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Azula walked around her wings were folded and her body was relaxed she stretched her front legs and smiled to herself

Malice walked around his room, showing signs of obvious stress. He was the True King, and he didn't know how to win the War. He'd been worrying since he woke, and needed a distraction. He turned around to open the large golden doors when he hesitated. He didn't know where to go. He could go talk to his guards, but they had nothing new. He could send more messengers to his Allies, but he knew they would take days to get back. He decided to walk down the hall and try and focus on anything else, maybe the painting of his mother would suffice. As he walkd, a saying popped in his mind. When the crown gets too heavy, take it off and give it away. It's somthing someone told him years ago, nearly a whole century. It stayed with him, and he knew it would be with him till he died.

Azula kept a eye on her new egg Dio was the name she was going for if it was a male she sat on the egg keeping it nice and warm. Azula saw Malice walking around and smiled happily.

Malice say Azula, his favorite birther, and walked over to their unborn dragonet. He looked down with affection in both their eyes, excited for another Heir. "How's the egg doing, Azula?" He asked as he sat next to her.

Desmodus clung to the ceiling as he stirred awake after a nap. With a guttural rumble in the back of his throat, he slid his wings away from each other, revealing his face. The light burned his eyes at the sudden rays pouring into his eyes. The brilliance of the sun, and it's rays was something that most dragons could never hate. But one dragon hated it. And he was clinging to the ceiling. It was quite a struggle to not wrap his wings back around himself and take another long nap, that he had to force himself to emerge.

With an awkward twist, Des sprung off the ceiling, twisting through the air to get straight and forcing his wings to flap and propell himself out of the den. He flew outside, zooming quickly into the sunlit area. He squinted with a frustrated growl as he continued to fly through the air. He inhaled air, tasting the scent of fresh prey nearby, so he began to search the area while following the trail. He landed on the ground, making a loud booming sound when his feet collided onto the ground. Then, he sniffed the air, scenting some nice fresh prey... Getting himself ready by crouching, he slid over to the food, and took a nice big inhale of the air. Then, in front of him, was a herd of deer grazing. Licking his lips, he charged out at them with a shriek, stomping on one and snapping his jaws on three. Then, he let go of the crushed one and went over to the fleeing deer, stomping on them. The rest fled, and he growled with frustration. Sighing, he looked over to his pile of six crushed deer. "At least this will feed my pack. I know it was the hunter's job, but I was bored and needed to wake myself up."

Azula responded happily "He is making amazing progress my lord he will hatch any day now"

Malice grinned, sticking his chest out. "That is wondrous news." He laid down fully, gazing at the egg as he breathed softy.

The Air King stood and stretched, his back and wing bones cracking. He walked to his window on his highest pitch, his scales shimmering in the morning light. He walked out from his window and crawled out of the window and stretched his wings in the warm air. He looked down at the clouds and took a deep breath.

DIO
woke up at the sound of his father's voice he let out a chirp and cracked the egg he was in

Malice:

He heard a crack and looked down. The small egg and moved, and a small line had broken the shell. He stood up quickly, nudging Azula. He grinned again, and was ready to welcme his new heir.

Cirrus:

Cirrus flew around and soon landed outside the palace doors, a root of a giant oak. He yawned, then walked inside as guards took their moring duties. He nodded to each as the passes, each having a look of comfort or compassion for him. He knew what today was. Today he was going to visit his allies.