Borial snorted and walked onto the shore, the water sliding from his obsidian scales. Shaking, the water sprayed all over the man as he smirked. â€œ My friend, by tonight, I am sure I will be much fatter than when you first crawled within my cave.â€ The young dragon then pranced over to the pile of fish and snatched the largest one by its tail and biting into the flesh. Having not shown his true hunger until this moment as he shredded the fish, teating its flesh and swallowing.<br/><br/>Soon, all that was left of the animal was a skeleton, Borial eyed the pile once more, only turning his head to look at the man who was asking him a question.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œCan you breath fire?â€ </span>Shaking his small crested head Borial attempted to feel his tongue, the two flint teeth, but to find none. Looking to the man once more he spoke with a sad intonation.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™m afraid not my friend, I am still young. I wonâ€™t have my flint teeth until I have grown more, and my fire lung isnâ€™t matured enough to produce the gases. But I could spit acid upon the logs if you wish, although I do not believe it would cook the meat.â€ The drake smiled as he then snatched another large fish and ate.