Zukiro chuckled, he had seen this way too many times.
"Aithusa correct? I don't mean to be rude in the slightest, but with a woman like that I'd be a damn fool for saying that you have never even thought about her in that way. I understand you're part dragon as well, but what I'm talking to right now is a human, I was once human and if I was in your position I would at least make some sort of attempt, because she knows you are always there for her, and if you don't give her any signs, she won't give you any signs, TRUST ME. Unfortunately, I do not have time for those kinds of emotions, nor does anyone else, and I'm ok with that. To get back to your question, no, hes not my brother, but Xanuthos was my father's dragon when he was a rider," Zukiro shook a little bit, any memory of his father always shifted him a little bit. "and Xanuthos basically saw me grow up as soon as I left the womb, when he passed, Xanuthos saw that I was in shear agony over his death, and I asked him to remain with me since I really had no one else, so he became my brother in that sense and we treat each other as such. He pranks me ALL the time, see this?"
Zukiro pulled back a large layer of his fur to reveal his skin, it was as black as Xanu's scales.
"After singing me to pieces, too many times than I can count, my skin is now permanently black and leathery, but I'm completely impervious to fire so that's a plus. Now I gotta ask two things:
1. How did you become what you are?
2. How did you two meet?"