The snow falling had lightened up a bit as he loaded up an extra hooded cape. He sat in his garage, just out of the snow's reach. The mechanism that he had constructed was beautiful. Black dragon's wings. Of appropriate wingspan for his size and weight as well as some extra. Though he did have a secret trick to get him more air born. Heh. He laid the blanket down on the spot in the middle where his back would be. Making sure it was securely locked in place before he folded everything together. Wrapping the wings around one another so that it really just looked like some kind of bag. He couldn't let anyone know he had this.
Off he went, into the snow. He already wore a black jacket with a fluffy hood. The bottom of the jacket frayed out in even more fluff but one part of it pulled out especially long. He had to hold it in his arm so it wouldn't drag. It was his dragon's tail.
He started up the hill. It was quiet, the snow was starting to die down. He was far away from his town now. And it was way to early for anyone to be on the mountain to enjoy in the snow. Though their tracks had been left there. Sledding spots all marked out, now covered in snow, only thing to show they were there was a slight, unnatural dip in the snow. He used them as easy walking. A flat spot. And with the fallen snow over it, it wasn't to slippery. He fixed one of his mittens before dropping down his gear at the very top of the mountain.
Slowly, he unfolded it, spreading the wings out as far as they would go, adjusting the blankets in the middle so that he could fit there comfortably. He then laid down, allowing his dragons tail to lay out in the snow between his legs. He stayed like that for a while, staring up at the slowly brightening sky. Though stars were still visible, but not for long. He sighed contently before buckling himself securely to his mechanism and stood up.
He held on to the wings with another strap. They perfectly fit his hands. He folded the wings a bit, straightened them back out. They worked just as smoothly as ever. He smiled. And then he ran. Straight down the hill. Though everything was covered in snow, he knew just where his stepping rocks were.
One. He jumped off of it, gaining a bit of air but not enough to get him air born. He continued running.
Two. Air caught up under his wings but it still wasn't enough, he landed back down on the ground and continued to the last one, his last chance. The rock that jutted out over the edge of the hill.
Three.
He was falling, skydiving straight down to the town below. He turned his head, grabbed hold of a wire with his teeth and pulled. Instantly a loud dragon's cry came from it and he spread his wings. Air catching under him and he was off.
Skyborn.