Umbra pushed at her shell. Um... Umbra Pushing with all of her little might, she managed to make the shell crack. She clawed at the edges, making the thin, but yet sturdy material crumble away. Umbra pushed her little head out, eyes opening up, taking in the new found light. She looked up and saw Mystique. She let out a little squeak in delight and stumbled over to her rider's hand. The little hatchling was covered in jet black scales, wet from her egg and little bits of shell still hung on. She had little horns jutting out above her ears. The only things of color was the purple hue of her leathery wings and soft tail of fluff. Umbra displayed the small spines around her jaw that originate of from her kind. She will grow into them. Though a bit smaller than some other hatchlings, she believes she'll grow up to be the toughest.
Hungry, Umbra nibbled on Mystique's hand, suckling it. Momma! Momma!
