Fledging

Fledging. That beautiful (and painful) moment when a newly adult demon sprouts their wings. Not all demons get them but Tom’s species does and they mainly have one purpose: posturing. That is, to intimidate enemies if necessary, but also to attract a mate.

Scene is from chapter 15 of my Tomco fanfic “A Match Made in Hell” if you’re interested.

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