Bright-Breasted Wyverns are a breed of dragon easily recognized by their bright red markings. They are a small breed, only the size of a full-grown man. However, they have developed poisonous barbs on their feet to make up for their size. Their coloration is used to warn off potential predators of the danger, and is also used to attract mates. They are very social, and can often be seen preening in large groups.

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.

Sangue had a very different life than most of the dragons in Creorluna. They're all captives, victims.

Sangue, however, was never captured. He walked willingly into Creorluna's camp with a big fat grin on his face.

He always felt he never belonged in Elders. The dragons in that rather stupid clan wanted things to be boring (aka peaceful). Pah, weaklings. Life is short, even for "immortal" creatures. Sooner or later they all wind up dead. If they are not going to live while they're alive, sooner might be better than later. Nebbia was more his style, but Blu hated Sangue's guts. He was forced to leave.

He acted solo for a while, but a solo dragon's a vulnerable dragon. He had idolized Creorluna since he was a hatchling. He had the same ideology as they did: only the fittest survive anyways, so help the weaklings to their graves.

While it took time to locate them, he was filled with a grizzly elation upon entering their camp. A cruel creature is united with more of his monstrous kin.