Neverwinter Forest sunburst

whoever was given the reins in designing the birth aspect of life had really ought to be fired. surely mother nature being the little magpie that she was with her world of gossamer dust and vibrant allure could not find bliss with the graceless aspect in which her subjects were thrown to the world. although 'thrown' was in fact a much more pleasent way of wording the pitiful squirming that marked his grand entrance.

things had began to suck in the womb that day, his world of velveteen darkness suddenly becoming quite the rude host. not only were there these ever growing lumps encroaching on his space, today the darkness shifted and tugged so that he was coerced to writhe from his precious pocket and forced into the deplorable position of his entire face being squashed into the pulsating figure of one of his vexatious room mates. unlucky for @Nuala , an irritated wriggle from finín put him in the advantageous position as stubby lugs plunged hard into her, propelling him along the path nature strung him along. a sudden need to be the first grub to reach the earth filling him with instinctual intensity as he was squeezed and shoved until alas- free!

and if this entire maladroit situation was not horrid enough he was now subject to this terrible cold. so shameful that the first look anyone would get of the little dragon was the image of nothing above a writhing slug as he mewled his neglible distaste. 

his injustices were only forgiven and forgotten when he was introduced to a teat and the wonderful substance it delivered and so latching on greedily, the beastie drowned his sorrows in hot piping milk.