Draggo is a tiny brown dragon with golden horns and a flame on his tail. Born as a cute little dragon, Draggo’s goofy and adorable personality quickly made everyone fall in love with him.
Draggo spends most of his day doing things that make sense only to Draggo. He might be sitting quietly for ten minutes, then suddenly sprint across the room like he remembered something extremely important.
Then he starts dancing.
Nobody knows what the dance means. Nobody knows where he is running. Sometimes he spins in circles, sometimes he stares at a wall, and sometimes he just lies down with his tail still burning behind him. Draggo never explains any of it. He simply moves on to the next thing.
Small dragon. Golden horns. Absolutely no schedule.
Small body, short legs, and somehow enough energy to cross the same room fifteen times.
Bright, shiny, and slightly oversized. He has never questioned them, so neither should we.
Always lit, even when he is dancing, sleeping, running, or accidentally backing into something.
He runs first, stops later, and usually forgets why he started. Five seconds later, he is doing something else.
Proof that leaving a tiny dragon unsupervised is usually a bad idea.
No music required. If Draggo feels like dancing, the dance has already started.
Full speed. Unknown destination. Usually followed by an immediate stop.
After all that chaos, he just stands there like nothing happened.
No ancient dragon prophecy here. Just a tiny brown dragon with golden horns, a burning tail, and a habit of doing something ridiculous the second nobody is watching.
DRAGGO