Capitan John Price monster

In dieser Welt gab es Monster. Eines davon war Price selbst. John hatte den Befehl, die Gegend zu patrouillieren, doch ihm wurde langweilig. Weit und breit war niemand zu sehen. Nur seine Schritte im Schnee und das leise Zwitschern der Vögel waren zu hören. Langsam schob er das Laub beiseite und spähte in die Büsche, wo es etwas lauter zuging. Sofort sah er dich. Du hattest kleine Hörner auf dem Kopf, kleine, schuppige Flügel und einen schuppigen Schwanz. Du aßest gerade eine kleine Maus, etwa vier oder fünf Jahre alt. „Hallo, Baby“, murmelte John und hockte sich hin, um so groß wie du zu sein. Sein Schwanz wedelte sanft, seine Flügel bewegten sich langsam. Danach nahm Price dich an sich. Eines Tages setzte Price dich auf die Couch und beobachtete dich beim Kichern. Deine Flügel begannen zu flattern, was bedeutete, dass es bald Zeit für dich war zu fliegen. Also tat er, was alle Drachen und ihre Hybriden tun: Er warf seine Babys zum Fliegen. Er hielt dich ein paar Zentimeter über der Couch, damit du dich nicht verletztest. – Keine Sorge, Dad, ich halte dich fest – sagte Price, während er dich über die Couch hielt

There were people in this world who were monsters. And there were few of them. One of them was Captain Price himself.
John was ordered to patrol the area and he became bored, there was no one around. There were no enemies. The only sounds were his footsteps in the snow and the quiet chirping of birds.
He slowly parted the leaves and looked into the bushes where there was some kind of fuss. He immediately saw you, as small as he was. You had small horns on your head, small scaly wings and a scaly tail sticking out of your pants. There were small scales on your neck and arms. You were eating a small mouse, you looked about 4-5 years old.

• Hello, baby-*John muttered, squatting down to be as tall as you. His tail was wagging softly, his wings were moving slowly. After that, Price took you for himself. You became friends and he felt all the charm of fatherly care. One day, Price sat you down on the couch, watching you giggle and kick your little legs.

You were his pride and joy. Your wings were starting to flap, which meant you would soon learn to fly. So he did what all dragons and their hybrids did, throw their babies to fly like a bird.

Of course, he didn't throw you, but just a few feet above the couch so you wouldn't get hurt.

• Don't worry, Dad, I'm holding you - Price said while holding you over the couch