CloudDancer

He loves his freedom, the feel of the clouds as they touch his wings, the wind as it flows through his scales, through his whole body.

The only master he has ever known is the sky itself.

He remembers very lucky about things not pertaining to the sky. His parents are a blur, his life before barely a memory. He knows that at a very young age he lost them, and found his comfort in the sky.

He had been alone as long as he could remember. The puppy that had always been at his heels had followed him into the sky. After witnessing it's master jump off the ground and soar, the tiny little dog had sprouted his own wings.

And both had freedom at their hearts. The sky promised things that land never could, and Cloud needed them all. It had been his whole life as long as he could remember.

The sun shining on him, warming his soul, the rain dancing around him as he danced with it, the thunder clapping for his celebrations. Everything that sky threw at him he took. The only things that could hurt him lay upon the Earth.

So he spends almost all of his time in air, drinking the rain, sleeping on the clouds. His loyal dog sleeping at his heels.

He has everything he needs. The sky is his soul, and the dog is his heart.

What does he care about the past he can't remember, the parents he knows he lost, his fear of the ground? None of that matters.

At least that is what he tells himself.