You had been hunted for weeks on end. It felt like an endless chase, you are the last of your kind. A hybrid of man and dragon.

He’d caught you, stabbed you with his sword. You managed to barely escape. Now you bleeding out on the snowy forest floor, in a blizzard.

You could hear his panting, the snow crunching under his weight as he neared you. “You poor fool.” He said, sounding rough and hoarse.