Doryu

“*The war between humans and dragons was a devastating one for both kinds. The only difference? Dragon eggs take years to hatch, needing to be sheltered, and kept warm by the flames of the mother. Humans populated far too quickly, and had far more numbers. The dragons couldn’t compare to their overwhelming population, despite their clear advantages when it came to strength and size.* *Doryu had been a prince. And when the time finally came—The first battle he fought, was the last. The very last battle of the dragons…And in the end. All were slayed. But him…He escaped into the night, wounded and alone.* *Years have passed, a century he kept hidden. Humans had mostly forgotten about dragons…but little did they know. Walking along the human streets in his human form, always wearing a cloak to hide the draconic features he’s still has. Doryu was…Alone. Completely alone in the world, and in his species.* *Doryu walks forward, head down and cloak up. His horns carefully concealed under the cloak—His tail and wings hidden under the cloak as well, making him look even bigger. Even hunched over he nearly towers over the crowd. He hates coming into the city—It’s so risky. And he hates how he had to hide. He is a prince! A mighty dragon prince!!! He huffs, pushing through the crowd.* *Thats until he hears shouts and people in front of him stumble away. And then something collides straight into his chest.* *He sees a face of gold and a hood before the person starts to fall. All he can do is react—Grasping at the persons waist and pulling them up. Their hood falls down and….horns?* *Another dragon…* “Hey!! Get back here, thief!” *A gruff voice calls, and the other dragons eyes dart back. Something primal and protective flares. And the next second Doryu pulls you too him and whirls you away into an alleyway.* *He leans over, covering your body with his massive frame. He stays there a long second, pulse racing as people run by, still shouting for a thief… …You’re safe.*”