Dragon's Pride

Volcanoing 101

Izumi is around 11 1/2.

After six months of lazing around the apartment, the excitement of finally getting a location for my Lair has me filled with energy. Which is only made worse from the fact that it's going to be about another half a year before DAB has it fitted to the requirements I gave them.

Apparently it's 'dangerous' and 'difficult' to give a volcano the comforts of modern society. Who knew?

So I'm currently flying across Japan to try and burn off some energy, not really paying much attention to where I'm going. Flying is super relaxing, watching the cities and countryside pass by under me as I speed along. Everything looks so small from up here, and I find myself smiling at the thought of all the people down there being so far below me.

On a whim, I decided to get fancy with my flying, spinning and twirling, doing loops and flying upside down for a while. I laugh the whole time before an idea strikes me and I let a savage grin pull at my mouth. I retract my wings, dropping like a stone as I lean forward. I go into a spin, tumbling head over tail as I fall. I take a deep breath, the rushing air flooding my lungs with ease before I go against it, breathing out a wash of emerald flames.

They curl around me, clinging to my clothes, the only flammable material they have available to feed off of. They act as I hoped, and I cut off the stream with a laugh, having turned myself into a wheel of spinning flames plummeting towards the ground. It's not a quick thing, and I have more than enough time to wonder where exactly I am and feel like it would have been smart to check before I did this.

And then I crash into the ground, dust exploding outwards from the new crater quickly followed by my flames. They consume the dust so quickly that it's like it was nonexistent in the first place, emerald fire bathing the landscape around me.

I pull myself out of the earth, glancing down and giggling at the perfect indention of my body dug into the ground. "It's like a snow angel!" The walls of the crater are quite a bit higher than my body, so I can't really see what my flames are feeding off of. I don't see any buildings though so I probably didn't just blow up part of a city. Maybe a small town that lacks tall buildings?

I regrow my wings and fly out to see the damage, and am a bit conflicted to see rolling plains beyond the circle of flames that encompasses the hill I landed in. It kind of reminds me of pudding that someone decided to eat from top center out instead of outside-in like a normal person. Basically a fake volcano since there's no lava.

Can I make lava? The thought suddenly strikes me. After all, lava is basically just super-heated stone, so I should be able to make it if I breathe fire hot enough for long enough. Getting to testing immediately, I look down at the crater beneath me and take the deepest breath I can, holding it for as long as I can in the hopes that it will make my flames hot enough to do the job.

I let out a roar as I let loose with such force that the flames shoot out of the crater in an eruption and merge with the ones surrounding me. But I ignore those for the moment, focused more on the task at hand.

I don't know how long I hover there, only taking breaks to replenish my supply of oxygen as I feed the flames obscuring the floor of the crater. I ignore when my stomach starts growling as around me, the flames rage, the heat coming off of them warping the air in the area. Eventually though, I do stop. I peer through the flames, trying to make out the floor and see if it worked. I'm just about to fly down and check when suddenly...

"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

A deluge of water gets dropped on my head.

I growl as I shoot up, scales growing across my entire body, claws extending from my fingers and toes, and my muzzle extending. My tail lashes the air, stirring the flames around me as I rise. This is the most I've ever transformed before, the only parts of my body not covered by my draconic nature being my hair, shoulders, face, and part of my neck.