Lunala

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Mother - Haysse
Father - Xarrym
Shaman - Uzon

Xarrym paced back and forth, listening to his mate gently cooing at the hatching egg beside her, despite the fact they should be at the gathering. Their egg was hatching, after all; they must be allowed to stay for that reason.
His violet-blue gaze flicked back and forth between his path and his mate.
"Xarrym, please stop pacing; the hatchling might become worried if they see you like that," Haysse lightly scolds, rolling her own bright purple eyes. Xarrym grunts softly, shaking his head.
"I can't! This little hatchling will be our first and probably only hatchling! The shaman said you shouldn't be able to have children; what if this one doesn't last long?" Xarrym asks, his eyes darkening with worry.
"The baby will be fine. Come here, welcome our hatchling to the world," Haysse murmurs. Xarrym's eyes snap over to his mate, noticing the tiny nick in the egg had widened almost around the entire circumference of the egg. He quickly rushes over, leaning over the nest, watching the little, hard fang-like growths on the nocturne hatchling's mouth force open the egg. Xarrym's breath freezes as the tiny blue thing finally manages to push the top of the egg off, showing small, folded white wings.
"Oh my, the Shadowbinder truly has blessed us this night," Xarrym breathes out. Haysse grins widely at her mate, looking down at the little hatchling as it looks around with huge, blue eyes. "She has a Water dragon's eyes, though," Xarrym mumbles.
A sudden shouting outside the lair catches Xarrym's attention, making his head snap over towards the shouts. He stands again and rushes out, noticing one of his clanmates rush into the lair.
"Xarrym, come and look! The moon is purple!" The male imperial shouts. Xarrym quickly races out of the lair, looking up at at the moon, glowing a beautiful violet.
Haysse soon walks out as well, the tiny nocturne following her on wobbly legs.
"Xarrym, what's going on?" She asks softly, before lifting her gaze to follow her mates, noticing the bright moon. "Oh, no..." She breathes out.
"I'll take her to a neighboring clan. They may allow her to stay," Xarrym murmurs. Haysse's eyes fill with tears before she nods.
"Alright... Be careful, Xarrym. You know what the shaman said," Haysse whispers. Xarrym nods sharply before carefully picking up his daughter and lifting into the sky, his eyes dark with sadness and the memory of what the clan's healer had told him.

Xarrym walks to the shaman's den, poking his head in and calling out for Uzon, who soon comes stumbling back into the main room.
"Xarrym, greetings my old friend!" He calls out, rushing over and hugging Xarrym. Xarrym grunts, quickly pulling away, frowning.
"Uzon, I believe Haysse is expecting eggs!" Xarrym hisses out. Uzon grins widely, the foreign Fire Wildclaw laughing.
"Why, Xarrym, haven't I told you before? She cannot bear children, my friend. She must just be putting on some weight, why don't I go check her though, set that cute little mind at ease," Uzon teases. Xarrym grunts, nodding.
"Fine. Let's go, then," he mutters, leading the way back to his own den. Uzon follows close behind, soon taking the lead to see Haysse.
"Now, Haysse, let's see that belly of yours, shall we? Could you lie down please?" Uzon asks, sitting beside the female. Haysse quietly but quickly does as she's told, lying on her side. Uzon gently presses his talons into her belly, being careful not to hurt her. He feels around for a few moments before freezing up, his eyes turning lifeless and dull.
"This, a child of dark, will be the cause of such horrors - Though it may seem fine, the night of hatching will be the night of harsh auras."