Silk had been feared all his life. A strange boy left in the woods to die alone, but he never did. He adapted. Survived. And probably would have lost all of his humanity if not for that daughter of the alchemist. She othen ventured into the woods in seach of herbs, and they had met and become fast companions. As they grew the young alchemist moving into her own dwelling in the woods, where silk would often visit her. Recently however, he wanted to try something. In exchange for protection and rare materials, he wanted to be a dragon. They were isolated, feared, and wild creatures, not much different than Silk himself.

He had entered the alchemist's home silently, she was working at her desk arranging spells and potions. He had ingested a cursed stone she had crafted for him, one that was slowly changing his body into a beast. His pupils had narrowed, his teeth sharpened, and his toung forked. He was pleased with how thing were progressing and thought it was only right he showed his appreciation to his favorite human.