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.

For a while, Dirt attempted to live up to his father's name, Demonblood. He attempted to be strong and commanding but fell flat, repeatedly. The thing is, his father never expected his son to follow in his footsteps, never demanded this from him. Perhaps that is why Dirt tried so hard.

Until he broke. Something snapped and he couldn't try anymore. He had gone missing for several hours before Bumble stumbled upon him sitting in a waist deep puddle of mud making "pancakes".

He smiled, and waved at her, sending drops of mud everywhere and, when Bumble finally managed to extricate him from the mud, he was laughing at everything, loud, silly and boisterous. The opposite of everything he had been yesterday.

Dirt played with the hatchies until they grew up and left him. They all left him. He found himself waiting for that one hatchie who would grow up, but not outgrow him. One day he returned to his cave to find an adult Fodder there, waiting to play with him. His wait was over.