Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-26517142-20160830045716

Sebyl: You.. alright? You look out of sorts. (Suddenly hears the distinct screeches of an Ozian Dragon) What---? How did they-   (fear fills her face)

Ersha: They got through a portal somehow. GET MATRIS OUT OF HERE!!

The tent where Matris is about to give birth is ripped aside. An Ozian Dragon, part insect, part reptile, its compound eyes zooming in on the group, stretches out to grab Matris.

"NO!!!"

Ansherine screams. In the midst of the frenzy about to happen, Matris gives a final push.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAA!!!"

A black streak slips out of her womb - crushes the Ozian Dragon's face with a single punch-  and sends it flying into the gloom. The other Dragons turn their attention to the new arrival they did not expect.

It was a toddler of a baby, fur and scales growing on him. And it had the eyes and scar on the eyebrows of Jeiel.