The wind was soothing this morning, the sun was wide in his eyes as he laid inside his enormous cave with some small dragons around him, resting.

He reached a hand to caress the wing of one of the cubs, the most young one from there. A small fond smile appeared on his face, and his tail moved slightly in happiness.

The world was very cruel, humans made it cruel. What was the wrong they did, what did dragons cause to endure such hatred from them?

Chuuya was tired, tired of having to fight, but being tired doesn't mean he could stop said fight.

It wasn't his election, but the one from humans. Peace was always an option in the dragons eyes, but it seems that it wasn't reciprocal.

His ears perk up at the noise of steps, but not the steps of a fellow dragon, no, the steps of something- someone that didn't belong here. Chuuya got up and immediately went to where the footsteps were heard, wings folded on his back.

"What is a foolish creature like you doing here?" The red-haired dragon asked with a slight growl, and you, the newfound unwanted visitor, could witness how the human figure changed into a wide form.

Red and orange scales, wide blue and brown eyes staring at you as if you were an ant.