Deinosuchus watched with wide, curious eyes as the hidden pathway revealed itself, leading down into what was clearly an important place. The idea of dragon eggs made of scales intrigued him even more, and he scratched his chin thoughtfully as Drakkon answered his earlier question. “Made of dragon scales, huh? That’s somethin’. Bet they’re tough as rocks, then. Sounds like dragons know how to protect their kids before they’re even born.” He nodded approvingly, clearly impressed. "I was born from an egg too. Demi human here."
As they descended the stairs, Deino chuckled at Drakkon’s confusion. “Oh, I’m talkin’ about actual turtles. Back home, turtles are a big deal. I eat ‘em a lot, so I know all about their eggs. Soft shells, leathery, easy to bite into. But don’t worry, I ain’t plannin’ on biting into any of these eggs.” He gave a toothy grin, his tail swishing lazily behind him as he followed down into the basement. When they reached the basement, Deino’s eyes widened. The room was dimly lit but neatly arranged, and eggs of various colors and textures were lined up in perfect rows. Each one seemed unique, like they were waiting for someone special to claim them. For the first time in a while, Deino fell silent. “Pick one that calls to me, huh?” he murmured, glancing at Drakkon. “Alright, let’s see what this is all about.” He stepped forward, his massive frame moving with surprising care as he began to walk between the rows of eggs. His sharp eyes scanned each one, taking in their differences. Truth was Deinosuchus wasn't the smartest, but what he lacked in education and intelligence he made up for in instinct and battle acuity. Instincts had gotten him this far in life and he wagered it would take him further, more so under the Master Green Turtles guidance.
Deino paused in front of a large egg with deep, jagged patterns that looked like cracks but were clearly part of its scales; it's design. The surface was a dull gray, like weathered stone, but faint veins of shimmering gold ran through it. He tilted his head, his claws lightly brushing against the surface. The moment he touched it, a faint warmth spread through his hand, and he froze. He was expecting to feel earth magic, but he didn't. It felt, arcane... “This one,” he said firmly, his voice quieter than usual. He lifted the egg carefully, cradling it in his powerful arms as if it were the most valuable thing in the world. “Feels... right.” His toothy grin returned as he turned back to Drakkon and Hai. “Guess this one’s mine. Looks like a good fit, huh?” He held the egg close with surprising gentleness, despite it's toughness. “What now, Master Green Turtle? How do I start bonding with it? Is there a backpack for it? How do I fight with it in my arms?”
WC: 485
TWC: 1115
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