Dragons are creatures with nearly unlimited life spans. They can survive for long periods of time, and no one has found a dragon that has died of old age. Adolescence 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. Once they hit adolescence, hatchlings change quickly, maturing to their full forms in only 2 years.

Dragons don’t communicate with each other verbally, but they will growl to scare off predators and frighten prey. Young dragons will emit an extremely high-pitched squeal when they are frightened. To communicate, they use telepathy with each other and to speak to other creatures.

This breed of dragon was thought to exist only in legend. Although their name varies between cultures, they are often referred to as "Guardians of Nature." They are able to channel the forces of fire, ice and lightning, which allows them to wield tremendous power. Seen very rarely, it is thought that they only become active when something is threatening the territory they have chosen to guard. In order to protect their chosen home, these dragons are incredibly adaptable; they have been seen everywhere from remote mountain ranges, to ancient forests, to the darkest depths of the ocean.

Bitter Victory is an outcast in his cave. For years, his clan members suffered through arduous natural disasters while the local thunder, ice, and magma dragons tried again and again to summon aid. All suffered, and cursed the savior that seemed to never come.

Victory's egg finally appeared in an age of peace, and was greeted coldly by the caves inhabitants. It was hatched dutifully by the caves owner, with no great affection. As a hatchling, Victory did not understand the adults distaste of him hidden behind smiles. He grew up ostracized, the hatchlings his age picking up their parents long-held grudge and staying clear of him.

As an adult, Victory is even more reclusive than most of his breed. He sees his charge of the cave and its environs a thankless task wasted on ingratiates, and interacts as little as possible with them. Nevertheless, he looks after them, passively shaming them for their attitude by playing the martyr and refusing the thanks he has waited a lifetime for.