon him.

First days were spent resting with daddy, , her first meal, a bowl of meat, smashed up in a bit of sugar and milk.

Each minute spent with "daddy" bonded the pair ever closer. Father and daughter.

GalenWolfe

Date: 2010-03-30 12:53 EST
He'd been angry when the Phoenix had deposited him back in his little hide away island in the void.

Someone had tried to eat him.

Anger ruled, especially after recent events, the animal instincts from being an animal for so long getting the better of the intellect. He'd go back to that house, burn it to the ground and make that black dress covered ***** pay for trying to cook him alive. He could still remember the smell of the embers from the oven...

But the Phoenix stepped in again. She reminded him of his promise, and of his past. There was not to be any killing. He had made that promise to her. She had not saved his sorry butt just for him to turn around and break that promise.

It was like ice water in a bucket over a fire. There was a lot of noise and fuss, but in the end all that was left was silence. He didn't like being reminded abut such things. It was even worse when She did the reminding. She had stuff on him that he'd never be able to argue against. But, then again....she didn't usually speak up until it looked like he would break that Promise.

If you can't stand the way this place is...

He'd heard that song recently, and it helped. Helped him think of other ways around. He might not be able to wash the blood form his hands....but he definitely could keep from adding more to it.

But, a lesson had to be learned. She thought she could just take another living creature, one with intelligence. She'd known him to be a shifter....possibly even knew whom he was even, having found out how to trick him into changing. Or maybe that was a fluke. Whatever the circumstances, she knew....and still she'd been willing to kill him. Roast him alive.

No. He wasn't going to simply ignore this one. But, how to teach her....Obviously she was an angry one, and from the looks of it she didn't get out much...."But how," he'd said aloud to himself. Then the phoenix stepped in once more, and told him what she was.

Ah, that made things simpler.

He went about preparing for eventualities, even the worse case of him getting hurt. And then he'd gone. Oh, she'd been perplexed, even shocked when he made his way to her. She'd also been stubborn. But, in the end, surprise was all he'd needed.

Take yourself to higher places...

The necklace had been a ?gift' from an old enemy of his. He'd been set back plenty by that one. Once placed around the neck, either willingly or unwillingly, it took away all the magic and memories of the creature. In her case, it reverted her to a fledgling dragon.

He knelt in front of the beautiful little creature, seeing her bewilderment at the world, hearing her hunger, feeling it as she looked at him. Now he summoned the meal he'd made for her, smiling to watch how messily she ate. Nothing but caring and tenderness. He remembered the terror he'd seen in those eyes moments before he'd gotten the color in place. She'd been hurt, probably badly. He'd taken that from her.

Of course, he couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't get hurt again. But, he could guarantee that she wouldn't deal with it alone. Gently running a finger along the now innocent creature's cheek, crooning to her as he allowed baby Storm to fall asleep on his chest.

The next few days were nothing but him and her bonding, smiling as her mental speak grew steadily stronger. Daddy. He remembered that form a while back. He hadn't thought he'd hear it again. Her antics were usual for a child too. Even down to her getting her first shiny gold coin and sparkling emerald to start off her hoard. And, of course, a small rubber ring to chew on instead of the tip of her tail. And then diapering, getting her used to that so she could be brought out into public.

The small black storm dragon with the purple belly and the small swirling amethyst gem that dangled from the base of her neck was going to have things differently this time. And maybe it would be for the better....and if not....she wouldn't have to remember it, maybe...

~~~~~ Lyrics (c) Break, Three Day's Grace

Stormshadow

Date: 2010-03-31 20:06 EST
She always squirmed as she was changed, Green eyes blinking up at daddy.

Still the hatchling clung at times, cuddled close against daddy's chest, or even laying in the special sling he kept for her and her hoard.

Each day it grew, bit by bit, a shiny coin here, a little bauble there, of course just big enough that she wouldn't be able to swallow.

The blankie was her favorite, black and purple. just like her scales, though it held shiny stars all throughout.

Each day she grew a little bolder. Just barely three days old now.