Beside me, Ranulf shook his head. Dragons are so weird.
I merely scowled at him, poking the fire to get it going again, then stealing and swallowing another ball of fire.I flexed my shoulders carefully, feeling the slight prickling pain beginning at the top of my shoulder blades. “Most Dragon’s don’t have to do this,” I reminded Ranulf, swallowing another ball of fire, feeling it’s scorching flames burn my throat.The pain in my shoulders was more pronounced now.
Ranulf shrugged, Still, a lot of Dragons do it anyway.
“It feels good,” I replied shrugging, “Really warms you up.”
He grimaced wryly, I’m sure.
I swallowed a forth, the pain hitting it’s peak.A set of wings sprouted from my back, small but present.I swallowed a final and fifth ball, the wings growing out to the size I wished.They were dark black, reptilian.I flexed them out expertly; I would equate my appearance to a dark angel.Devastatingly beautiful, definitely dangerous.I pulsed the wings powerfully, lifting off the ground for a moment.