Two figures loomed in the light. One was the dragonet’s father, a Sandwing, and the other was its mother, a Nightwing. They leered at the tiny thing, watching it writhe against the snakes. “You are where you belong, Lizard.” its father hissed. “You were a mistake.” the mother added, flashing a toothy grin. “We never meant for you to exist.” “We don’t want you.” “Failure.” “Freak.” The dragonet’s mouth opened slightly to cry out, but a serpent wrapped itself around the tiny one’s snout. /Hush, now. You will be safe with us./ it hissed, and the little dragon stopped wriggling. The parents took this as a sign of death, so they flew off, laughing at their spawn’s misfortune. /You will be safe, tiny hunter./ another snake whispered, this one a jeweled boa. A third, a dragonbite viper, wrapped itself around the dragonet’s broken, battered body comfortingly. /Tiny hunter of the stars./
i wrote this myself lol
