Silverflame

Chapter 6

SilverFlame's view
I only ate half of it and still felt hungry, but I have to let him eat. I backed away from the carcass, indicating it's his turn. "I don't want to get sick! If I eat that raw I could get parasites!" He half shouted. "You humans are so weak..." I said, inhaling sharply and shooting silvery-sapphire flames at it, roasting it. Snapping my jaws shut, I cut off the flames. coming towards it, he pulled out a small silver claw thing, which I would later learn is called a pocket knife. he used it to saw off chunks of the meat and quite quickly started eating, finishing off most of the stag. He then took his shirt off and wrapped any remaining meat up to "save for later". "Do you have somewhere we can stay, like your own secret lair?" He asked. "No, I just been wandering around, like a Nomad." I had responded, staring (a/n 'stating' is not what I wanted autocorrect ) at the ground. "We should find you a lair." He said getting up. He clambered up on to my back, and gripped the neck spikes in front of him. Unfurling my wings, which shined brightly in the sunlight, I leaped to the sky flapping my wings to steady us. In a few minutes time, I landed us next to a waterfall just to rest when he leaped off my back, exclaiming in surprise. Alarmed I looked up at him as he ran towards and through the waterfall. He came back out excited. "There's a cave behind there. You won't fit... can you shapeshift?" I stared at him confused. "Shapeshift?" I asked. "I don't know if I can." "Try." He said, going back under the waterfall, and quite possibly inside the cave. Looking around, I spotted a few wolves in the distance. They looked small enough. I glanced back at myself, going to miss my shiny scales, and my wings. Closing my eyes, I focused my thoughts on the sleek form of the wolf. I felt extreme pain as my bones cracked and rearranged, my wings shrunk until they were no more. My scales softened until silvery-white fur sprouted out. All my spikes along my neck and back altogether vanished. My tail shortened to the length of a wolf's tail. Having finished, I shook out my fur, immediately disliking the feeling. I flattened my newfound ears, and gingerly padded down to the water. Looking down at the water, I stared at my reflection. My fur had retained my silver color and my eyes stayed nearly sapphire in color. I prepared myself for the icy cold blast, and leaped into the water kicking against the current, swam toward the 'fall, and upon reaching the 'fall it pounded me under the water and I felt like I was going to drown. I lost all sense of direction and didn't know which was up or down. I kicked violently, banging into the rock wall, and heaving my drenched waterlogged self out of the water on the other side of the waterfall. I coughed up what felt like buckets of water. I lay there awhile panting. Since I had my eyes shut, I didn't see him come up to me. I did feel his hands running along my head, neck, and back. I felt my tail begin to slowly sway back and forth. Yep, my emotions were right. We are meant to be.