I should be asleep instead of publishing this. I didn't realize it was 0 already, wow. I had quite a bit of fun thinking of what role to put it into the story... I haven't shared much of it but I hope too someday. Story of this guy: (Might be incomprehensible because it's a part of a larger story... hopefully not). Also I am probably the only person who writes hatchimals lore on this website. or any for that matter. It was created by someone experimenting with the magical capabilities of hatchimals (we'll call him the snake). A conversation with a hatchimal had left him curious, could they grow to harbor strong magic? In comparison with the rest of the world, a hatchimal's magic is quite weak. The snake attempted to augment a more powerful hatchimal, one whom could harbor far more magic. Hundreds of his attempts resulted in the augmentation to be ripped apart by its own magic. After a long time, the snake finally came upon a stable DNA sequence. While the creature survived, it was clearly abnormal, possessing six extra, false wings. Looking at it too long, it seemed to flicker and bend. He planned to attempt to introduce his creation to society. The new augmentation would not fit in. Exhausted from his efforts, he all but abandoned it inside of an abandoned space station. Rarely he visited it, simply to make sure it was still living, coldly marking any changes. It grew up skittish and afraid, the snake being its only contact- if it could even count as such. The augmentation grew restless and in turn, reckless. Venturing into the open parts of the space station, it stumbled upon a normal hatchimal, Fox. Although the augmentation was wary at first, the two became almost friends. Being each other's only company, and the augmentation lacking many language skills made their relationship vaguely superficial, but it had been the most meaningful relationship it had had. The snake became aware of the augmentation's relationship. Seeing this as a risk to his experiments, he contemplated killing it to preserve its DNA. However, seeing it communicate with others made the snake's prior trepidations seem needless. And so, the snake banished it into the heart of the desert, only to see what would unfold. When it woke up to feel the sand beneath their nose, it felt one thing- unfiltered fear. For in the desert there is only one rule. To kill or be killed.
I really hate newer hatchimals. old hatchies ftw this creature (it has no name in lore) is mostly a cheetah-deer mimic but it has a small bit of the snake's DNA. Not enough to make much visible difference. It also has an uncharacteristic lack of melanin because the samples the snake used had what's essentially vitiligo.