Igor

Of course, there's more to the story than that!
Igor was an attempt by my online friend blackdragon71 to create a Neglected Dragon from a spitfire egg. I'd logged onto Skype earlyish one more to assist her and she jokingly called me Igor. The Igor theme remained through our conversation that morning and the dragon, which did not turn and become a Neglected, was accordingly named Igor. Igor gendered female.

Here is Igor's description as originally written by blackdragon71:

Any normal egg would have hatched long before reaching a day and an hour left to survive. But this little egg was not so fortunate. Someone had seriously neglected it, and no doubt, the tiny dragon inside must have felt unloved and unwanted. Imagine its joy when it was picked up from a pile of many such abandoned eggs, and taken to a cave that it was going to be able to call home. Once there, though, the egg was set aside on a shelf and covered in a mysterious, foggy substance. From without, the baby inside could hear a ticking sound that sounded like its mother's heart should have, but there was no warm breath to help it out of its shell. Instead, a few minutes before its time was up, the fog was lifted from the egg, and two voices sounded around it, proclaiming that they hoped it would 'turn,' and talking about things like 'lab coats' and 'switches.' And what was this feeling of being watched, all of a sudden? From the freezing cold of no contact with flesh and blood, to so many hands and voices in less than ten minutes? It felt like it was being view-bombed! Surely that was death, and it hadn't deserved that. It had never asked to be born, but by the gods, if there were any, it was going to live! It would show the world that it wasn't going to be anyone's crazy experiment. So it pecked and scratched at its tough prison walls, until they began to crack and it created a hole large enough to crawl through. Bright light (for it was a Saturday morning) struck its eyes, but it made out two forms that it marked as its captors. They smiled, albeit with disappointment, saying that it had hatched 'normal,' but at least it hadn't died. "We shall name it Igor," said one of the humans, picking it up gently and placing it with others of its kind, "It'll be even funnier if it genders female." And the little dragon did indeed, grow up to be a girl. The ordeal of being neglected for so long stole her voice, however, and the only noise she is capable of making is a croak that sounds somewhat like, "Yes, Massssstah..."

Unfortunately, this version turned out to be more than double the length of the allowed 1,000 characters so the description had to be pared dramatically. Here's the final version:

Someone forgot about the egg that became Igor. It must have felt joy when it was taken from a pile of other such eggs and thought it was going to be wanted. Yet the egg was set aside and hidden in a mysterious fog. Only minutes before it should have died, it was uncovered and voices spoke, saying that they hoped it would turn, and talking about things like 'lab coats' and 'switches.' From no contact to so many hands and voices in less than ten minutes; it felt like it was being bombed with attention! Surely that was death. Well, it was going to live! It scratched at its shell until it cracked and made a hole large enough to crawl through. Brightness struck its eyes, but it made out two forms. They smiled, albeit with disappointment, saying that it had hatched 'normal.' "We should name it Igor," said one. "It'll be funny if it genders female." The ordeal of being neglected stole her voice, and the only noise she makes is a croak that sounds somewhat like, "Yes, Mahssstah..."