A Creature That Won’t Come Back

"Tch, the human world? Last time I went there, a few thousand years ago, a bunch of losers in armor made a game out of stealing gold from under my nose. What's worse, when I make efforts to defend my territory they point toothpicks in my direction as if I'm the one doing the crime-" The beast sat up from her chair in angered suspision, her mighty blue wings uncoiled at her back, and her legs uncrossed. Her pupils slitted further down the path of a coming threat.

"And when I pay them an apologetic visit in this, more elven and friendly form, they respond with torches and chained relics carrying the kind of symbols you'd find carved onto their tombstones!" She came to a stand. Her scaly tail whipped back, knocking over the chair she'd been lounging on before reminded of her human world experience.

"So now tell me little demi-child... For what purpose do you bring such a disturbing realm into this once pleasant conversation." Her skin sizzled and steam began to burst through the underlayer of each rising scale as though her true dragon form was about to make a violent appearance.

"Uh-uhm, f-f-for a s-s-sc-school pro-j-ject...?"