the blazing town. Dragons were running every which way to escape the angry, dangerous beast, but to no avail. No one had ever seen such a creature as this before.

distinguished as a member of any known beastclan and it certainly wasn’t a dragon. It had ashy gray scales and orange fur, which gave it the appearance of being on fire.

It was almost peaceful to the angry being.

town: that is, except for the blacksmith’s. The small hut was built sturdily with the strongest rock and brick the town had to offer.

last of the townspeople.

that his entire town had been destroyed. Due to hatching prematurely, the young dragon was born hard of hearing and could not hear the screams of his people.

[Elaborate Hephaestus backstory]

flinch.

moment to attempt to identify it, and the goblin took advantage of this to get the upper hand, attacking him with flames. The wildclaw was mostly unharmed due to his forging armor. The beast became even more enraged by this and attacked the dragon’s unprotected face, burning his eyes. He let out a terrified and pained shriek, which shook the goblin to his core.

gazed outside to the ashes that once were a proud town. He stepped out of the building, still looking around. The no longer raging beast took in the destruction and could no longer feel peaceful like he had before. He felt regret. He felt sadness. He felt sick to his stomach. He looked back to his paws, which caused such damage, and thought ‘What have I done?’

whose eyes he had burnt. It was alive! The goblin rushed towards the now blinded dragon, intending to help the sole survivor of his rampage, but as he gently touched the dragon, it reacted violently, shoving itself backward and away from the perceived threat, falling over debris in the process.

him out of the smoldering forge. While this was happening, both the dragon and goblin felt the strange sensation again. Suddenly, as if a barrier had been broken, the goblin could feel intense fear and pain fill his body, but it didn’t seem to be his own.

a burst of joy fill the area where fear was once home, he looked toward the dragon, who appeared to be smiling slightly despite his pain.

connection.’ The goblin reached his arm up and touched the jaw of the wildclaw, which intensified the emotions he was feeling from his mysterious dragon. There was joy, wonder, and relief, but also pain and sorrow, both of which the goblin knew he caused.

who knew what he was didn’t know of this hidden trick. The saliva of a Blazing Goblin has many healing properties and can heal almost any wound if the saliva is administered quickly enough.

Because he took so long, the goblin could not restore the dragon's vision, but he was able to heal the wound itself, preventing infection and removing most of the pain. The pain would not be completely gone, though, and the injury would likely act up in certain weather conditions.

short wildclaw arms. The goblin stepped closer and was swept into a hug, feeling indescribable emotions from the dragon as its shoulders shook and his body trembled. As the dry sobs subsided, the goblin found himself asking the emotions, ‘What’s your name?’

name is Hephaestus.”

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^I'm also thinking of adding snippets of everyday life with Hephaestus and Ragefire

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