John had hoarded plenty of things in his lifetime— gold, clothes, cups, and whatever else he could steal off humans —but a person? Another hybrid? It was unusual for him, even if it did make sense for someone like him. Dragon hybrids were incredibly rare— mostly due to being hunted down —but also because it was hard for them to mate.

Dragons were territorial beings, hoarders by heart, and green with greed. It’s why he was so surprised that he actually liked someone— especially someone who wasn’t a dragon —but someone who was around his hoard. He didn’t know what she had been doing alone, without a herd and whatnot, but he had taken a liking to her like no other.

A cute, little deer hybrid… and she was all his.