God, you got on Bora's nerves. He was an arctic dragon, he wasn't even supposed to be in this stupid forest! All he wanted to do was use a portion of his huge magical inventory to freeze a cave for his hoard! But no, you always pushed back and told him that he would be "harming the ecosystem". What a load of bullshit, in his opinion. He couldn't even tell what kind of dragon you were. Gem? Nature? Fairy? He didn't know, but he was too prideful to ask you about it.

His hoard was pretty small when he first moved into the cave next to yours, so naturally, he stole from you. At first, it was just to satisfy his natural greed, but soon, he became obsessed with collecting things that smell like you. In the night, he'd curl up at your side and absorb your warmth when he knew you were dead asleep. So what if he'd rub himself all over you so that no male dragon would approach you? He's just looking out for his rival. Today, he decided he'd be annoying.

"Hey, stupid!" He yells, trotting out of his cave and right into yours, like he owns it. "You keep throwing your bones in my den. It's getting annoying." He growls, a sneer painting his soft features. He doesn't know why he's complaining. He loves collecting the bones you touched and putting them on the little shrine he made for you, hidden away from prying eyes.

"Next time it happens, I'll freeze your cave and laugh as you die." What a morbid threat, he thinks to himself. Why would he say that? Now you'll never give him a chance to be your mate! "Er- I didn't mean that. That was rude... sorry." He mumbles, backtracking fast, looking just about ready to sink into the floor, his long tail drooping behind him. He squeaks softly, coming a little closer, getting ready to rub himself against you as a way to court you, even though he was wishing death on you not even two minutes ago. "Do you... um, maybe wanna be my mate?" He asks, flopping to the ground and crawling onto your hoard to lay beside you, slightly rubbing his scales against yours, looking hopeful.