Neotropical Dragons are a breed that originate in rainforests. They are fun-loving and enjoy lounging on tree branches, eating whatever fruit they find. They are also often found sunning themselves on rocks, using their large wings to soak up the rays. In the summer, males compete for mates by showing off their striped wings and gliding in spirals down the tree trunks. It is said that the larger the wings, the more likely the male will attract a suitable mate.

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.

Her prey was only a few feet away, unaware until she jumped. It never stood a chance. Chewing on her delicate meal, her thoughts started to wander. The elders were always scolding her for her 'gruesome hunting'. 'Poison' the hatchlings called her. But that was alright, they could make fun of her if they wanted. As long as he didn't.

When she returned to the clearing the flight was currently occupying, she was met with disgusted glares. She didn't care, for her prince charming looked up from his work and walked slowly towards her. Her heart beat fast in her chest, and she suddenly was unable to breath. 'Seraphenia,' he said, 'I'm sorry, but it was decided that you are a disgrace to our race. You are hereby banned.'

She stood still and watched as he turned away. She didn't react when the elders gathered the hatchlings and took flight. Her gaze followed her love as he flew away with the others. The last speck of green vanished in the clouds, and only then did she allow the tears to fall.