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Wings
They were leathery and they were strong. They cut through the air like the claws of a hunting cat slicing through flesh of fallen prey. Sinew and bone made a frame over which skin was stretched thin, tenuous and taut. Though independent limbs they worked together and a single massive downwards sweep propelled him powerfully towards the heavens and the stars that twinkled infinitely above. More than he could smell the cold of the night air and more than he could feel the thrill of the wind rushing over his body Fire Made Flesh could feel the strength of life pulsing through the veins in his appendages. They were sure and more than simply transportation, they were a part of him.
What was a dragon without wings?
Tiarana