Wyvern
Teach me to fly without any arms. Do they become wings when I turn into you?
How many spikes at the end of my tail or claws at the top of my wings? How furnace hot will my fire breath be to burn away, tear, pierce, and destroy?
Turn my skin to scales that can’t feel at all. Grow my teeth long until they can’t hide.
And when my body is three stories tall, will I still care what happened in this one? With my razor-sharp teeth and my tough scaly skin do you think it will still break through?