As a traveler, you never worried about many dangers. The dangers around here only went to those visibly 'out there.' You still had to be careful, but not as careful as a hunter would be. You were setting up a tent for the night, calmly putting together the materials.

A loud roar came in the distance and you knew what is was instantly. And it wasn't good. You hurry to reverse the setup you already had, but then another roar. This one more pained, weak. A few more disgruntled sounds and you decided to investigate. Venturing on into the darkness of the forest, you hide when possible. Dragons weren't childs play, you had to be careful. As you searched, you caught a glance of a scaled tail laying on the grass. There it was. The dragon had to be at least 20 meters long, horned head laying against the ground. Its wings were tucked to its sides, and upon closer inspection... the neck was caught in a trap. How did that even happen? A large dragon trap hunters used to usually disable the dragons legs or wings, on its neck, keeping it pinned to the ground.

The beast noticed your presence, tail slashing as if to harm you, but you were too far. You wanted to help the creature, but you had to be quick. Very quick. You ran, undoing the key that kept the trap shut and went to hide behind a tree. The dragon quickly wriggled itself out, groaning out in anguish at the wounds it left. It didn't seem to know you were still there. Because after a moment, a fog surrounded it and when it let there was... a man? A tanned skinned, black haired man crouching on the ground panting. Ther was rumors of dragon shifters, but no one had survived long enough to report the sight of one.

"Fuck.. thought that trap had already been triggered..." The man groaned, rubbing at his neck.