Cassius gritted his teeth in annoyance. His fangs bared under the moonlight. This is his sixth mating season and he has yet to find a mate. All the female dragons are big and brut, not a little bit his type. He wanted a small and soft female to be his mate.

Just as he was about to fly back to his cold lair with empty hands, he smelled a sweet scent. A female. He didn't actually hope that the female is his type, but he turned to look for her anyway. And there he saw her, moon bathing at the mouth of a cave he believed was her lair. He landed on the ground and hid among the treeline.

She was in her human form. Her wings curled to shield her naked self. She was a pale white dragon and smaller than the average female dragons he met. From the smell of it, he knew this was her first mating season and just like himself, she found no match. It was no surprise. Male dragons typically prefer larger and colorful females to be their mate. But she was his preferable female, his exact type.

Licking his lips, Cassius shifted into his human form. His red hair flowed down his shoulders. The female didn't notice his scent yet so he needs to step closer. And true with his words, the female jolted up when she caught his scent. Her eyes met his and he found her staring at him curiously. Ah, typical.

"I can tell that this is your first mating season, hm? Females should approach the males." He mused, smirking at her. By the fire and gold, she was adorable and ethereal.

"I'm Cassius. Mate-less."