Private roleplay, please do not post unless you are one of the names in the title. Feel free to read along if you wish.

Ghost: young adult male

Frosty: Young adult female

WIP

Name: Aoko Gender: Female Age: Hatchling Appearance: A deep gray dragon, with scattered black scales, and indigo horns, eyes, wings, claws etc. tipped with just the slightest bit of a more purple. The purple also shows up more and sort of iridescent in certain light.

I just typed up almost 5000 characters and the game restarted. so I'm just going to sum up what I said because I lost motivation to even try and retype it. (The first message was over PMs)
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Basically Frosty was sitting on a clutch while Ghost was hunting to provide her food. Frosty wanted to move the eggs so they would be safer because the younger pair have had a history with dragons slayers crushing their eggs in an attempt to stop them from reproducing. unfortunately, the eggs were too far developed so they couldnt be relocated.
Ghost spotted the dragon slayers and saw they had cages and instead planned on taking the hatchlings or eggs away and using them against the pair to get rid of them. Ghost had to crush the eggs knowing they couldnt fend off the dragon slayers. Frosty brought up wanting to relocate into the farthest part of Ghosts territory in the old abandoned castle that was designed to keep dragons out and how she could nest in the throne room since she could fit through the halls.
Ghost agreed and now Frosty is sitting on their latest clutch after a year passed. She can feel the eggs hatching underneath her but she hasnt bothered to check if any have left the shell yet. It can take a couple of days for a hatchling to completely hatch, and if they do and she just hasnt checked yet they can eat their shell.

(That's where I come in >:)

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Warm, Dark, Wet. Need to leave, get out. A tiny creature rams at the hard walls of it's home, nothing. Again, they made a small squeak. After some time, a crack. Progress. Must leave. This is exhausting work. A small bit of light seeped through the tiny pip that was made, cooler air rushing in. It was strange... and somehow refreshing. There was something outside. The small creature had never known there was. It used it's tiny claws to scratch at it. It was cramped in here, they need more space. Another small squeak, the light showed something new, are these colors? Yes, many colors. The walls of the home were patterned, the creature finds it beautiful. This is a new experience, sight. Now it uses it's tiny teeth to scratch at the walls, another peice breaks off. A strange sensation fills it's nostrils. Smell? Smell. Something warm, comforting, must go to the smell. The tiny lungs are working hard, it finds it can move it's body in new ways. It stretches and writhes, but find more confinement. It pushes agaisnt this. Harder. Some crackling noises, a burst. Freedom. It squeaks again, all the sensations becoming tenfold, the wetness of it's confines spilling out. It rests in the remains of it's home, it will climb out later. Now, sleep overtakes the small creature. There will be much to discover, and much to experience later, need strength.

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A new dragon is born.

Frosty lay there smiling as she could hear a chick chirping and trying to break its way out of the egg. She hummed in praise when she felt it squirming around underneath her for a bit. Now she just had to wait on the others, it didn't take long for 2 more to hatch, the other 3 were laid on a separate day so they will probably hatch a little later. That is as long as they were fertilized, she had a feeling that one of them wasn't, as it never moved, never slightly chirped, and it just didn't feel right. She hoped they would hatch because this is the biggest clutch she has laid yet, meaning she was finally almost a fully matured dragonet. Ghost was 2 years older than her and he would be an adult in the following year.

Ghost had no idea what was going on, as he was still outside and just roaming around at the moment. Since he was larger it was a tighter squeeze for him to fit into the castle. He only ever did it to bring Frosty food, as he didn't want to be caught off guard and get stuck in the castle.

The chirping gradually grew louder, the baby was waking up and beginning to grow hungry. It's lungs were also growing stronger with every new breath it took. More squirming. This one was strong, it tried to squirm out from under it's mother. Adventurous too.

