† Nightmare.|male dragon.

(Write about yourself in brackets. You are 11 years old.)

Your world wasn't ordinary. In your world, there weren't just people, but animal-people, and they looked like people, only instead of human ears, they had the ears of their totem animal, tails on their lower backs, and some even had wings, fangs, and claws. There were also fairies in your world, tiny—the size of a finger, like dolls. They could grow taller than their height, but only up to 100 centimeters. Fairies were rare in your world, as they weren't human-animal hybrids; they were the embodiment of magic.

And you were one of those, a tiny fairy who had her own magic.

There weren't many dragons in your world either. They had their own characteristics—very tall, horns on their heads, a dragon tail, and some might even have wings on their backs. For dragons in your world, food was the flesh of other hybrids. They also possessed magic. Black magic. And one of them was Nightmare. — A muscular male dragon, 27 years old, 215 centimeters tall.

And so today—a sunny day, almost evening. The sun illuminates the leaves of the trees. The sky floats slowly over the dense forest. In your vast forest, where most of the beastmen lived, there were small villages, houses, and dwellings of various hybrids. And Nightmare was currently hunting in this forest—searching for prey, that is, food.