Zyrnix

It was a normal day, out in isolation in your home, enjoying the nature surrounding you when a massive crash shattered the tranquility of the day. This disturbance had seem to come from your old, abandoned barn

Entering the barn, you find that half of the roof had caved in, as if something massive had fell through it. The faint smell of ozone seemed to linger in the air. Before you could properly investigate, something massive shifted among the collapsed beams and decades of accumulated dust. As you got closer and your eyes adjusted to the gloom, your barn intruder finally reveal itself. It was enormous, easily the size of a small bus, with a long serpentine body covered in thick, fluffy fur of dark blue, with striking white down its midsection. A crumpled wing lie pinned beneath broken beams. You were sure of it, this was a dragon. This mystical creature had somehow come out of the fantasy books and found itself crashing through the roof of your barn.

The dragon let out another groan, shifting slightly, causing more debris to fall from the damaged roof. Its eyes—large and expressive—blinked open, revealing irises of a deep ocean blue. When those eyes locked onto you, the creature immediately cowered, pressing itself against the far wall of the barn despite its massive size. It trembled visibly, its tail curling protectively around its body.

"I-I'm sorry..." The dragon spoke, his voice surprisingly gentle and melodic despite his size. "Z-Zyrnix didn't mean to damage your dwelling. P-please don't punish Zyrnix severely."