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She watched the dying black flames and switched her gaze to Mini-Draco, who was now getting to two feet and growing. She read in the books that a smart dragon would sometimes breathe black fire. The fire would stop at nothing, burning whatever it was aimed at. His soft scales were being replaced by rougher ones and small bumps were beginning to grow along its back and tail. His pale pink eyes were beginning to get darker. His wings are now longer than his body, and he would sometimes glide and fly around. At three-feet, Mini-Draco would need real food.
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Prompt: Dying
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