To the surprise of many, Death Knight Gharion was quite fond of nature- mind you, that did not mean nature -or druids, for that matter- were fond of him.
Butterflies, for example, were not among his top priority destructables. There are so many people out there. People that he doesn’t like much. While butterflies- butterflies just go about their fluttery business and have interesting patterns.
Butterflies -surprisingly- also did not seem to mind him being a dead man walking, which was always welcome.
Now, he had come into the possesion of a strange egg, he was no hunter, and as such didn’t know what would hatch from it… he had hoped, however, that whatever came from it would not be inmediatly hostile to him. Now he finds himself hesitating, debating whether or not to kill the freshly hatched dark whelpling before him.
He had heard about Onyxia, he had heard about Nefarian, he had persevered through the Cataclysm- killing the whelpling would be the smart thing to do, moreover it would be easy.
But… the whelping hadn’t done anything deserving of death (yet), hadn’t she? Though the Black DragonFlight had been corrupted, couldn’t one say the say the same of himself and his ebon brothers, some of whom were orcs, at that?
Perhaps and once again corrupted need not mean irredeemable- worst came to worst, a knight could always kill a dragon.