Poor Vorelmiriikvorel. What terrible things could have happened to her after that? Well, you're about to find out!

Transformation

An innocent gesture
It did not please
Not even tall enough
To reach his knees
Scales shattered like broken glass
The world so much larger now
Good thing I didn't give any sass
My wit and charm striped with ease
Skin so soft
Weak and gentle
Even without claws
I could tear into it
What is this pile of fuzz
That rests atop my head
Is it alive or is it dead
Does it taste any good
It won't come off
It won't remove itself
It hurts when I pull
Attached so firm
Tail-less
Scale-less
Dragon-less
Treasure-less?!
Cruelty knows no bounds
Unfortunate I am
Pityiful on two feet I now stand
A tastey snack
For a green to attack
Take only what I can carry
Take only what I can defend
Is this my end