He slammed hard against a nearby wall, unable to counter his momentum in such a small, tight space and felt several bones snap, the main bone of his wing ripping through his scales to gleam in the dim light of the lava.<em>Oh, yeah, a bit of one, two, AND four. He found something new. Or a new way to be time efficient, must be getting near his twilight years.</em><br/><br/>He weakly rolled over, and gave the hatchlings a glare, seriously considering using his blast spell on them, but his rather firm desire to live kept that impulse in check. "So, what imagined slight am I being punished for today? Breathing in your presence? Using my eyes in the general vicinity of one of your daughters? Attempting to hunt for food on one of the Isles that are nowhere near clan lands? Increasing my hoard size without permission? Or has your ancient and scheming mind found some new crime to toss onto my non-existent Council archives record?"