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All dragons have wings!
That's what his mama had always told him. From the very day he spawned, he wasn't like the other deity born Inphernals. His mama always told him he'd be destined for greatness, just like she was. He was a dragon! The son of the great deity, Windforce! And he sure had the energy and attitude to match it. There'd been numerous times where he'd just suddenly BITE his uncle Firebrand, simply because he felt like it. Both his relatives and mother had faint scars from Banhammer's tiny but mighty bite force. He was shaping up to be as fearsome as his mother. When his wings finally came in though? Oh, he was an utter terror! He'd call out how he'd be the next great ruler and warden of the sky, feared by other Inphernals and the greatest of all times!
Windforce took great pride in its son, bragging about how he's the best of all its siblings children and grandchildren. She had an ego and this simply inflated it when its son showed great progress in his training. And thus, when his wings came in, she decided to almost immediately begin flight training. A dragon needs to know how to fly, after all!
Banhammer romped around, bounding around his mother on all fours like an excited animal. His little wings flapped with each jump and his tail lashed. "Leth go, mama! I wanna fly!" He called to his gargantuan mother. His mother gave a bellowing laugh, reaching down to scoop up its tiny son.
Banhammer's teeth found its thumb in an instant, gnawing on the thick skin like a dog with a chew toy. It got yet another laugh from the deity. She nudged its son, engaging play. Banhammer's tail lashed, growling slightly as he fought back. He was rolled onto his back, his mother pressing against his stomach while he growls and snarls. His tail lashed as he squirmed and thrashed, his tiny jaws snapping at his mothers hand. She laughed as she released him, watching as he right himself with snaps of his jaw.
"You will get to fly, my son. Do not worry." She reassured him with a poke of his cheek. Banhammer snapped at its finger, he was riled up now.
"Yeth! I wanna fly! I'll be the betht flier!" He barked out, smiling widely as he wagged his tail.
"Alright then! Be ready, we'll get started then." Windforce nodded, flexing its wings and raising Banhammer up over its head. "Ready?"
"Ready, mama!" Banhammer affirmed, flexing his little wings and getting in stance, just as his mama had taught him.
Windforce reared its arm back, before shooting it forward, throwing its son as hard as she could. She then jumped up, spreading her wings wide and began to follow after. Banhammer wasn't afraid. He wasn't afraid of anything! He went soaring through the air, his clothes flailing in the rough wind. He pumped his wings as hard as he could, he was falling for a little bit before he got his bearings. He gave a cheer as he kept afloat in the air, looking back at his mama as she came racing over on its far stronger wings.
"Look, mama! I told you I'd be the betht!" Banhammer cheered, flapping around his mama.
"I never doubted you for a second." Windforce said, grinning just as its son was, holding its hands out for him to land on. "Do not overexert yourself, this was only day one after all."
Banhammer landed on his mama's hands, stretching his wings and shaking them out. This was his first flight, and he couldn't be happier with how it'd went. He couldn't wait to tell uncle Firebrand how good he'd done!
Banhammer was a dragon after all. And all dragons had pride in their wings.