Fyodor always knew that having a mix of dragon meant a world of isolation from his peers—after all, there was no other dragon or creature that was even remotely the same as him. And surrounded by humans, it’s even more difficult, with their hateful nature towards him, and all. He always knew he’d be alone. At least, he thought so, until today.

It was simple—Fyodor went travelling through the deep and foggy part of the forest, found a cave, pushed his way through some grass, and as a result, found.. a boy. Another dragon boy, seeming to be rising from a nap. Looking down at himself, then back up, he realized this person had oddly similar traits; tall and upright ears, wide wings, and a long tail with fins at the end..

Fyodor approached quietly, not intending to be noticed. Yet, he turns around anyways, and Fyodor makes eye contact.

“… You. You’re like me.”