PsionicCastor

Blacklight stared down at the strange eggs, ears flattened as he hesitantly stepped around the nest. Tail curled in anxiety, he cautiously pawed at one of them only to jump back as it seemed to hiss at him. For a dragon to have such an intense amount of hatred before it had even hatched… he couldn’t fathom it. Wings shuffling as he shifted his weight, Black shook his head at the situation. What on earth was happening, that an egg held the rage of the sun itself? A few moments passed as he sat quietly in his thoughts, trying to decide where to go from this point. What could he do in this situation? Moreover, should he even be trying to tackle this on his own, or should he alert White? That particular thought had him shifting with anxiety again. She was the… more practical one, he supposed. Less prone to acting on emotion than he himself; a trait he was trying to keep a hold on after seeing how his eldest brother had reacted under the hold of that very same trait. So caught up in