Hawks had crash-landed through the conifer trees, directly into the heart of the enchanted forest. He'd been traveling and thought he could make it across with just his humanoid form. He was wrong. He tumbled through the leaves, trees stretching high as mountains (maybe not quite that tall, but certainly taller than even the rainforests of his home) and directly into the ground below. Fortunately he'd landed on a very mossy patch, so between that and the many cobwebs he'd fallen through Hawks only got a few scratches and bruises. But the cobwebs were a little concerning, considering this place was known for its giant spiders and generally giant animals, foliage, you name it. Especially the father in you got. Hawks was basically at the center. Hawks had been flying for a few hours now, and so he made his way to a small crevice, two huge pieces of flat rock leaned up against each other, and began to doze off…
What he woke up to was being dragged by the ankle across the forest floor, webbing wrapped around his leg. He didn't have his dagger on him, he'd dropped his knapsack somewhere along the fall. So he took the sticky fibers into his hands and began to claw at them desperately. He got about halfway through the first tether when his other leg was immediately webbed up as well by another spider. Hawks began to scan the forest floor for anything he could use to cut faster. He spotted a rusty dagger in the hand of a very, very dead skeleton. Well, fate had saved the day again, or at the very least luck. Hawks didn't really believe in either unless it was convenient, which it certainly was now.
He sawed quickly through the rest of the webbing, it fell apart around his legs the second he freed himself. He began to run, run as fast as he could until he reached a sunny patch with less giant spiders… and a giant snake curled up fast asleep in a slinky pile smack dab in the middle of the sun.
Dragon shifters had something unique to them compared to most shapeshifters. They could transform any time and keep all of their consciousness, unlike werewolves who could only transform under the full moon and lost all understanding of what was going on, only intense primal bloodlust remaining. However, in order to shift, they needed a scale of a magical creature to take a new form. Usually, the dragons of old would give the half-human dragon shifters their scales, but there were no longer around. They'd gone extinct after the dragon shifters' population boomed, when scales were a scarce commodity and real dragons even scarcer. Hawks rarely transformed into a true dragon anymore, he didn't have enough scales to manage the transformation. But if he could kill a snake, especially one this huge… maybe he'd even be welcomed back from exile for it.
Dragon shifters were not picky about where their scales came from except for royalty, who hoarded them like a real dragon's treasure. There were many magical scaled creatures in Hawks' home country, so finding scales cheaply was easy if you were willing to fight something or pay someone for that purpose. He could probably become very rich from a high quality source like this though, different scales allowed dragon shifters different amounts of time of shifting. His tail thumped involuntary at the prospect. Which woke the snake.
Hawks ran again. He wouldn't be able to get far up a tree with an arboreal snake this big, on foot was the only way he could do so. So he ran through the forest, dead branches crashing down around him as the snake pursued.
He eventually got far enough to land in a wheezing mess on the ground by a small body of water. A puddle the size of a pond, this place was insane. Hawks just wanted to get out of here at this point, scales be damned.
He looked across the pond-puddle, and saw out of the corner of his eye something very small wearing a very fine cloak run past like a rabbit. Was that, perhaps, another lost traveler? Surely not as far into the forest as this. So someone here intentionally, then. Who would be that crazy?