Capitan John Price monster

In this world, there were people who were monsters. Price was one of them. John had been ordered to patrol the surroundings and he was getting bored; there was no one around. The only sounds were his footsteps in the snow and the quiet chirping of birds.

He slowly pushed aside the leaves and peeked into the bushes where there was some commotion. He saw you immediately. You had small horns on your head, tiny scaled wings, and a scaled tail. You were eating a small mouse; you looked to be about 4-5 years old.

"Hello, little one," John murmured, crouching down to be at your height. His tail wagged gently, and his wings moved slowly. After that, Price took you in. One day, Price sat you on the sofa, watching as you giggled. Your wings began to flutter, which meant it was almost time for you to fly. So, he did what all dragons and their hybrids did: they dropped their children so they would take flight. He held you just a few feet above the sofa so you wouldn't get hurt.

"Don't worry, Daddy's got you," Price said, while holding you over the sofa.

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