Gen3 dragonized archangel



A fallen angel (borderline demonic)
A great tracker
Fiercely loyal



He’d always preferred being left alone.
Once, his dark colors had been the target of many a mocking dragon. So gloomy, so quiet, forever destined to be alone, they’d said.
It had taken moving between several clans to find one that seemed just fine with accepting him for who he was, and even then he held himself aloof from some of his clanmates. To most, he was a solemn and intimidating Imperial, to those he held dear he was a perpetual worrywart who didn’t know when to stop fussing. It was a hard habit to break, it was simply in his nature to fret over their wellbeing. If they cared enough to talk to him, to reach through the grim mask he wore, then Ben would very well extend the same courtesy and more to them. He’d made good friends with quite a few of his clanmates, but none had ever quite piqued his interest right from the start as she had.

Kirara.

It had been by sheer chance that they’d met at all. While his clanmates grouped up for hunting or foraging missions, Ben preferred to tackle things on his own. Blessed with keen eyesight, he had a knack for picking up odds and ends that the clan invariably found use for: whether it was firewood, trinkets, scraps of metal, all would go into his collection pouch and be carried back to the clan. At first his clanmates had concerns about his wellbeing, it wasn’t safe to go alone, they argued. One blast of scorching flames from his maw silenced those protests and made one thing very clear - he could very well handle his own.

So there were no more complaints about that matter afterwards. Ben was free to roam within their territory and scavenge whatever he could find.

He just hadn’t quite expected to stumble upon an entirely different treasure that night.
The valley with its field of fireflies was a place Ben had mostly kept to himself, a secret place where he could sit and savour the sight of the numerous glimmering lights weaving through the air. Yet that night when he had arrived, someone else had beaten him to it, and was joyfully romping through the grass, accompanied by vibrant sparks of magic that bloomed in mid-air like fireworks. The light illuminated her smiling face perfectly, so full of life and sheer happiness was she that for a moment, Ben forgot he had been standing there in the first place. She was a free spirit, unbound by life’s shackles, she was the epitome of vibrance and joy itself. Not once in his life had Ben ever seen anyone dance with such carefree abandon, even if the dance was a tad on the clumsy side.

So imagine his surprise when she caught sight of him, and practically bounced over to chirp a greeting, as if it was perfectly normal to say hello to any random stranger you saw, much less someone dressed in dark colors and appearing as imposing as he did. Ben had been tongue-tied for the first few seconds, all he could think of was how he wanted her to stay, to show him how to let loose and enjoy life as she seemed to. Perhaps leaping straight to inviting her to the clan wasn’t the best opening line, but Kirara’s eyes had lit up as bright as the stars themselves the moment he’d asked. It had turned out to be the best decision of his life, really.

There was simply that spark of radiance in her that Ben admired, the exuberant way she greeted each day and each task with. Granted, his clanmates had their suspicions at first, but even they had come around after seeing Kirara meant no harm, and had only wanted a loving home. When asked as to why he’d brought her back, all that came to mind was, “She interests me”, but that fell so pitifully short of what he truly wanted to say. How did one describe the way he was drawn to her light, the way her enthusiasm was the perfect counterpart for his solemnity, or perhaps how he simply loved hearing her laugh? How did one find the words to express this warmth in his chest whenever he saw her bright smile?

How did one describe it - that from the very first moment, she’d stolen his heart?

Writen by Rei711



Poem writen by SilverSilver

Solemn, you strode among the trees
Ignoring the fox-lights, the fireflies
Until you stumbled into a clearlight glade
Where you saw her dancing there:
Born of wildfire and cold northern air -
You paused and stayed awhile.
So long you kept to the edges
That although the morning light
Could blind your shadows,
Still you stepped forward,
Past your own night.