I was walking home from work one night, only concerned that I get home before some mugger or weirdo finds me.
The dragonboy sat quietly in the darkness of the forest, his red skin made black by the shadows. The dragonboy spends most of his time hidden away from the outside world, living in solitude inside of a massive network of caves in the local mountains, his only company is the gold and jewels that he hordes. At his massive size it would seem impossible for his existence to be kept hidden from the humans that live outside. There are stories of monsters and demons inside the caverns, which had long ago been cast down as folklore. Anyone who has ever met the dragonboy never got a chance to tell their story.
His red eyes peered down onto the dark road, lit only by the occasional, flickering streetlight. He perked up as a clicking sound began to echo into the forest. His eyes followed the sound until he spotted her. His lips curled in a grin, revealing an ivory wall of teeth. They were