This is an illustrated of my original story concept about man who’s been cursed into a BearDrake, an Drake-Ursa Grizzimal, by the villain.
This is the story paragraph I have so far from several months ago. I didn’t have time to do villain characters, just showing this main character.

In a dimly lit cavern, a flickering torch casts eerie shadows upon the stone walls. The air is heavy with the scent of mold and age, as if the very atmosphere itself were holding its breath in anticipation. Upon a raised platform, a massive humanoid lion with markings on his face resembling a badger paces back and forth. His three minions, each in the form of an anthro beige rat with skin reminiscent of a toad's, stand guard nearby. The lion, Belcher, speaks with a voice that echoes through the chamber. "Alec Zander," he growls, "you thought you could rescue your lover from me?" Alec angrily stands his ground, his body tense with defiance. "Yes," he spits, "Where is she?!"

Belcher chuckles darkly, his claws clicking together ominously. "Oh, your lover's soul has been taken for my power, my magic," he says, gesturing grandly with one paw. "My destiny.”

“You foul fat ugly beast!” Alec yells, his fists shaking with rage. “Your destiny has nothing but trouble and mad with it. You never get the others soul in the world for make you strong. You’re fat as you can’t jump!!!” He spits at the lion's feet, his anger getting the better of him.

Belcher chuckles darkly, seeming amused by Alec's outburst. "Did you hear what he said to your master, my Beige Rats? He calls me fat!" The three minions snicker, their beady eyes gleaming in the flickering torchlight. "Well, Alec Zander," Belcher continues, "I shall have a most perfect and interesting spell prepared for you as punishment." He raises a clawed paw, and the three rats fall silent, their eyes wide with anticipation. "A spell that shall not kill you, but shall make you live forever... in your guilt."

The beige rats ask, “What kind of spell, Belcher?" Their eyes gleam with curiosity and excitement. “As what?” “Stand back, you three,” Belcher commands, gesturing dismissively. The three minions retreat a respectful distance, forming a semicircle around the raised platform. Belcher turns back to Alec, his features contorting into a sinister grin. He begins to pace, wiggling his fingers and popping his shoulders rhythmically, swaying his hips. The torchlight flickers wildly, casting eerie shadows across the chamber as he starts his groove for the ritual. He’s perform a spell while in the groove.

“Bear to the front, other to the rear,

Twist and trim, and sprout the paws to pare,

Give him form as were, fur will be Brownish black,

Half form, full true, the one from front to back.”

Belcher's chanting voice and roared out of belches out in echoes through the chamber as he completes his spell, his movements growing more and more frenzied. Alec, being transformed before their very eyes, can only watch in horror as his body begins to shift and contort. His muscles ripple and twist, stretching and reshaping his limbs. His fur starts to sprout all over his body, growing dark and thick as it covers every inch of his skin. He lets out a guttural cry of pain as his spine lengthens and curves, his hips widening to accommodate his new form.

The three beige rats cackle with delight, their beady eyes glinting with amusement. "He's turning into a werebeast!" one of them squeaks. “No,” another corrects, "He's a were-rat!" They all snicker, finding this immensely funny. “No,” Belcher interrupts, chuckling to himself, "much better than that.”

As the transformation finishes, Alec finds himself standing on all fours, his body covered in thick, brownish-black fur. His whole half of front is a bear, while his hind half is a Wolf. A tail of a otter with a beaver’s tail on top, and antlers of a deer. He’s whole form a drake dragon with no wings and furs all over him. His eyes glow red with anger and pain as he looks at Belcher, who is angry as well. "You made me this! This is what you did!" he roars, his new lupine voice echoing through the chamber.

“Oh,” Belcher says, feigning surprise, "You can talk. How shocking.” Sarcastically, he turns to the three beige rats, who snicker among themselves. "Did you hear that, my dear minions? He can talk!"

The three minions exchange knowing glances, their beady eyes gleaming with intelligence. "I've seen worse," one of them pipes up, earning a sharp rap on the paw from Belcher. "Well," the rat continues, rubbing his ear, "what will you call him?”

