Tyranix

Where there is life, there is death. Just as the strike of lightning can bring a force of great creation, the same force can bring destruction. Strong winds whisking past, the small surge of electricity causing the little lightning bugs to be attracted to him causing things to shrivel up in his path from the breathtaking creature. He might not mean it, but he still manages to take the breath away of nearly everything he encounters.
It was fate that he met her, he was sure.
Tails intertwined, the two bat-like creatures spun about in an almost aerial dance, negating impacts of neither excessive life nor death, an overabundance of neither creation nor destruction. It was perfect, and simply meant to be.

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