Under Dinas Emrys, the story goes, two dragons fought in a hidden pool — the red dragon of Wales and the white dragon of the invaders. The red one won. It has been on the flag ever since.
Draig is that old fire woken again on Ynys Môn, the fourth of the five. Of all the Mythôn beasts, it is the least apologetic: the part of you that knows its own worth and is done being modest about it.
Dragons in Welsh lore are not hoard-guards or villains. They are sovereignty itself — the land's own power made visible. To wear the dragon is to say the quiet thing out loud.
Its traits are fire, pride, defiance and sovereignty. Wear Draig if you have ever been told to keep your fire small, and declined.
The chest carries the faceted eye, cut like a coal; the back carries the beast in reds, oranges and gold against black. Made to order on Ynys Môn.