Add an A to this word to mean harshly spoken. When used in prose, the story goes, a wild one cannot be broken

I roar deeply, I quake, and billow black smoke, leaving ash in my wake. Though a dragon I am not, I reach for the sky and spit red flaming hot.

Sometimes I'm swallowed, sometimes I'm illegal, Sometimes I'm deadly, sometimes I'm quite regal. Some big cats can become me, and you'd need all the colors for me to be artsy.

I can take flight, because I'm light as a feather, I can lift heavy, because I'm tougher than leather, I can get your head a better view when everyone is crammed together.

You can have me or starve me, You can run me or pitch me, You can cabin me or spring me, A group of large cartilaginous fish will become me.