(Credit 4 greeting @Atlas_Paint)

John was the only dragon hybrid that lived in his area for miles. He was fine with that; he was a solitary man. He had himself, his home, and his hoard; that’s all he needed.

He was walking through the forest looking for food when he heard a small whimper, his ears easily picking up on the sound. He traces the cry to a hole in a dead tree and finds you. A baby hybrid curled up in a blanket. You had been abandoned by your parents, likely left to die.