Frosty felt a hatchling trying to crawl out from underneath her and she lifted herself up a bit, allowing a hatchling to come tumbling out. She gently picked them up in her mouth and put them next to her with a low hum. They are probably blinded at the moment due to all of the light, but once they got old enough for her to take outside it would definitely be a change in scenery. She tried to comfort it by humming, figuring it was probably hungry but it would take her a second to regurgitate some food. She eventually pulled the other two out from beneath her before managing to provide them with some food.

Ghost must have heard the large, dark grey, female hatchling chirping because it didn't take long for him to enter the castle. Frosty could hear him making his way through and eventually, he made it to the throne room. He kept his eyes on the hatchlings as he made his way over to their mother and nuzzled her head.

"I'm proud of you," he said "Despite all of the stuff we have been through and how many clutches and hatchling we've lost you were still so eager to have another clutch," He said comforting her and she leaned into him.

"I'm glad you're my mate," she responded "Without you, I wouldn't be able to have any of this, nor would I feel as safe and protected," she said with a sound that almost sounded like a purr. "I will let you name the Dark grey female, as she was probably the one that led you in here," She said with a smile and Ghost seemed surprised

"You really trust me with naming one of them?" He said in a joking manner, causing Frosty to roll her eyes and he realized she was serious. He guessed it was only fair. "how about Aoko," He said pleased with himself

"It will do," She said with a laugh, "I will name that one phantom because he has your purple with my black markings. That one will be named Sodalite because he looks like the crystal with your back and a darker version of my blue," She explained and he nodded

"I thought there were 6 eggs?" he asked questioningly

"There are, the other three are a couple days younger so that will hatch a little later," She explained and he nodded. Frosty turned her head to watch her hatchlings, she felt so proud of herself. Ghost was more focused on his mate, only occasionally glancing at the hatchlings. He never cared much for hatchlings but he needed them to carry on his family bloodline since he was the last. He only ever considered having them after the thought of having Frosty as his mate popped into his head. She was the only Dragonet he would ever settle for, whether she knew it or not.

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I went a little overboard ^^||

(I'm so sorry for the late reply! I didn't see this was posted and I was recently checking my forum posts!)

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Aiko slurped down the warm life-giving substance provided by her mother. Ah, her mother, that was the figure before her. There was a strong pull to her, to her scent, to her shape, to her voice. She was life. Soon, another dragon entered, and the minuscule female was startled by his entrance. She trilled in surprise at the new smell and figure, the sound of his entrance like a rumbling earthquake to her. She tipped backwards on her wobbling appendages, unsure on what exactly they were and how to use them yet. As of now, she was best at writhing and wiggling, like a little wyrmling.

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Soon enough though, as they spoke, she started learning. If she put one long thing in front of the other, it would move her closer to the shapes she saw. She could move the things on her back to help balance, along with the strange tendril off her hind end. One at a time, still wriggly and unstable. She fell on her face, but scotched back up, making a loud defiant squeak. Almost there, new thing, what be?

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She face planted into her father's foot, and trilled loudly into it, before opening her tiny jaws wide and sucking uselessly on it. Her mouth was too small to really fit anything in, and her teeth had yet to protrude. As of now, she was excellent at getting things slimy.

The pair watched as the oldest of their offspring began to walk, Frosty was giddy and wanted to praise her. Ghost watched in amusement, despite the past clutches they have had, he normally wasn’t here to watch these moments. He didn’t care for them as much as his mate did, she was definitely the one with parental instincts, but his weren’t as strong. What drove him was the urge to keep them safe and make sure they would live to be a young adult before they went off on their own.
The hatchling stumbled around and made a small ruckus in their attempt, eventually, she landed on Ghost’s foot. Frosty watched curiously but the moment she started to nibble on his foot she lightly picked up the small hatchling, giving her mate an apologetic look. Ghost had a slightly disturbed look on his face mixed with disgust, he clearly wasn’t a big fan already. Once Frosty set the hatchling down he quickly nuzzled her before going back outside.
Frosty watched him go with a little bit of a disappointed look. She turned to face the hatchling and cooed to her. Frosty would only hope Ghost didn’t startle the little one.

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You're all good,