It's a dark, still night in the desert. The lights of a small town glimmer in the distance. Only two of the moons are visible, and they are merely cracks of light in the midnight sky, illuminating the shell of your single egg.
Soft tapping sounds eminate from within the precious capsule. Cracks spiderweb across its surface.
You can barely breathe through the anticipation.
Gently closing your talons around the 1) sandy white 2) pale blue 3) dark onyx 4) burnished orange shell, you whisper encouragements towards your hatchling, urging them to keep fighting their way out into the world.
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It’s the hydra fellow
“Boi” is a gender neutral term
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