The dragon awoke in an unfamiliar place. It was surrounded by thick iron bars with a metal top and bottom. A small bowl was placed at the corner with a strange looking pebble set inside. A dripping fountain poured down into a sink of water. The dragon was lounging on a comfy red cushion, he felt strangely at ease in this tight space.

Across from the dragon was a sinister looking face, it had full cheeks with a heavily powdered face. It was none one other than Lady Roosta herself. “Why what a good fine specimen you are! I’ll be sure to dress you up for the next beauty contest.” She poked her finger at the dragon before quickly retracting it.

The dragon was still too groggy to make note of the situation. After all, this cushion was more than comfortable to the dragon. He could stay here forever if life presented the opportunity, yet he’d already switched to the escape mode per say. He instinctively wanted to be out of the hands of such ugly creatures. Why did they desire to capture him so badly?

Lady Roosta left the room and the dragon was left in peace for a moment’s notice. It quickly shook itself awake and began searching for the exit route. It had little knowledge of its location, but it understood it was surrounded by unyielding bars. These iron bars were molded in such a way to prevent a dragon from gnawing on it and bending its way out.

The dragon ignorantly bit hard into the iron bar, leaving indentures of its teeth marks in the metal. “GYahhhhHHH!” The dragon exclaimed, it frantically darted about until it tripped and fell into its pool of drinking water. With a quick roll out of the water bowl, the dragon slammed its head into another bar before walking backwards into its food bowl. Submerged in pebbled food, the dragon began to sniff at the food eagerly, its tail wagged with zest. The dragon began wharfing down the food like a cannibal who’d just gotten his hands on some meat.

Before he knew it, the bowl was empty and he was licking the crumbs into his mouth. Lady Roosta came back in with her powdered face and elaborate looking dress, “Why! If it isn’t my hungry dragon! Aren’t you just a delight?” Her fake blonde hair and clip-on eyelashes were a testament to her persona. She bent down a little further, peering into the cage. “We need to get you fattened up and when you’re big and strong we’ll eat ya!” She exclaimed, laughing as if the dragon didn’t understand--which it didn’t.

In fact, the dragon was too busy fighting off the warring flames inside the pit of its many stomachs. Like an enriching gas from the deep crevices of the earth, something magnificent was ignited inside of the dragon as it bellowed forth into a marshy geyser from hell itself. A beautiful red flame erupted from the dragon’s mouth, bursting forth and past the iron bars. Lady Roosta began to scream in incredible pain as her face was seared by the powerful flame that continued its onslaught onto her body. The dress caught fire and Lady Roosta along with it.

The dragon felt much better after it finished its large burp, apparently dragon pebbles were quite gassy. Lady Roosta even went as far as to buy the name brand pebbles as well, poor woman. The red dragon craned its neck as it tried to interpret this new message, it was starting to comprehend words on a small scale.

Fire-Breathing Level 1 Unlocked!

The dragon was sure that the word ‘unlocked’ meant 'gained' in some sort of caveman definition. The dragon knew this prompt was enriching and a good experience for him, so he danced and wagged his tail as Lady Roosta burned alive. He was glad he was steadily growing. Honestly, the dragon felt lonely without his brothers and sisters. He wanted to go see them.

He turned towards Lady Roosta who was still making a lot of noise. It was annoying that she couldn’t quiet down. The dragon only wanted peace and quiet. It also took note of the half melted iron bar that was dripping with a liquid from the top. His breath had melted the bar just a bit it had seemed. The dragon could fit through the hole if it tried, but it was awfully tired after that one large dragon breath. It decided to sit back down and take a nap.

It awoke to a different sensation than before. One was a putrid smell that was devoid of all resemblance of good. Two, an arrangement of screens that appeared as soon as it opened its eyes. It quickly tried to gather its senses as it pushed itself up on its feet. The dragon had beautiful red scales that were ever-present as always.

+LEVEL UP

+1 TO ALL STATS For killing your first human you have gained 5 INT!

As if by dismissing these prompts, the dragon immediately felt a surge of intelligence vibrate throughout its body. Although the actual effect was very little, since dragons were creatures famous for their old age and wisdom. Most dragons would live for at least a century if they made it to the adolescent period. Which is plenty of time to garner knowledge befitting of a mythical creature.

To the simple red dragon who grew quickly, the intelligence boost was an immediate recognition of its basic bodily functions. It could now recognize the purpose of certain things but not entirely grasp them. It knew that its wings were for flying, and its mouth was for eating. It just didn’t know why it had to eat or fly, even though it wasn’t really a great flyer at the moment.

The dragon squeezed out of the cage and began to chew up some of Lady Roosta’s charred remains. The remains weren’t exactly tasty, but it was an addicting taste to the dragon. It liked the taste of humans and found it an enjoyable experience to eat them. It would continue to do this for a while until it found itself full, and then it’d do it again after a break.

