Within the confines of its lovingly constructed glass petals, the glossy ovoid began to tremble, small, furtive ripples of movement darting like bleeding ink beneath the surface. The outside of the egg, a soft, milky rose with whorls of crimson, was a brilliant and beautiful beacon in the filth of the Murks, kept studiously free of staining bits of muck and detritus. Especially now, as life stirred restlessly beneath the warm surface, the Glass egg drew a fair amount of attention, each shiver and quake gaining it more and more onlookers until it finally had a fair-sized throng watching and waiting upon its every move. It did not disappoint, either, the fevered movements within increasing in pace as each second ticked by, the occupant most obviously eager to be freed of its prison.
Unseen, away from prying eyes and the attention of others, a much more forlorn egg had been hidden, secreted away from the world, either because of shame or a desire to preserve what many abhorred. Regardless of reason, the small egg had been kept whole and unharmed, hidden in the hollow of a rotting log, mottled surface blending into the mold and fungus there almost perfectly. Now, though, was the time for life and sure enough, just before the Glass egg had begun its fight for freedom, so had the much smaller ovoid. Whereas the Glass hammered and struggled valiantly against the calcium walls surrounding it, the smaller egg's struggle was much more patient, carefully calculated. Each hit was placed and thought-out, swiftly weakening the shell as the tiny creature within sought to be free until finally, at the exact same moment as its Glass brethren, it opened, a hole just large enough splitting the surface so that the dragonet within could scamper out, slinking swiftly into the shadows to watch for its bonded.
The Glass was much more showy about its emergence, a sharp and powerful thrust of its head upward through the top of the egg announcing its presence to the world. It was a beautiful, enchanting creature, but in a way that was wrong, especially as the lithe Glass clambered up through the opening it had creature, delicate nostrils flaring wide, tongue darting out to taste the air. He had inherited the sleek, long build of his parents, a twisting, serpentine body rimed with spines glistening in the faint light of the swamp. He appeared whole, yes, but only at first glance before the details set in. His body was jagged, the spines lining his back broken and twisting, his massive wings tattered at the edges. There was a large pocket of flesh missing where it mostly connected with his body, leaving his wingsails to connect only immediately behind the bone and meat of his wings and halfway down along his tail, which made for a truly impressive, if broken, wingspan. What was most interesting, though, were his scales. Instead of a smooth, unbroken expanse, they looked almost as though they were...fractured. His body, a dark, deep red, like that of blood spilt upon sand, was broken up by a series of nearly-black markings that seemed to resemble cracks. Even though he was handsome, his appearance bespoke of something wrong.
Long, slow steps took him off the transparent flower on which he had been perched, an almost aristocratic grace leading him away from his shattered shell and towards the other hatchling who was unwittingly placing himself in the way of his supposed "brother." Believing the coast clear, the smaller dragon had begun to belly-crawl out of his hiding place, wriggling out from beneath a half-submerged rock and right in front of the Glass. The clash was instantaneous as the dark-red dragonet nearly tripped over his minuscule brother, setting off a spat of hissing and yowling. In a disastrous turn of events, the new dragons presence was displayed to all around to see, a tiny, sickly Influenza whose large, bulging eyes were wide with alarm as he back-peddled frantically to escape the Glass, who immediately launched himself at the smaller dragon with blood-lust glinting in his eyes.
It only took a single swipe to send the Influenza limp away, wailing in pain and kreeling piteously, somehow managing to shout curses and promises of disease all the while, along with a few mangled threats of causing something in particular to rot and fall off. Ichor spattering the spongy ground behind him, the small dragon fled towards one he had been studying from afar, very nearly throwing himself into the arms of the unfortunate Candidate even as the Glass pursued him, hunkering down behind Vulp, googly eyes fixed with fright on the towering form of the Glass. "Look, look, fleshthing! He is about to hurt Yersiniapestis, your sweet Yersiniapestis! Why would he do such a thing, to innocent Yersiniapestis? All I want to do is shrivel his skin and watch him bleed through his eyes...." Watching the Influenza speak was disconcerting and the Glass turned away abruptly in disgust, muzzle curling as he stalked away. The reason was soon made clear as Yersiniapestis turned about to face the unfortunate Vulp and revealing the fact that he had a second mouth that split open across his chest, wide and gaping at the moment in the semblance of a toothy grin.
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After the distasteful show that the Influenza had provided, the Glass had flounced away from him, vowing silently to avenge his wounded pride some other time, when the Influenza least expected it. For right now, though, he had far better things to do, such as find the one who was supposed to be his. Cunning eyes scanned those who remained, unbonded, and quickly located the one unfortunate enough to be his. Crimson lips pealing back in devious smile, the Glass padded up closer to the chosen candidate, staring at them with an unnerving intensity. "You," he began slowly, voice slow and smooth, pausing just before the young human and tilting his head slowly to the side. "You may call me Fomhóire. We are, how do you put it? Ah, yes.
Bonded." He spat out the word with obvious distaste but did not seem to shun his new rider. Yet. "Come. I must eat, for I hunger. And we must plot revenge, for that snivelling whelp, that disgusting disease-carrying cretin...must be taught a lesson."
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Glass Egg

Fomhóire
Male
(Glass Celiostiahle x Glass Gloire)
Calculating, Cruel, Malevolent[/align]