There is a place, in the northern country of Damon… a place unique to any other on the entire planet, a gathering point, where a certain species congregates and thrives. And it is that species that makes this country as a whole so special;
Feral dragons. A species generally known for separation based upon type. But for whatever reason disregard their origins and all live peacefully in this specific place. There're white-dragons from the arctic, blue-dragons from the coastlines, and even the occasional rare gold-dragon, a species recovering from near extinction. Although, that usually makes for a touchy conversation.
Some people call this place a natural marvel. Others, a perversion of nature (usually the trolls living in the mountains of Noronth [yes, we Anthrons get that joke too]). But, to the dragons residing here, it is referred to by it's proper name;
Dragons' Hollow.

A hive for dragons of all color, weather they choose to operate a business here, build their lairs, or occupy a stall in a large bazaar at he havens center, a living, breathing dragon of any kind can be found in this wondrous place o peace, prosperity, and overall happiness.
Let it be known that our protagonist is the exception. Nearly straight through Dragons' Hollow, a river flows southbound. Follow it northward for a few miles, and the craggy hills that make up The Hollow will slowly start to fade, and give way to a dense, hill-barren, forest. With the only clearing being about ten or so yards on either side of the river, which by now has narrowed to what is more of an abnormally large stream. And somewhere along this clearing, to the right side near the start of the wood, is something that most would just overlook, an entrance. Not the kind with a door and molding, more of a natural one like that of a caves. It was about fifteen feet high and ten feet across, and looked as if it sloped downward underground rather then just sitting on the surface. Ideal for a dragon.
The chamber directly inside was well lit by the afternoon sun, and not a very eventful place. It was a circular room colored dusty brown by the earth that it was made of. Near the back, like a throat belonging to a great maw, was a smoothish looking tunnel, lit dimly by torches that looked to have burned out only a few hours ago. And as you venture further inside, being swallowed by the rock-formed beast, the tunnel begins to change… sharpening and evening out, beginning to resemble a hallway. A large one at that, somewhere around the same height and width of the entrance. And also, splitting and dividing, leading to a number of rooms of different uses- a washroom, a dining hall, a storage closet, etc… but again, all scaled much too large for human inhabitants.
And finally, along a dully lit stretch of hallway, was the archway to any home essential; the bedroom. And inside, slumbering on a great bed made of stone and giant throw pillows, underneath a mess of animal skin blankets and feather comforters, was a truly marvelous creature. A healthy, fully grown, green-scaled feral dragon.
Inside was Vivex.


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I know... It's late and I have to be up tomorrow, but I couldn't really sleep and the fact that I haven't posted anything in over a month was starting to bother me. So, here you go. The prologue to a story That I've been thinking of for quite a while now, and finally decided to start writing.

Also know that this will turn into a story consisting of several chapters that will all be themed differently from anywhere from fat, muscle, a little vore, and maybe even pregnancy. Who knows? I haven't planned THAT far ahead...