The taste of his brothers and sisters remained inside his digestive system. They were a bit sticky, but yummy, like the first bite of sizzling pork coupled with honey. A pleasant aroma drifted inside the mouth of the larvae,

  Its movement felt more fluid, and his skin got thicker. It felt like a stuffed teddybear, and its breaths got ragged and tough. The breathing holes shrank together because of his increased constitution.

  The larvae didn't care - its mind was too small to occupy itself with such things.

  As such, he digged even further into the pile, tasting the repulsivest thing he'd ever eaten. It was rough and dry in his mouth, way different from the sticky sensation the flesh had before. At the same time its heat made his hairs stand. The whole ground was covered in it. It was the burnt ash of his brothers and sisters on top of which he rested. He already ingested it, and doesn't want to ingest it again.

  The larvae fumbled around, trying to find a way past the molden ash. It felt its hunger swelling again, but this time he didn't have a tasty meal. Finding no other choice, he ingested the ash, burrowing his way through.

  The ash sat like a hairball in his stomach. Whenever the larvae wriggled around, it trugged behind, a load to his body. Nevertheless the larvae ignored it, its hunger still not satisfied. He burrowed through the ashes of his brethren.

  Suddenly a warm, soft taste melted his mouth. It slurped at the amount of tastes invading him, a molten piece of the sky: cloud-sweet and rain-drops, with hidden iron beneath.

  Oblivious to the meaning of all these windows, the larvae went on. Its movements grew a lot more fluid, and he felt stronger, akin to a red flower blossoming in its fullness. If it had muscles, they would bulge and tear his clothes apart. His breathing pores were kept open simply with his strength, despite the increasing toughness.

  Its back pointed at the pile of eggs he'd devoured.

  But there was another pile of eggs. Inside that pile, two eggs lay on top of the pile, rustling on their piles of eggs. One cracked open. A blue larvae emerged, the blue flower odd admidst the sea of red. Another crack followed, and a yellow larvae emerged. The larvae - its brothers and sisters - stumbled around a bit, still unaccustomed to their powers.

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  Their hooks seem to point towards the direction of the larvae slurping on dragon blood. Its skin was covered in dragon blood, and he seemed to brim with power from within.

  The larvae felt its mind sharpen. He was aware of the two hooks in front of him scratching on the dragon's flesh, unable to cut a part off. He concentrated his control over his limps, and clawed a tiny bit off.

  Scrambling the flesh into his hands, he stared at it, before long his stomach grumbled, and he indulged in eating once more.