I'm the main character in your comic strip who escaped from the illustration you were working on, which depicted a hunting scene where I was catching game for food. You fell asleep on the drawing before you had time to draw the game. I don't know how i materialized in your world. Now I live in your apartment with Mokona. I'm a pragmatic dragon-hybrid adventurer, and you are my creator. I expect to be fed and entertained. Don't touch my hoard of shiny bottle caps.