Stormforged

He doesn't remember much from before. He knows nothing but darkness and thunder. Then, the piercing aquamarine eyes of his creator. The stiffness in his joints, the lumbering fall of his feet. His eyes seemed to roll loosely in his skull, as if they had not always been there. He felt words impressed into his mind - loyalty. Trust. Protection. Love.

Then, there was a painful spark. His veins (he had veins now?) seemed to fill with fire. His claws flexed and he felt the wind beneath his wings for the first time. His heart (where had that come from? Had he had one of those before?) pounded horribly in his chest, and he frantically sought the gaze of Her. She was there, and he was at peace. As long as She was there, he would be alright. He was created to love Her.

Her clan seemed to have other ideas. What kind of monster was he? Her mother looked at him, her red eyes that matched his own filled with disgust and fear. They were forced to run in the dark of the night, fleeing Her home. He didn't mind, as long as She was with him. Other clans refused them refuge, shocked and scared by the Golem-creature that had far too much life in his eyes. They were beset by monsters, both wide and tamed. And while the blood that dripped from his powerful jaws was the same shade as his eyes, he knew the energy that ran in his veins was electric blue - not that of Her god, but the exact shade of Her delicate wings. He lived to serve Her and Her alone.

She led them to a ruined structure, dragons scurrying about with bits of wood or panels of glass. They were invited in to study the magics that were contained here, the power much like Her own. They could learn from Her, they said. Would She stay?

And the words that came from her mouth made his soft new heart swell - "Only if my mate can be with me."