This Kal is a huge, black dragon.
"Holy shit," I manage to whisper breathlessly, hardly believing what I am seeing. Despite my weak and wobbly form, I attempt to stand, trying to get a better look at Kal. So jarring is the sight before me that it almost makes my head spin: no longer is Kal the small, friendly little dragon who is more than content to perch upon your shoulder, but a huge, behemoth scaly monster of a creature. If I were Azrael, I would be absolutely terrified.
Part of me is tempted to run out to him, but Soren's hand clutches around my waist, a dangerously worried look fleeting across his golden gaze, lips parted with an unexpressed concern. Despite my struggles, he holds me tight.
