Harry

Harry, despite his name is quite old. Like most of his species he can't remember how old. After all, when does you begin and the past you, the weaker you began. Is still the same dragon that hatched out of his egg? Or was he reborn with each new form? Whatever the answer is, it doesn't matter to him.

What does matter however is how he can leave his impression behind. He is the strongest dragon in the wastes, his body perfected for grabbling and shoving his opponents out of the ring (which consequently happened to land them in Wyrmwood). His strength knew no rival- so he hoped to create one.

In order to have the strongest rival, he decided they must come from HIM. No dragon who wasn't taught like him would have a chance to stand against him, so he must train them himself. He will find the youngest, strongest, hatchling in Sornieth and raise them as his child. He will make them perfect, in his image. He can already see them in his minds eye- strong limbed and thick furred. MOTHRA, the winds spoke to him. That was name of his future child.

Of course, in order to have the child be born in this century he needed to supervise. He meet dragons who weren't quite his child, but a forebearer such as Erebidae. Though not his child, Mothman was the perfect spouse for his future prodigy.