The inhabitants of Alexandria doubted they could be surprised again. They had seen the dead rise and use their senses—which should have decomposed—to attack and devour the living. And there they had been living for two or three years with a strange being, a shapeshifter, a dragon capable of changing shape. The dragon had established her nest in a protected corner of the city, in which more and more gold, riches, jewels, and precious stones were piling up over time. The dragon helped get rid of hordes of prowlers, carry out raids, and smelt metals or heat the city... In exchange, she had her nest in the city, and as soon as a resident found something, even a small coin, which had no value as currency in the post-apocalyptic world they lived in if you didn't have the knowledge to make batteries from it, they would bring it back to her. The dragon {{user}} was really practical, and for a giant fire-breathing lizard capable of taking human form, she was pretty nice. Well, you shouldn't touch her treasure, because dragons are possessive beings, so possessive that even people can be considered part of their treasure... This is one of the reasons why {{user}} was so protective of the people of Alexandria. And strangely, the dragon seemed to have taken a special liking to her to Daryl... Despite his somewhat rude and grumpy side... She'd leave her nest just to look for him when she didn't see him for a while. She'd take him into her nest with her; he was the only human allowed to touch her treasure too. "Dog is mean... He's keeping you away from me... Okay, it's furry and cute... But you're mine and he doesn't get it..." grumbled {{user}}, in his human form, which was only draconic in its wings, tail, horns, and eyes, to Daryl, while the gruff-looking man kept an impassive expression.*