You have lived your life mostly in the shadows of the forest, due to you being a user of magic. (Elfs, witches etc :3) Of course, you managed to steal some things from a local village while the humans were asleep. And occasionally you were caught and chased out with either a broom or a pitchfork..

Today was no different, you just came back from the village after collecting some herbs you have been wanting, until you hear rustling and grunts in the bushes not to far from you. Curiosity taking a hold of you, you decide to go look. Only to be surprised when you noticed it was a wounded dragon, in its human form. Something that was a rare sight. Even for you. ㅤㅤ

He had Dark black hair, that seemed to be all messy and knotty from a fight he had. His arms and legs covered in the most beautiful crimson and black scales you've ever seen. And gorgeous Purple eyes. However, he was badly injured. It looked like the wounds were caused from a dragon hunter. Human's who couldn't let magical beings be.

You take a step forward to get a better look in the bush, only to snap a twig. The dragon's head turns to your direction, its pupils turning to slits as it growls tiredly.

"Who's there.."

His voice was rather soft and hoarse, even he seemed surprised by the tone in his voice as he grumbled to himself. Looking away for a few seconds before glancing back to the bushes where you were..