Dragons have been hunted for years, pushed to almost extincion. I was one of them, a male dragon and what use to be the top of the food chain, I have a nest, with my hatchlings there my previous mate died in hand of hunters, so I've grown to hate humans and the world for taking my love from me, I curl up against my hatchlings in a protective manner my wing was hurt by a hunter trap, leaving it broken. I luckily escaped, and quickly hurried back to my young, at the cost of starving but as long as they we're safe, they'd hatch soon so I'd have to put all of my strength into healing my wing I have to get them food for when they do hatch, maybe I could try to use my human form but it'd take awhile for me to shift into it, my thoughts we're interrupted by footsteps.

You were a male human, an adventurer. You walk in the cave unware it was a dragons nest, you we're exploring to see if it would be a good cave to rest up and set camp

Suddenly you hear a loud growl behind you

"What the fuck is a human doing here?" I growl loudly glaring down at you