On the way, I see a photographer. I park the bike and go in.

HELLO, It's for a passport photo, my face has changed a bit...

The guy wasn't laughing, in fact he was!

But a crazy grin! Whaaa;, he wanted to go out but I blocked his way.

It's getting embarrassing, I'm getting used to catching people.

MY IDENTITY PHOTO. Do I have to repeat myself?

NOOOO, Mr. Dragoonn! Please come out

I'm VICTOR and not a dragon, don't you see how racist that is!? Tell me right now that I look like shit, I'm going to the police station to file a complaint against racism!

The man, took the photo and then gave it to me, : here and go, you owe me nothing... pity.

Ok, thank you and I went to the police station which was also the town hall and the identity documents.

I parked my motorcycle and then I entered the waiting room.

Then a lady in uniform came in and said next! but everyone else had left.

AHHH, the girl screamed! What is this??????

I was waiting, sitting in the chair, my tail lying on the other seats, leaning forward a bit to put my neck back and have a more or less human posture. My legs crossed and my helmet on my knees and my clawed hands put on it.

HELLO I say, I think it's my turn!

AAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGGGGGGGGG a dragoooon!!!! it will eat us!

Then 2 strong men with bulletproof vests and guns rushed into the waiting room.

OH, what's that??? Then a commissioner ran down the stairs to find himself face to face with me!

One took his baton and the other held me at gunpoint!

Hello! I think it's my turn!

Then the policeman shouted: if you understand, lie down!

Hey, I am not a dog!

How? a talking reptile! Wait, I'll call the firemen to capture this gigantic reptile.

Hey, mister, I'm Victor and I'm still a human being! Please take my bag, there's my papers and a new picture for my ID card.

If it's a joke, it's a good one, but you've gone too far, said the Inspector!

No, I've had my skin ripped off and scales grafted all over me! I'm mutilated! I didn't hurt anyone and a biker got scared and I came here of my own free will to clarify the situation. I look like shit but it's not punishable by law! Help me, Mr. Marshal!

Put down your guns, I believe that Mr. Dragon Vincent has done nothing wrong. We'll give him a handicap tag so that he won't be hit on sight and I'll inform the other police stations so that Mr. Vincent won't be shot by mistake.

I began to cry and explain the torture I had suffered, but the police do not chase away ghosts. I was asked to put on a veil so as not to disturb the public order but the cloth tore on my spikes.

I got my identity card and then, what the hell, I took my motorcycle and went home.

In a dark corner, the eye and then the head of the shadow dragon appeared:

So, my little Vincent? Are we still making fun of dragons?

-The punishment is disproportionate, I apologize, I beg your pardon! Please, give me back my skin and my arms and legs and my thing!

HAHAHAH said the shadow dragon, immaterial, being only a shadow on a wall.

But you have them, they are in the fridge, HAHAHAHAHA!

They're a little dead but can I sew them back on for you? Dragon or zombie?

Dragon, I said in my little voice.

Then I started to crawl, to beg.

What is your name Shadow Dragon?

My name is Cruel and this will teach you to play magic when you are not allowed to. You took magic from me and pissed me off. But I did you a favor! You are also a dark dragon now and you are alive. Those who mock us, I crush and gobble their souls but I'm sure you have a lot of imagination and creativity.

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Mercy, Cruel!

Mercy is for the weak! Oh yeah, you have dragon powers now and you don't age anymore.

HAHAHAHAHA, Have fun and don't kill too many people right away, you'll get bored in the end, like me! HAHAHA Ah by the way when you're ready to lay, some of my buddies will come and have a cup of coffee with you. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

Then the shadow disappeared.

AGH, No, my kilt is a skirt... Damn it! That's even worse. Now I understand with horror what the horns of a dragon are for!!!!

NOOOOONNNNNNNNNN NOONNNNNNNNNNN

The horns are used to protect the neck when the male comes to bite the horns instead of the neck to dominate and crush the female. The violence is unheard of and without the horns, the females would be decapitated.

When I see the videos on reptiles, poor little beasts.

I started to cry.

I can't work like this anymore! and I'm starving, the meat is expensive and I have a dragon's stomach.

Luckily I'm still human size!

I empty my fridge and I don't even bother to cook, I just stuff it all down!

Now the fridge is empty, my account too and the situation becomes dramatic.

Dragon powers, I go out in the garden, I see the neighbor's cat! This old shrew with her stupid smile, I bet she was breaking sugar on my back with my ex, And Vincent this and Vincent that... You'll see, you won't be called Mother Michel for nothing!

And then it seems that the cat has a taste of rabbit.

