The tiny, azure speckled eggs that tumbled from the blackened sky were immediately snatched up by the cavernous jowls of a beast so large it blocked out the shimmering rays of the four moons that clustered together in the northern horizon of The Wizened World.

The Beast’s intent was not malicious. It was simply it's nature. 

Swoon eggs were a delicacy. And the Beast had not eaten for more than six Turns. 

It stretched its leathery wings higher in an attempt to sip the last remaining spits of energy from the wicked night. 

 It was indeed the most wicked of nights. Two of the Beast’s closest mates had perished in battle. Prime energy sustenance had been pillaged by a hoard of larger Beasts.

As the Beast prepared for a landing, it salivated at the thought of the eggs nestled deep in its jowls. The rumble of its hunger could be heard well beyond the Cave of Eons where it lived.

With a mighty grunt it landed. And perished on the spot. The enormous jowls fell open as the body of the Beast collapsed under the weight of its own girth and flattened against the rocks.

What the Beast did not know was that no one of its making ever went more than three turns without sustenance.

A slithering corpulent watched the whole event. And wondered. But seeing nothing that resembled fare or fancy, slid away into the seething darkness of the Cave.