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Option One: MUWAHAAHAAHAAA EVIL PLOTS! >.> Okay. Now for the serious part ^_^ I like his markings. Black is a favorite base of mine and I like the little stripes. Also, I strongly prefer males. Just cause that's me. So that was another reason why I was interested in the baby. In addition? I would like to play him with his siblings and parents. Heh!

Option 2: Hmmm. Personality. I would play him as a precocious demanding little daredevil! He would not be afraid of anything, considering one of his parents is a temporal full of himself, this little guy will be a bit of a aggressive thing concerning how awesome he clearly is. I could see him having no hesitation at all attempting to tackle his brother or sister in an attempt to prove to them he is awesome as well...and never mind the fact they have wings and he doesn't. His wings are -clearly- a little slow in coming...he just has to practice being cool and strong and then his horn will curl like his fathers and his wings will sprout...and yes...I would intend on him climbing tree's or leaping off small ledges thinking that would make his wings come out. He'll fully believe that he can fly through the power of will alone. At least until he get's older >.>

Option 3: Concerning his siblings....he would not be jealous of them. But he would certainly feel he has a lot to prove. With one sibling being sort of shy he'd like to strut around to thus show just how Not Shy he was. The other would seem very odd, so he'd try to be Not Odd. He would have a mountains worth of confidence and be about as easy to budge when he makes up his mind. His siblings he might be a touch of a bully to, but not to the point of making them miserable. He would be more like 'Your getting bigger then me so I have to trip you so I can pounce you and chew on your horn until you declare me awwwwwesom!' Once that has been accomplished, he'd switch over to being doting and protective and otherwise self satisfied that he has proven his awesome coolness to his siblings so clearly they love him.

Option 1: Because he needs more love. :3 And because I cannot resist these types of things.

Option 2 and 3 are kind of combined:

His siblings wings never bothered him. Not until the day they learned to fly.

Cinder woke up late that morning. He was a pretty heavy sleeper. The movements of the other creatures in the forest rarely bothered him. His family could fall a tree and he would sleep through it without a problem. He was used to waking up after his family, though he rarely woke alone. Cinder sat up and looked around curiously. They were nowhere to be seen. He stretched and moved about the area they usually stuck to. Still he couldn't find them.

Distraught, he flopped down on the ground and blew at a blade of grass. Where could they have gotten off to? Certainly his parents wouldn't leave him behind. Had something happened? What if they never came back!?

He was just beginning to get sincerely worried when a shadow passed by overhead. At first he thought it was merely a bird, but he soon realized (the second or third time its shadow passed) that it was too large to be simply a bird. The fourth time it passed he looked up and saw his sister and behind her, his brother. Overjoyed at the familiar faces, it took him a moment to register the fact that they were flying.

At first, a white hot jealousy burned somewhere inside him. He'd always felt different and knew that he would never be able to join them in the skies. Still, it didn't matter much. They were already back on the ground and wrestling with him. Surely, their wings wouldn't change much.

Over time Cinder's jealousy returned. Whenever they travelled, his siblings would always zoom ahead. They never had to climb over rotten logs, they never stepped in puddles of mud, and never had to deal with thick foilage. At times, his mother had to carry him over deeper water or more difficult terrain while his siblings floated along above them. They'd invented new games, but Cinder could never play them, at least, not win them. He began to lose at everything. He began to lose patience too. He snapped at them more often and slowly grew more introverted until he barely talked to them at all. He only ever spoke to his mother, and even to her he only said a few words each day.

He hated his siblings. He remembered the good times, before they could really use their wings, and longed for them. He hated everything. Everything different from himself.