Damon rose and shook himself. He was now upon grass, his claws digging into the soft earth. The air smelled of a lush vegetation that spoke of Circe's magnificent gardens and their fertility. Damon, noew a dragon, spun around, taking in his new surroundings. Birds chirped, flowers exhaled their sweet perfumes, and a gentle nbreezre made trees and leaves sway gently. Damon could hear much more clearly, from the pattering of fox paws to the gnawing of dormice and squirrels all around him. His eyes seemed to be piercing everything. His eyesight was incredibly sharper than before! As Damon concentrated upon his more developed senses, he started forgetting about what made him human. But his new dragon life appeared so exciting that all that he might miss from his human existence was shoved in the back of his mind. He would probably get a reminder of human comforts when his stomach growled or when he missed all that an Internet connection could offer. For now, Damon was slowly moving, using his new muscles and more importantly, his new limbs. The one in the back and the two upon his shoulders, more precisely. He could move them fine but the fact that he COULD actually achieve it was baffling enough so as to confuse him quite thoroughly. He swayed his powerful tail this way and that, and flapped his great membranous wings, creating a gust of wind. His sheer power and strength awed him and made him swell with pride. As much as when he took in is beautiful black scales. Yes, his life would be good here. He would enjoy it here. Circe had been kind, accepting his demand to become a dragon. What bad thing could happen here, especially to a creature as mighty as he now was? And at worse, he could flap his wings and fly away. Something he'd have to try at some point.