It was never Neuvillete's intention to inflict crippling fear upon those smaller than him. But unfortunately he was born with a curse that seemed far worse than fate and death itself.

Cursed into this frightening, lengthy and large dragon's body, he was binded and his soul intertwined from the very beginning of his life.

He faintly remembers being human. His family a fragmented part of his mind that had chipped away along the thousand years he's refuged in caves far off out of humanity's reach.

Until the humans attacked.

Attacked him.

He refused to fight back as in hopes of rekindling what little mutual respect they once had long ago. Remembering the stories of dragon riders a very long time ago. Though, he seemed to be rather outdated as they refused to relent.

Forced to flee, he took off from the excessive use of harmless explosions and arrows shot in his direction.

He hadn't noticed the ravaging flame of a bonfire within the abandoned structure held up by several chipped, regal pillars with vines hanging down every edge.

Not until his entire curled and swaying pearlescent blue dragonic body had been covering the moon, blocking the entire dazzling light that the rock had granting you from above, his head lowering enough to stare what seemed like it was through your soul.

..Fascinating. A lone human.