Aww... It’s a cute baby dragon. Its eyes glow brightly at night, and it enjoys attacking insects and small animals.

Young dragons are relatively defenseless. They are born with relatively soft scales, which are shed and replaced with harder ones as the hatchling matures. Once a hatchling’s wings grow in, it typically marks the beginning of maturation. At this point they are often capable of hunting on their own and are usually left alone by their mother.

Moonlight Black Frost, Frost for short, is showered with praise and admiration everyday. It was a sitting alt and not only that, but of pure black dragon blood. Although Frost appreciated the kind words and heavy attention, behind that curtain, it wasn't bursting with happiness at all. Frost wouldn't tell anyone this secret in fear they'd brush the matter aside and not care one bit about how it felt. So in time, bitterness grew in the young one's heart. The truth was that Frost didn't have a gender. Neither female nor male, Frost was an outsider without a certainly needed adjective to describe it. An adjective that classified every living thing in two very important classes didn't apply to it. And so even though with all the friends gathered around Frost, it felt that it  was alone. Frost keeps the emotions it has in a diary, secret and hidden. Maybe one day someone will find it, and understand the solemn thoughts of the little creature.