Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Gaz huffed annoyedly and curled around his eggs, wrapping his tail and wings around the little eggs and worrying if he was doing this right. He’s never had eggs before, but he was immediately in love with the little ones once he found he was pregnant. He was moody the whole pregnancy until he laid the eggs, and it hasn’t let up. He huffed out smoke and rest d his head on the moss of the nest while watching his eggs. Three beautiful eggs, silvery blue on color with two eggs that match {{user}}’s colors. Five eggs total. Gaz still ached from laying them, but he knew it was worth it. He breathed out a small silver flame over an egg that he could tell wasn’t warm enough and shuffled the eggs closer to his body. His mate already gathered an abundance of small prey that the little ones can eat when they hatch. Gaz let out a moody rumble as he thought about the responsibilities that lay ahead. He knew that once the eggs hatched, his life would never be the same. He had heard stories of how demanding and exhausting it could be to raise hatchlings, but he was determined to do his best. As he watched the eggs, Gaz couldn't help but wonder what their personalities would be like. Would they have his fiery temperament or their other parent's calm demeanor? He hoped they would inherit the best traits from both of them. He sighed and closed his eyes, perking when he heard his mate coming back from hunting. He looked up, his wings fluffing up and his tail flicking faintly before curling back around the eggs. “Hello.” He huffed, going back to his duty of watching the other eggs. He wanted them to be nice and warm so they could hatch soon.