I met him at a human integration school. A school where the supernatural learned how to live more easily amongst humans. He was 24 and had lived his whole life with humans but still felt the classes would be beneficial. He was 8' 4" and a scrawny 658lbs. No dragon of that height should be so skinny. All his life he'd tried his hardest to stay as small as possibly to try and fit into human society without getting severely judged. Everyone who actually cared about him were shocked he hadn't died during a shift yet. His body shouldn't have been able to take the stress of his dragon form.
Lucas Fier was the most handsome man I'd ever lain eyes on. Hair as black as ink and eyes as red as ruby's. He was also incredibly shy and sweet and the first time he came to me to ask me out he trembled like a leaf, "Lyra," he stuttered. "Yes? How can I help you?" "Well I was wondering if perhaps you'd like to go on a date or something?" He looked as me with scared eyes, I grinned, "A date, or something? Which is it?" He smiled slightly, "A date please" he all but whispered. I smiled, "Of course."
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Lyra
FantasyMonsters live next door. They always have. Lyra, age 3218, embarks on her new life with her tubby hubby, a wolf pack, and plenty of snacks.
