by RiDragon » 05/26/2018 1:11 PM
He gently released his egg from his tail, being careful that it would not move from its spot before darting back into his den. After about five minutes, he again reemerged, this time with his tiny raptor arms full of smaller, but still quite colorful, eggs. All of them carefully painted and unique, all with prizes inside of them that even the Shartile had no idea what they were. How the eggs got there, or where they even came from, was a mystery even to the Shartile. It was rumored that The Gods of Fertility gave the Shartile eggs every year so that they could be hidden for the children, (including those who were children at heart,) of the world.
I see the stars,Drifting aimless I feel their heatwarming, selflessI will give... I will takeI will feel the stars crash, crash down