Dark green dragons, once they mature, appear to become an entirely different species. However, this isn’t true. Rather, they burrow underground and get nutrients from their vines. These vines are sometimes referred to as Dragon Grass. These dragons are very violent, and will use their vines to capture, kill, and eat anything that moves, as well as nearby plants. Luckily, their range is limited and they cannot use magic. Dark green dragons tend to be easy to spot since they usually kill all plants around them and thus are usually surrounded by a large clearing.

Dragons are highly-intelligent reptilian creatures that—from a human perspective, at least—appear to live forever. Many different varieties of dragon exist, each with their own unique qualities, habitats, and behavior. Adolescence in dragons is usually marked by the growth of a hatchling’s wings, although not all breeds of dragons grow wings and some breeds have other traits that indicate the beginning of maturation. In Galsreim, dragons and humans coexist peacefully.

There was a time that the grasslands might have known peace; it was a quiet place, disrupted only occasionally by a squabble or songs of rejoice. Never was there reason to fear the earth and the flora that grew from it.

And then, He was born.

It is not unusual for a dragon of His kind to be aggressive and prone to outbursts of extreme nature. But He was silent. He was unmoving. He made no such outbursts, behaved with no more animosity than any of the others who dwelled amiably in the grasslands. His siblings, forever young, thought to leave him alone for the strangeness of his stoic nature.

And then, He grew.

The grasslands have not known love or life since the moment of his blossoming. His siblings were the first sacrificed to the grave of His grasslands, and many others were soon to follow. He bore no name of human origin, but the whispers of His ancestors that claimed Him for the darkest seed they had yet to plant:

Murder.