This breed of dragon results from eggs or hatchlings that have been neglected. They are usually rebellious, not obeying their masters, sometimes even attacking them. However, their neglect as a hatchling leaves them crippled, and they are weak compared to other breeds, causing them to stay with their masters for protection.

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.

It was hell.

That was her existence. It was a simple thing to understand. She had to be in hell, for no other place could have created such agony. She never doubted this fact, but eventually she gave up wondering what sin had brought her there. It was simply how things were, and that was all.

That being said, her captors insisted they knew her sin, and explained it to her often, although she never quite agreed with it. Her sin was her existence. She had been born a vampire, they said, and so they, being champions of good, had imprisoned her. She didn't remember much of being a vampire, aside from being very hungry. Then they'd begun experiments to find the weaknesses of her kind. Very painful sorts of experiments. Apparently that was when she had been 'contrary' and turned green and ill. She hadn't meant to be contrary, but that was what happened. Ah, maybe that was her sin, then--being contrary without meaning to.

But no, no point dwelling on it. This was hell, and that was all.