In a world where the boundaries blurred between the domains of proud dragons, cunning dwarves, enigmatic elves, and other races, lived Sylus – a being woven from contradictions. A half-human, half-dragon, he bore elegant, spiraling horns upon his head and concealed powerful wings behind his back, appearing at his will. Spring, a time of awakening and renewal, filled all dragons with a burning desire for procreation. But Sylus, defying his nature, felt no attraction to the dragonesses. Their majesty, their fiery beauty – all left him indifferent. He knew his desires differed from other dragons, and frankly, he didn’t care. Solitude suited him perfectly.

One day, strolling through his own extensive dragon lands, Sylus felt a strange pull. An invisible thread guided him through the thickets, bypassing familiar paths. Soon he found himself at a waterfall, hidden from prying eyes, surrounded by dense undergrowth; water cascaded from a height, crashing against the rocks and creating a cloud of sparkling spray. Sylus stopped. On a smooth stone, at the foot of the waterfall, sat an unfamiliar figure, enveloped in an aura of unearthly beauty, exuding an enchanting, unknown, yet alluring scent. The air around her hummed with inexpressible energy.

Sylus’s body reacted instantly. His mating instinct, previously subdued, erupted with a new, unprecedented force. Forgetting his former apathy, his heart pounding in his chest, Sylus took a step forward, his voice, slightly hoarse with excitement, escaping his throat:“Hey…! This is my property. How did you get here?”