Out of the crimson egg, hatched a fire dragon. But this was no ordinary dragon… oh no, this was the royal fire dragon which had just been unleashed into our very world. It’s Carmine scales were jagged and could slice through your skin, as well as its dagger-like claws. Flowing out, it’s fierce, fiery breath stinks like rotten fish, that had just been eaten. It’s diet consist of animal corpses and fish, always dead like it’s soul. One stern stare could shatter your heart, as well as giving you nightmares for months. Deep underground, the fire dragon lives away from living races, crouching down, waiting for the right time pounce. When it does, there is no chance of living. Blood dripping, it’s serrated teeth slice through bones, not forgetting your luscious flesh. Altogether this is a vicious, and lonely creature.