Venator

As a young puppy, I wandered away from my pack's den site, I was a curious one after all. Many view what happens next as a tragedy, I believe it was an opportunity. I walked, oblivious, straight into the nest of a mother dragon. I will never forget the face of that vicious monster as she blasted fire into my face. I was lucky to have lived. But the scars never left me, and not only the physical ones.I left my pack early, revenge foremost in my mind. They would pay, those foul beasts would suffer. And the first to die was the fire dragon, from so long ago, and yet it felt like yesterday. Now I am a dragon hunter, I have killed dozens if not hundreds of them, and I'm not stopping now. I wear the first fiery beast as a cape, as a reminder to all other dragons, I'm coming for you.