[ WP ] Mythical creatures have started appearing around the world , but they lack the majesty of their story counterparts , and are ruining the ecosystems they enter . You are a mythical rights activist fighting against `` myth culling '' laws .

The men that held back the crowd were a mixture of army reserve from this world and officers from Centauri ’ s dimensional patrol. They were all clearly uncomfortable standing between a mob and a giant lizard, but the men from Centauri looked like they felt far more prepared to handle the situation. These officers held simple metal-like rods that seemed almost nonthreatening next to the army ’ s security shields and guns. I knew they still had every reason to feel complete confidence amongst this world ’ s inhabitants. They were endowed with mental abilities that most of us could only dream of. 
 
 The beast gave a throaty challenge that was more of a deep rumbling moan than a roar as it continued waddling towards the Yellowstone caldera. It had the coloring of light gray ash one would see with the remains of a dead camp fire. Many people from our world called these creatures dragons. I doubted that the people of Centauri identified them with that term but they had never corrected us. To their more refined culture, we were bumbling invaders who were slightly barbaric in nature. With that said, they were not forth-coming about life on the other side of the dimensional veil. 
 
 Centauri was not even the true name of their home world, that too was denied to us. Most of Earth ’ s leading government officials involved with our new visitors had agreed upon Centauri, being the name of our dimension ’ s closest cluster of stars to the sun, and their dimension being the closest one to ours that we knew of. It almost overlapped our own, and it seemed that anything living on the Centaurian side ( with the will to do so ) could now pass through the veil. The dragon clearly had had the will to push itself through and now was in a state of confusion. 
 
 The men did not allow the crowd to move forward as the dragon relocated away from the commotion we were creating. It lumbered towards an active geyser and stuck its head inside the spray. After adding more deep grumbling noises, it moved its whole body across the opening of the geyser and settled itself down, head resting on massive claws. It belched flame tendrils which caught on a close clump of grass but made no move to evacuate as more of the plant-covered area caught fire. The volume of conversation rose among the crowd as we watched. The patch was too secluded from others to cause much worry, but anxious questions flowed from the watchers. *What else could it do? And where was it going? *
