wadjet: (Tʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴜɴᴅs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ʟᴜᴄᴋ)
Zᴀɪᴅ Aᴍᴍᴀʀ زيد عمار ([personal profile] wadjet) wrote 2014-02-22 08:12 am (UTC)

"Perhaps it would have been."

The words came out a deep and threatening growl. He had not grown up to a family of dragons. He had grown up with a human family. When he should have been playing at stretching his wings and using them in play, he had grown up stumbling on tiny legs. Climbing and crawling.

He was an excellent climber.

But Zaid had barely even stretched his wings in all his life. And the few times he had attempted flight, he had injured himself. Falling off buildings when he was still a tiny hatchling. Smashing cars as a juvenile. Stumbling over his wings as a teen.

He bared his teeth in frustration, mouth curled in a snarl.

"Are you a dragon?"

What did a human know of his instincts. It was clear the comment had struck a nerve. And the dragon huffed, hot air blowing over Amery. He turned on his talons and stalked a few feet away, his back to the human and his eyes glaring at the trees.

Only to slowly raise up to the sky.

Truth be told, he was afraid. Afraid of injuring himself. Afraid of losing himself mid-flight and falling. What if he couldn't do it? What if he was a dragon who would never fly?

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