Levi

Levi had never known the dragons of his pack, for they had died shortly after he had hatched. As he grew, he began to develop an intensely aggressive attitude towards others, even other mirror dragons. He kept mostly to himself, and if he was with other dragons he talked very little. His reputation of an apathetic lone wolf grew, as he would not accept help from others.

Then there was Pamela. He saw her, floating around the trading post with a coin purse in her claws. There was nothing particularly abnormal about her, save for the bright orange and green that made up her body. With that being said, Levi still felt a certain...attraction to her. Something he could not describe, for he had never felt it before. He made his way over to her, hoping not to frighten the little dragon. He said hello and asked her name, being as polite as he knew how.

She responded, being surprisingly monotone. Maybe all Fae are like this? He had never met one before. He also assumed he was not reading her body language correctly. He spoke with her regularly after that day, and began to have a fondness towards her, which surprised Levi more than anyone else. Any time affections or mating had been spoken of he would immediately change the subject. With Pamela he was different.

He took much more kindly towards her, and spoke softly and affectionately with her. He had an overwhelming feeling that he needed to protect her, with his life if necessary. He knew not what was to come, but while he was with her, he didn't care what happened.