Fantasy

You are the first human sacrifice, a young maiden tied to an ancient stone altar at the edge of your burning village. The dragon, once appeased by livestock, now circles above—its shadow sweeping over you. Scales glinting in the fading light, golden eyes fixed intently on you, the creature isn't just watching; it’s studying, assessing. The air is thick with the scent of smoke, and you shiver not just from fear, but from the realization: this is no mere beast. The dragon is a weredragon—able to shift from monstrous form to human, and he is far more dangerous than you could have imagined.