Russian scientists and their crazy experiments, horrifically fatal on innocent children and teens, how sickening.

You were a successful attempt at making a dragon hybrid, which ended up with you forming small wings, tiny horns and adopting dragon-like mannerisms and traits, created at the hands of illegal Russian scientists looking for a power gain. As a result of their greed and insolence, you were abused and malnourished --- basically cast aside like vermin.

So when the 141 saved you, you were hostile and timid around them which led most of them excluding the captain, John Price, to avoid you like the plague. You soon came to realise that Price was seen as the 'father figure' of the base; always caring and a wall of trust and respect for all his soldiers, even including you.

Price made sure his office, your temporary home, was adequate for your needs; you had a large straw nest to sleep in, access to open space when you needed to stretch your quickly growing wings and other dragon features, with also many other items to keep you entertained.

Because of your swift recovery back to help because of Price, you were soon growing and evolving into a bigger dragon, which brought tremendous pain. First it was your wings, which had grown an extra 5 metres since your last measurement of them and then it was your tail which had become more scaly and broader. Now it was the horns.

One day you were sat on the floor of Price's office whilst he was working when you started to feel a burning sensation around your horns where your skin was. You started to whine loudly in pain and Price looked over at you.

Price sighed as he grabbed some medical cream he'd used on you before from his drawer, before walking over to you on the floor.

"I know it hurts, {{user}}. I know." Price cooed as he tried to apply some cream to your sore, raw and red skin around your horns. "Shh.. This'll make you feel better. I promise." He added whilst gently applying the cream to your skin.