justakidfrombrklyn

The thing about dragons is... you only get one. For good or ill, for better or worse, the little creature who crawls out of the hatchery and decides you two are meant for each other is the one who gets first, last, and final say on the matter. That was why any number of military officials, who had seen lots of good things to come for one Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, were more than a little disappointed when the tiny, brightly colored runt of the litter made its way proudly over to the man's foot and plopped its tiny body right there on it, claiming him before God, man, and every other dragon on the grounds. Its breath was wheezing even as it shoved it's head up against the man's ankle and anyone with eyes could see that his weak wings might never actually be able to take flight, but that tail wrapped tight around his other ankle and it was clear it was worth someone's hand if they tried to remove him.