A premature hatching
inside the egg-womb.
A shell that never formed.
Without a barrier to seperate her from the fiery fluid of the womb;
Immersed in the liquid breath of birth and inherited legacy.
Chosen of her clutch to be closest to the creation, first to touch the heat, air, earth of
the Queen's world...
And to bear the status of runt of her litter. Live birth among
shell-born.
Scales that hardened less than her siblings; supple instead, with no dark color of blood
to paint their gloss save for the deeper hued patches of scale, inking like tattooes.
The milky red hues that dominate make them seem even softer, despite the
hard, sharp angles of her small body.
Whether scale or skin, however, she clothes herself in chains she makes dance; sometimes
barbed and razored, or heated..
A nuance that coined her the play-on-sound name Serpenchain.
Her Queen-given name; the name she heard second to Takhisis...
Trachaseseschiek.