Aww... It’s a cute baby dragon. It is quite serene and has a pair of tendrils growing from its back.

And look! It has grown wings! It must be close to maturing.

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.

Creatir is an Avatar of Creation, but the only thing he creates is trouble. He's tried making pies, but they explode and make a huge mess in the oven. He has tried to make bridges—but they fall when someone tries to use them—and other structures—that tend to fall on dragons' heads. He's tried creating jokes, but they all seem to offend someone, and often a short-tempered dragon will get violent. He's even tried to write poetry, with his works close in quality to the infamous piece "Ode to a Small Lump of Putty I Found In My Armpit One Morning". Sometimes, when he's gotten himself in big trouble, he tries making lies, but that only makes more trouble.

Because of his bad luck, Creatir keeps getting driven out of towns. He tries to create safe havens for himself, but is consistently driven off by bears, wolves, or whatever else happens across him in the woods. Because he has Peter Pan Syndrome, he is too small to fight them off, and his ability to create diversions is quite limited.