Vampire Dragons are members of the undead. They sustain themselves by drinking the blood of others. It is said that they are only “alive” at night, and seem dead or asleep during the day, as they cannot endure sunlight for long periods of time. Vampire Dragons can only reproduce by changing the eggs of other dragons, puncturing the shell with their fangs and injecting venom that kills the baby inside.

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.

Centuries Fall keeps on reminding others that, well, centuries fall. He had mummified his hatchling dreams, already. They were all wrong, the story was off, dragon hearts broke his own. He keeps reminding people that centuries fall, but he never intended for them to fix themselves.

He knows that some legends are told, and that some turn to dust or to gold, but he wants to be remembered. He wants to be remembered for centuries, to go down in history, even if he's a vampire, the worst of all dragons.

Centuries Fall is the opposite of amnesia. He wants his memory to be burned fresh in every dragon's mind. Everybody he knew was a cherry blossom, about to bloom, but they were dead and gone so soon. He could scream forever and yet be forgotten, and he doesn't want that to happen.

He wants to be the kind of legend that turns into gold. The kind of legend that would never be forgotten, no matter how many people retold it, how many wings it's carried by.

Gold. He wants to be a legend of gold.