Nestled deep within a pestilent, gaseous and thoroughly humid bog, a black egg with green markings upon its surface can be found. This little egg is surrounded by 'pickled' carcasses of deer and other herbivores, slightly rotten and covered by mold - a perfect meal for something without teeth at birth. Within this egg a steady thumping can be heard, followed by the cracking noise of it's surface being broken apart. It was from within this egg the soft snout of a hatchling popped out, with it's black scales covered by greenish-yellow stripes. It was from within this egg a new resident of Istaria came to be.
Somewhere out there, it's parents hunted, yet for so many dragons, who knew if they would come back for their hatchling.
With that done and out of the way - Hello there everyone! New player on the block with quite the fondness for Dragons. Now, this was to nestle myself amongst you roleplaying lot that I've come to enjoy, so parenthood is up for grabs if anyone would want to.
So, I'll see you folk online sooner or later!