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Tommy’s POV:

“There’s something very strange about a shit-covered dragon that calmly accepts capture. There is also something incredibly strange about finding a random dragon on the street, but I’ll never be able to fathom that the damn dragon ruined my suit!” Tommy said. He cursed in the mirror as he thought about that ugly dragon he detested.

He looked at himself in the mirror before wiping himself clean and taking the bucket of wash-water outside to dump. He hadn’t exactly lived the best life here at the Roosta residence, but he was getting paid and that was all that mattered. Lady Roosta had never been a great person and never would be.

She’d often whip him for her own sexual arousal and talk about degrading things in inappropriate places. “How many times does she have to grab my dick through my pants?” Tommy spoke to himself as he re-entered the mansion with a blush across his face. He didn’t want to admit that he thoroughly enjoyed their ‘sessions.’

Not that he enjoyed them in a prideful way, but all of the hardcore stuff had made it harder for Tommy to get sexual arousal as of late. It was also a rare occurrence for a noble woman to have sex with her servants. Tommy of course wasn’t a noble, he’d been raised in a lousy pittance of a household, yet he was doing great here.

With a little cash earning, he’d send off a portion of his earnings back home to his elderly mother and father. Not that he really wanted to waste his money on his old senile parents, but he believed in the philosophical concept of equivalent exchange. The logic simply proposes that a man must care for the ones who cared for him. “You can raise a child, but that child should care for you in your older years.” He said out loud. Tommy was delusional and lonely, hence the self-talk.

He grabbed a bottle of alcohol from a nearby cabinet and began to chug it while no one was around. Tommy was a drunk, he’d gotten addicted to the stuff in his teen years and just had to get his fix. One of the many perks of being a servant of Lady Roosta of course. Tommy downed the bottle before sticking it in his back pocket. He was feeling stupidly horny, and went looking for Lady Roosta.

“Where the fuck is she!?” He became frustrated, travelling throughout all the mansion’s rooms and calling for her name in desperate agony. The pain of erection riled him endlessly, he wanted a whipping of great magnitude for his bad behavior. Tommy didn’t want to admit he was submissive, but deep down he knew he was.

The smell of a recent fire entered the nostrils of the black-haired man. His disjointed nose and ugly freckled face became pale with the smell of something horrid and rotten. An incredibly disgusting smell beyond anything he’d ever stumbled upon in his life. It was like death had entered the room, and his spine began to tingle as he entered the dragon’s room.

The sight was unimaginable. The red dragon was gorging out on Lady Roosta’s right arm--or what was left of it. It was almost completely gone, and she looked like a completely burnt pancake. Her ripples of fat were black and charred, and her hair was an elaborate mess of ash.

Tommy did the only logical thing he could think of at the time. He threw up, and he kept throwing up. Those corn kernels? Mixed with stomach acid all over the marble floor and into a runny mess running down Tommy’s jawline. He was an ugly mess as he gagged. The erection was long gone, he was merely disgusted with his sense of reality. Was this only a dream?

Of course it wasn’t a dream! He had to get vengeance for Lady Roosta, and immediately tarnish this dragon’s wings! Without retribution, her funeral will be unfinished. Tears streamed down Tommy’s eyes as he grabbed a vase from the shelf nearby and prepared to smash the small dragon with it from above. “I fucking hate dragons!”

Red Dragon’s POV:

The dragon hadn’t been aware of the presence of Tommy until after it hit him. The vase that is. The vase shattered into pieces around the dragon and made it feel almost dizzy. It immediately recognized that it was in a state of danger and tensed up after the prompt appeared.

You have suffered blunt damage -25 HP

The dragon’s response was to hinge its claws into the closest thing possible, and that would be Tommy’s leg. Its claws sunk into the flesh of his leg like butter and a silver spoon. It was remarkable and easy for the dragon to do, and it made Tommy scream painfully. He wailed as he hobbled back and against the wall. He ended up hitting something that could fall on him, which was ironically a vase. It shattered on top of his head and knocked him out cold immediately.

The dragon detached from Tommy’s leg, still weary if he was in the clear. A small twitch came from the center of Tommy’s pants, making the dragon jump back in anxiety. It had no idea what kind of deadly creature could pop out from such a crevice, and it didn’t want to know. It was curious of its brothers and sisters though. It wanted family-time even though it had only been away from the town for a day.

Name: Attributes: Skills: Race: Dragon (Common) STR: 13 Stealth: 1 Level: 4 AGI: 14 Hunger Resistance: 2 Age: 3 Days DEX: 11 Meditation: 2 Gender: Male END: 12 Flying: 3 HP: 180 INT: 23 Fire-Breathing: 1 MP: 250

WIS: 15