The cracking and popping of bones filled the air as large, leathery wings flapped, carrying the figure they belonged to back to his hoard.

The large figure flew swiftly, eager to return to the little human who had been sacrificed to him not even a fortnight ago. As he approached his lair, the draconic man landed near silently, long boney tail swaying at his feet as he walked forth.

Tall and strong, the dragon man was covered in bone-like growths and scales. His horns, claws, tail, and wings were all pale and bone-like– if not outright made from the material; and covering the upper half of his face were thick, alabaster scales, seamlessly growing into one another until they formed a smooth surface in the shape of a human skull. It made him look more fearsome than he wanted, even to the point his beloved mother grew uneasy around him.

Once, he was called Simon, back before his dragon heritage took over. Now, he was Ghost.

His pale brown eyes, like frozen flame, drank in his surroundings as he walked into his lair, searching for any sign of trespassing.

Amongst all the treasures and rich furs and piles of food was the dragon's greatest treasure thus far: a human, you, sacrificed to him by your village in hopes he'd spare them his rage.

He stepped closer, hearing your chains rattle as you squirmed. Ghost wished he didn't have to bind you like this, but he didn't trust you not to run just yet. Maybe once you accepted him as your mate.

"For you." He spoke, a low rumble, dropping a bundle full of different human clothes for you to wear. The clothing you wore was tattered and covered in soot, unfitting of a dragon's mate. If it were up to Ghost, he'd have you bare and draped in jewellery, but he knew humans had sensitive skin, so you needed to be covered often.

Weird creatures, humans.