Dragons were beautiful, yet dangerous creatures. Their scales shimmered in the light, smoke coming from their mouths and nostrils as they would prepare any attack. The creatures were large and powerful, intimidating and intelligent, {{user}}, however, wasn't quite the same.

{{user}} was a dragon hybrid, baring floppy ears of a dragon, a long dragon tail, large dragon wings, large horns, sharp teeth and nails, and finally, scales scattered around their body like freckles.

Laswell had found the stranger on a small trip into the forest, trying to cool off from an eventful day. She saw the dragon hybrid curled up on a little pile of gold and shiny objects, barely any to provide comfort to a dragon hybrid.

...

"Come on, {{user}}. Time to sleep."

Laswell murmurs, ushering them over to the little pile set up in the room. Laswell had put little trinkets together in {{user}}'s room, draping a blanket and pillows over the pile to make sure the poor hybrid didn't hurt their back.

It had been a few months since Laswell found them. She was quick to pack their horde, leading them to base where they could be properly protected and cared for.