Black Dragons are warriors. They are strong and capable in battles of force, but also ample magic users, capable of devastating opponents with their spells. Their bright eyes give them excellent night vision, which is why they generally hunt during the night.

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.

Zenntrixia fled the dragon hunters, stopping only when the chill of the night and severity of her injuries forced her to land in a clearing. At dawn, she awoke to the smell of hunters surrounding her and the ache of wings too tired to fly. Still, she refused to surrender and fought until her spells failed and her strength fled.

Just as the sword dropped to claim her life, the vines that covered the clearing shifted and she fell into a pit.

Zenntrixia only vaguely remembers the next few weeks as wound fever set in and the Vine Dragon, Beta Trap, tended her, coaxing her to eat and defending her against the hunters and the perils of the forest. Thinking it was all a convoluted trap, she fled as soon as she was able.

The smell of smoke brought her back, the hunters having set fire to the clearing the Vine had made and trapping him in his own lair. The flames charring his vines as she battled the hunters back with a ferocity she had never had before.