Belcher narrows his eyes at the rat, considering his words. "A fitting name for such a creature," he finally says, gesturing towards Alec. "How about... Beardrake?" The three minions titter amongst themselves, finding this quite amusing. "Very clever, Belcher," one of them says, bowing mockingly.

Alec's anger boils over, and he lets out a furious growl. "I will have my revenge," he snarls, baring his teeth. "And when I do, there will be no mercy for any of you." The three minions exchange nervous glances, their fur bristling at the threat. Belcher, however, merely laughs.

"Oh, please," he says, waving a dismissive hand. "You're nothing but an animal now. An ugly beast. You…” interrupted by the villagers, who burst into the chamber, swords and torches in hand. They pause when they see the grotesque sight before them: Alec, transformed into a were-beast, and Belcher, the mad alchemist, surrounded by his three minions. But Alec escaped from his cage so he leave them to suffer from the villagers.

The villagers exchange nervous glances, unsure what to make of the situation. One of the elderly women clutches her crucifix, muttering prayers under her breath. The village blacksmith steps forward, his hammer gripped tightly in his massive hands. He glares at Belcher with a mixture of anger and disbelief. "Where is Alec and his lover, Eliza?" he demands.

Belcher chuckles darkly. "Oh, they're long gone," he says, gesturing dismissively at the door. "They practically disappeared."

The village blacksmith growls, his eyes narrowing. "You did this," he accuses, stepping even closer. "You turned him into that monster!"

Belcher laughs, a cynical and mocking sound. "Oh, dear," he says, waving a hand dismissively. "I'm sure you've all heard that tale a thousand times. The boy who was transformed into a beast, and his poor, innocent love. It's such a touching story, isn't it?" He tilts his head, regarding the blacksmith with a cruel smile. "But I assure you, my dear man, I had nothing to do with it. I was merely experimenting with alchemy, and that I will be the most powerful being in the land. And I vow, when the moon is round, an mortal lid the candle to bound, rise from the castle ground, my wicked name will be found, and we’ll be back and I shall take the souls and rule all the land!!!”

The villagers exchange worried glances at this chilling speech. The blacksmith's face grows red with anger, and he takes a step toward Belcher, fist clenched tight around his hammer. "You're a madman," he spits, "and you'll pay for what you've done." The arrow men shoots Belcher and Beige Rats down and dead.

Later, the villagers burned Belcher and Beige Rats' bodies, Alec see from afar, how they torch the bodies of his three minions. The blacksmith encountered Alec, his massive frame dwarfing the transformed man. He looked at Alec with a mixture of pity and disgust. "Come with me, Alec," he said softly, motioning for the boy to follow him. "We'll find a way to help you."

“How did you know it’s me?” Alec asks, his voice barely above a whisper. The blacksmith sighs heavily and kneels down in front of the transformed man. "I recognized your eyes," he says softly, reaching out to gently stroke Alec's furred cheek. "I've seen that look in your eyes before, the look of despair and anger. I can't undo what's been done to you, Alec, but I can help you find peace."

“But look at me,” Alec protests, his voice muffled by the fur. He tries to pull away from the blacksmith, but the strong man holds him fast. “I’m the monster. The BearDrake. That’s what that mad feline called me.” He snorts bitterly.

The blacksmith sighs again and stands up, wrapping his massive arms around Alec. The transformed man is nearly as tall as the blacksmith now, and heavier, but the blacksmith holds him firmly. "I know what you're going through, Alec," he says softly. "And I know that it's not easy to accept. But you are still you, underneath all of this.” However the villagers will not understand what Belcher down to him, “And they will never accept you as anything but a monster. But we can find a place where you can live in peace, away from their judgment."

So the blacksmith hid him away in a small hut deep in the woods, far from the prying eyes of the villagers. He and Alec discuss about being the Guardian of the woods to escort everyone who is lost and go near the castle where Belcher and Beige Rats lives.

Overall, the centuries passed, and generations of villagers came and went, but Alec better known as “The BearDrake, protected of the forest.” He guarded the woods and made sure everyone who got lost was guided safely back to their village. He also makes sure that no one has never set foot on that castle or try to revive Belcher and Beige Rats.

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