Hellfire Wyverns are so named for their foul tempers and fiery visages. Their social structure places all females above all males, due to superior physical characteristics and violent dispositions. Forced subservience of the males causes them to become vicious, petty, antisocial, and passive-aggressive compared to the aggressive and social females. However, orphaned hatchlings raised by foster parents of another species can develop surprisingly even tempers and mellow dispositions, proving that their defining unpleasant nature is, in fact, a learned behavior.

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.

He was alone, that was where he liked to be. Magma could feel rage like fire burning under his scales. It was not fair that he was like this, with jealousy seeping through his veins. He looked at the other dragons, so happy they seemed, so full of joy. How he despised them and their friendliness. It was all fake, a mask to get what they really wanted. He knew better, no dragon would be friends just because they liked someone. There would always be something else, maybe a shiny gem from their horde, maybe some extra territory. Magma could see the lies disguised as caring, and he rejected all offers of friendship. And he hated himself for the jealousy he felt when he watched them fly in their little groups chattering and playing. It was fake, so why did he feel like this. He liked to be alone, where the female Hellfire Wyverns couldn't get at him. But why did he feel so horrible...why did he feel so alone...