She had never known an angel before she met him, she had never known what it was like to be protected and sheltered within an angels loving embrace. She knew herself, a dark outline filled in with the deepest of black; she knew devils, males with fire in their fists and lies in their smiles, malice dripping from their lips... But she saw him and he was different. There was no halo, there were no wings sprouting out of the plain between his crimson furred shoulder blades, but he was soft in the lines of his muzzle and his clawed fingertips looked less like the flames of a fireplace and more like the clouds of heaven, especially when he held her own muzzle between those augmented digits and when he gripped the small paw of their son.

And God, she had never wanted to slide her fingers up a spine so badly, to feel his scars under her own clawed hands and know that not every broken thing is ugly – that an angel with broken wings can still stand on his own two feet and sing like he has never been caged by his pain. His kiss tastes of something sweet and fading, like the bloom of a flower just before winter: one more beautiful thing to grow on, and to hope for come spring.

He is her April blossom sprouting up from the snow – silent strength that he wears in a halo of his own.
She dreams of him in the night – slow kisses like waves against the sands, touches like turning the pages of the bible. She wakes up with her mouth wrapped around the letters in his name and exchanges them for a prayer.

Please God, don’t just make it a dream. Make it a prophecy.

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Small pup is a character created by myself and
He is the son of our characters, named Kuen Vulnero
He is a red panda, akita hybrid.

Akira belongs to me.
The red panda is Sion and he belongs to

The inspiration for this piece came from a role play between the two of us.

Art is by  pocketcookie