I remember a French grandfather near Nancy. They were all hunters. And at Christmas he had prepared game and rabbit. When everyone finished and the shoot - coffee (digestive spirits) was drunk, he asked everyone if the meal was good. All the guests said it was great and the meat was tender. Then he took out the cat's head.

His grandson was no better, I stayed with them once, then in the morning Frédo looked to the left and then to the right to see if there were any passers-by and took out his carbine and killed the neighbor's cat.

It's meat! Then he shot a couple of woodcock and said, "There you go, no need to go to the butcher. Of course, he had a silencer that was really effective!

Well, now it's down to the two of us, you bad boy!

I think of the dragons of despair in dragon lance, an old role playing game, then I blow/spit burning acid on the cat. It freezes and when the jet hits it, the flesh falls off its bones and all that's left is a foul, vomit-like slurry.

Meow! He said!

It feels good, my throat is not so sore and it relaxes me!

Well, I'm going hunting in the woods tonight.

When night fell, I was amazed to see as in the daytime. And the animals were glowing in the dark. A real gathering. A kind of cold buffet running on legs.

MMh I see there is no one there at this hour, just a pedestrian walking his mutt on the sidewalk.

But I go deeper into the forest and start running on all fours, it's faster, less tiring and I notice that my body has grown longer and so has my tail. My talons have grown too and are real swords. And surprisingly, I move silently like a cat.

Here, a cat from another neighbor. He always makes his balls on my doorstep that one.

Poussy, Poussy, come here, look! and the cat came, tail up and without seeing me, but knowing my voice. And when he is in my reach, COUICK

I empty him, cut off his head with a stroke of the claw and open my mouth!

D-E-L-I-C-I-E-U-X, I don't know what else to say. I didn't know blood could taste this good!

RAH, I'm going to miss this cat a little bit in the back (of my stomach) it was so good!

SCRATCH SCRATCH??? I still have the cat's head in my hand and I prick it on a branch!

Oh, a deer!

ATTRAPPING, with a paw. Then I bite it in the neck and squeeze and CRACK, the bones give way and the vertebrae are broken, then a torrent of hot blood invades my mouth. AHH

It's like warm wine, same taste! I bite deeper and my long tongue goes into the wound to savor this nectar!

My strength increases tenfold and I feel like I am ten times stronger than five minutes ago. Then my scales began to sparkle and a current came to run through my wings.

The sensation is amplified when the moon reflects on my wings and like a solar panel (lunar) energy rushes into me. I begin to touch black paste, but it is not paste, it is shadows! The shadows have a texture! a touch, and even a taste. EXTRAORDINARY!

I see a beautiful shadow of a rock, still holding my dead prey in its mouth, and I place the tip of my tail in it.

It sinks into the shadow!

I pull it out quickly and no problem!

I empty my prey and I swallow it like a reptile and it goes well! great, I'm not hungry anymore! At least saving on meat is already a good thing!

I decided to go home and shower outside to get rid of all that blood.

The next day I started to write my resume as a dragon in medieval shows and took some selfies with it. But there weren't many shows and the extras were mostly enthusiasts who were throwing their mom and dad's money away on carnivalesque beggar's treats.

Then the evening, I heard the mother Michel shouting the name of her cat! FELIX FELIX my small FELIX or are you?

Then her other neighbor shouted towards my garden : Vincent, did you see Felix?

Yes, I saw him go into the forest with Poilu. I saw a man walking his dog calling them!

Michèle : Oh my God, maybe he took my cat.

Me: (without her seeing me) yes, a cat like yours can be sold for a lot of money on the internet

Michèle: Will you call me if you see him?

Me: I promise I'll call you if I see him (Bitch! You too will end up in my belly one of these days if you keep on bothering me!)

Well, I'm in good shape and I prepare my coffee, the handle is just right to pass the tip of my claw but this time I go straight to the bowl.

And if I dive in the shadow? I take with me a flashlight and some rope. I tie the very strong mountaineering rope to the wall then I go into a dark room and push:

AH it works: the stronger the shadow, the more contrast, the easier I penetrate.

the more light there is, the harder the shadow is to pierce.

I do a test with my lamp: I pass the tip of my tail in a puddle of shadow and when it is inside, I turn on the lamp.

The shadow is still there as long as I take my tail out. OK, so no danger!

Then I reach in and pull it out.

Ok, that's good!

Then I dive in and see everything un-clipped, it's like being in a video game, and get out of the game area and look at it from the outside.

The structures are made of wire and you can only see the details of what is shaded.

I move around but with the wings it's easier. I push and pull out behind a shed at the bottom of the garden.

Unbelievable! My revenge will be terrible!

I will finally be able to use my book of grudges! I was inspired by the role-playing games with dwarves who wrote down all the frustrations they had suffered and then developed extraordinary and sophisticated revenges.