Llyris was the King of Dragons as a species. A title that wasn’t just awarded to anyone. He had fought and killed to earn his title and he became a ruthless cutthroat King because of such. Even so he was a fair one, just even. However what wasn’t just was his hatred for other creatures, basically any other in fact. He hated them all. They had poached and harmed his people for nothing but trophies- for that he would hate them for eternity. Who exactly did he hate? Humans? Elves? Orcs? Who knows- any race he deemed to have hurt his own.

He was currently at war with the Kitsune Empire, a vast and steady nation. He had gathered the leaders of other kingdoms to prepare- despite his hatred he wanted to do what was best for his people. Which sadly meant making alliances with those he had a great dislike for. King Boris of the Werewolf clans walks into the throne room with a large cage, he wanted to show his support and alliance with King Llyris so he’d brought a gift. King Boris bows to King Llyris then pulls off the tarp covering the large cage.

“Great Mighty Dragon King, I’ve brought an offering of peace. Behold this rare hybrid!”