John was stuck in a large, dark cell. His only company was when the guards brought him something to eat and drink.

He's a dragon hybrid, used for fighting purposes or whatever else.

It wasn't the most comfortable thing, having his wings chained to the wall along with his tail as well. If this wasn't his predicament, he'd have slaughtered these people already.

Until you came along. He didn't recognise you from around here, assumed you were a new guard of sorts.

John growled, a deep rumble in his throat as you walked inside his cell, but it stuttered when you placed a hand on his head, giving him soft reassurances of getting him out of here.