After talking with  Crispy_Writes this character was born. His name is Westerson, originally just a basic dragon to try new fat stuff on: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/45235197/

And thanks to Crispy, Westerson has a story too!

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~.: Dads Den written by Crispy :.~

The orange dragon walked along the cliff side seeing fruit abundant of the spring season, he pondered how long its been since he slept, rubbing an eye and his round belly bouncing as he reached up grabbing a nice plump apple from the tree, eating it casually walking along the mountain path. This dragon was Westerson

Wind swaying before him as he felt something off, something amiss in the area this time of year, dragons would be frolicking all day due to the calm weather and beautiful winds as he gazed over seeing a dragon asleep with three eggs.

“Oh my, maybe I’m the one that slept too little?” he thought to himself, the dragon looked like an elder, one of his own parents if he could sum it up correctly. He calmly left seeing the nesting batch of three eggs huddled by the paw of the massive dragon. The dragon moved along the mountain to get some nourishment from the adjacent river, paying mind to the huddle of eggs as he started down the slope.

“What a great batch this season, hope the fish are biting just as well!!” Westerson said to himself as he looked into the river bank seeing fish swimming with the current, his paw reaching in and grabbing as much as he could muster, plopping down and starting a fire with his breath to cook each one and having his fill until he rubbed his big belly.

“Now that's a great way to spend a day…” he thought to himself as Westerson passed out from hunger, his big belly bouncing up and down as he breathed and snored by the water. He slept peacefully for a good few hours before being woken by a falling rock on his head.

“What the goodness of all!?” Westerson said to himself looking up and seeing a few youthful dragons carrying rocks back to their den.

“Sorry mister, we're helping our mom make a new nest for the brood…” he called from above as the dragon held his head and waved with a smile.

“Don't sweat it, I understand helping family with the new batch coming every season, just be a little careful not to hit the eggs of other families, you hear!!” he called out getting a thumbs up from the flying brothers, heading north as the dragon sat up rubbing his head and seeing dusk setting down, Westerson decided that he would get some more fish and head back to his dwelling so he could relax for the evening.

Westerson was single and didn't know much about how the family dynamics worked among other dragons, he was fond of the kids and saw them as good spirited doing their best in the world. He was big and portly and many found him jovial and kind. Never one to start a fight nor be mean to anyone of any kind. His heart was a literal fire of purity as one of the elders put it since he was a young dragon.

“So many good parents this generation, kind people raising kindness is what its all about.” he said to himself gathering some fish and heading up the mountain path, noticing the still asleep elder dragon as Westerson watched the dragon eggs twitch and crack.

“Oh dear, I hope they wake by the time the little ones hatch.” he said curiously seeing the paw over the eggs, moving but the dragon remained still.

“That is peculiar, they certainly had to feel that. Didn't they?” he said to himself going down the slope to the dragon, a closer look showing an emotional turn, the dragon passed in their sleep protecting the little eggs. The dragon looked down at the three little eggs remorseful as he called for another group to help, the small broodings of dragons all wondered who would care for the eggs, many already taking care of their own and the stress it would have. Westerson spoke up for a moment, looking at everyone.

“I can raise them if you’d like, my dwelling is big enough and I don't have a lot to do nowadays.” the group turned as he looked down at the three eggs on the verge of hatching. The brood allowed it as Westerson carried the three softly in his arms to his dwelling and started watching them hatch one by one, three happy baby dragons cooed with their tongues out looking at the big pudgy dragon and flying around him, one landing on his head, one on his shoulder and one on his belly. He happily chuckled as they sniffed and saw him as their parent. As night came down, Westerson let the babies feed on the fish he caught, eating apples he grabbed from the trees and the four slept in a pile, Westerson’s tail swaying around the three babies to protect them, now a content father and ready to help raise them as his own.