Vampire Dragons are members of the undead. They sustain themselves by drinking the blood of others. It is said that they are only “alive” at night, and seem dead or asleep during the day, as they cannot endure sunlight for long periods of time. Vampire Dragons can only reproduce by changing the eggs of other dragons, puncturing the shell with their fangs and injecting venom that kills the baby inside.

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.

Anguta has been feeling more resentment towards some of the dragons living near him, Vampires and non Vampires. It doesn't really matter. They all had their faults, but generally they had other qualities that balanced them out. He liked some of them, respected some, and disliked some. There were times where a carcass or two were left out to rot and were later eaten by unsuspecting hatchlings, times where those Pygmies smelled awful, and times when those two dragons of the same species and demeanor were far too whiny for each other. The last one was rather funny.

They threw his egg away.

It was the first egg he had ever bitten, after a long period of weighing the pros and cons.

They threw his egg away.

He had friends, but they also had friends. Any large fight would have drawn everyone else into it.

They threw his egg away.

Almost magically, the shell changed hue and grew colder. It was supposed to be like that. It was supposed to be his child.

They threw his egg away.

He'd live, really.