The name is, Jack, Jack Dragon and this is my blog.

That may seem like an odd name, but we dragons, like most other mythological creatures generally use either our species or genus as a surname. I prefer to stick with genus since the species distinctions amongst dragons generally relate to coloring which I find a bit racist. And my given name is Jack because that's the name I use. Of course given names are generally given, usually by parents, but most dragons aren't very much into the parenting thing. Thus, I was left as an egg by my parents whom apparently had better things to do. I would have liked to know that they at least cared enough to see me through that hatching process, but we dragons can be a callous and indifferent lot even towards our own offspring. I've ended that cycle with my dragonlings who I dote on constantly, but that is another story for another day. For now, the important point is that I was given no name, and so I named myself.

This post was meant to be an introduction to dragons, but I've tangented upon my name, which is probably a perfect segue into a common characteristic in dragons, we can be long winded. That comes from the curse or blessing of living forever. Immortality isn't all it's cracked up to be, but that lament too must be saved for another day and another post. It gives us plenty of time to think, and plenty of time to observe, and lots of time to think about what we've observed. Thus when we speak about any given subject we often have much to say. That alone does not make us long winded, but add to that the fact that we have infinite hours in infinite days in infinite years to speak and we often just fail to see the need to edit ourselves down to something more manageable. As you can see I am once again droning on and on. And this is the edited version. As a dragon, I like to try to be brief, but I often fail miserably. Our long windedness is why you don't see many other dragon blogs, because we just can't type fast enough, claws not being designed for such things, to get all of our thoughts down.

Dragons are generally large, old, and pretty terrifying to people who either don't know us or don't understand us. So terrifying in fact that few people ever learn to fully trust us. Of course this probably isn't anyone's fault, but our own. As a species we tend to be mean, and as I already mentioned both callous and indifferent. Even when we are trying to by nice, sometimes accidents occur. Immense beings such as ourselves often accidentally crush our friends when moving about without proper forethought. Those dragons that breath fire, poison and other such hazardous substances often unintentionally injure just by laughing too hard with our muzzles pointed in the wrong direction. I should note, that for my part I am an air breathing dragon. Which means that I am quite people friendly. Though people tend to be scared of me just the same.

Being both immortal and terrifying makes for a pretty lonely existence. We tend not to make friends too often or too easily since friends our just a heart break waiting to happen. Either they give in to their fears, or get bored with us, just stop believing that we exist all together, or are warned away from us by well meaning friends and family. We dragons may be tough and wise, but we have a soft spot for people, which is our greatest weakness. Over the years we learn to shy away from most of them since it is easier to lock our hearts away rather than having them unintentionally broken. It was such a heart-break, narrowly avoided which led this dragon to begin a blog. And that story too, must be left for another time.

There is one more thing I want people to understand about dragons, it's about our treasure troves. Yes, we all pretty much have them, and no they aren't nearly as interesting as people want to think. I am not sure where the misunderstanding started, but that Tolkein fellow didn't help it out with his writing about Smaug and all, but as a general rule our troves do not consist of great wealth. At least not a wealth of gems and precious metals as is often portrayed. We are collectors, and usually collectors of memories more than anything else. Sure there have been a couple of notable hoarders of gold and such, but they are the exception rather than the rule. As an interesting note, if you humans should care to know, the great lost treasures of the Aztecs are not lost so much as squirreled away by one of these treasure loving dragons. They are deep beneath the earth and I doubt they will ever be found by a human. My own treasure trove consists of trinkets, mementos and memories. Photographs of people I have known, bits and pieces of my dragonlings childhood, sea shells, knick knacks, scraps of paper with cryptic writing, books, and memories. These things might look like clutter or litter, but each one holds an important memory, some of these memories I will share here on my blog.

And with that I will end this introduction to dragons. There will be a part II, and possibly even more after that, but for now my claws grow tired and my treasure trove calls for attention.

Jack Dragon