~During The Golden Age of Dragons…~

Yharon hummed quietly, sitting within the Dragons’ Aerie. The sacred island, only accessible by dragons - specifically ones bestowed upon with an Auric Soul. It was their sanctuary. Where Dragons came to rest after a busy day of protecting the lands of Terraria. For some to be born anew under the watchful eye of the Dragon of Rebirth, Yharon himself.

However, today was unusually quiet. Yharon let out a huff, spreading his wings in order to stretch them. The dragon of rebirth stood, looking around the Aerie quietly for a moment, and then taking flight - soaring down to the lands of the jungle below. He tucked his wings, golden eyes scanning his surrounding. His crimson fur swayed slightly in the wind, his golden horns reflecting the sunlight with grace.

“The land of mortal beings… Mmm. What a wonder.”

He’d sigh quietly, before something caught his eye. Yharon turned his attention toward it, his interest caught by what could be either a simple lifeform.. or, perhaps something more.