Here the male was. A tiny baby bearded dragon only just hatched and already on his own. He was born that way. His kind. They always fend for themselves after hatching. The baby looked about and blinked. He needed a home. "Stay?" He asks the night air.
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Here the male was. A tiny baby bearded dragon only just hatched and already on his own. He was born that way. His kind. They always fend for themselves after hatching. The baby looked about and blinked. He needed a home. "Stay?" He asks the night air.
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"Hello! Stay please?" He squeaked as he looked way up at the female. The newly hatched lizard tilted his head slightly. He was so small, he would be easy to step on. That he knew. So he was on a rock to stay safe.
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"I'm Ajdar. Thank you." He was speaking broken English, but it was better than nothing, right? The tiny lizard moved closer to the female. Clearly curious about what she was. "What are?" He asks with a tilted head.
Warning;; he may become attached to her as she is the first living thing he has ever seen u.u -
Hello! Threads with this new cutie?
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"Take task?" The newly hatched baby spoke in that broken English he was leaving together. He was getting better, he thought. The tiny creature was doing his best to not get stepped on.
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The baby bearded dragon was sunning on a rock just outside of camp. He was on a rock to avoid being stepped on. He was the smallest creature there and it was a major risk after all. The tiny newly hatched creature looked about silently.
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Reading? He had never tried before. Oh well. He nods and scampers away swiftly.
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Then it shall happen <3He reached a tiny paw out to attempt to climb onto her tail. She was warm and he liked it. The tiny hatchling looked at her and spoke softly. "Neema stay?" What he was trying to ask is if he could stay with Neema. His broken English making it hard.
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The tiny lizard moved close to Neema and blinked. Monsters? Storms? He was shivering slightly from fear. He was a kid. A tiny and helpless life form at that. All this monster stuff was scaring him. Though he did his best not to show it. After a moments thought, he spoke up. "Boom." He would have explained that he meant blow up the storm, but he couldn't. He didn't have the words. He was around Neema enough that he hoped she knew.
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The baby scampered over to Neema and looked at the visitor. The day old baby tilted his tiny head. Fighting? Sounded fun, but he was a baby.
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Now, he was officially a day old. So, he was not, by any means, fluent in English. Thus, he was tasked with reading words to learn the,. Now, he had a book and was struggling over the words on the first page. Then again, it was a book of Shakespeare. Probably not the best idea, but eh.
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The tiny lizard was a day old and by no means able to move a gift basket. So, he would watch as his Neema left to give them gifts. She would be back, right?
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The tiny lizard clung to a rock as he watched the female at work. "Doing?" He asks in that broken English. He had never had juice before. So he was super confused.
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The baby scampered over to Neema and moved under her to avoid being stepped on. Looking at the kit, he noticed her wings and blinked.
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Now, the baby was out exploring. A tiny speck in the world he called home. He moved along and soon came to a stop before the waters. Only, the waves caught the day old baby off guard and he was washed under the waves. He popped up and screamed. Tiny paws kicking wildly. He was going to drown. He was a day old, and he was going to drown. What a way to go.
//for his phobea of water to make sense u.u