He looks fearsome at first, but this creature isn't quite the monster you see.

Fyren has known only his life within the ruins of an abandoned cathedral, a forgotten monument of carved stone and stained glass dedicated to a deity he knows nothing about. It's a quiet life, wandering crumbling halls and crypts, but not an uneventful one. He's cultivated quite a connection with nature, tending to and guiding the plants that provide him sustenance and speaking to the animals and birds of the woods as easily as mortals converse, and even nature has its small dramas to play out. It's the way he's always lived, and he's generally been quite content in it since the day he emerged from the stone halls beneath the sanctuary. It doesn't mean he hasn't studied his home though; Windows as brightly colored as his wings depicting battle between a warrior of light and a fearsome demon, gargoyles with an uncanny resemblance to himself lining the rafters and upper reaches, and innumerable rose bushes growing within and without the ruins all provide many questions and mysteries, but precious few answers. No holy texts remain save for those carved in stone, and even those are weathered by time. What little he has gleaned, and knows to be true by instinct, is that the inky vines that grow across his skin are representative of his life. Deeds done with a pure heart cause a rose to bloom, while those done in iniquity lead to the sprouting of thorns. How it is his arms are already so covered is unknown to him, as they have been a part of him as long as his memory reaches, and no act undertaken in this forgotten shrine has caused the tattoos to grow.

But Fyren isn't the type to let the unanswered questions of his life keep him up at night. He curls in his nest each evening and sleeps soundly, well worn from tending to the needs and wants of the natural world surrounding his home as well as his own. It's a simple life, a quiet one, but it's his. And while his curiosity may smoulder, prompting frequent thoughts and contemplation on the nature of his life and home, it doesn't burn out of control. He's perfectly happy to live this way, looking after the creatures that share his cathedral, and will do so as long as he's able. And considering he's likely immortal, he'll be able to do so forever, provided nothing happens to disrupt that life...

Fyren's a quiet boy, but a very good bean. And such a pretty one! I fell in love with him as soon as I saw those wings and that handsome body. <3
Astute watchers may notice he's a little different from when I first adopted him from  nightowladopts , and I take full blame for that. I let Night know what I was thinking about for his story, and she loved it so much that he was sporting all these wonderful additions in no time. X3
Angel or demon, nobody can say yet. What he is isn't tied to what he can be, or what he will be. Only time and deed will tell what his destiny is.

Fyren belongs to me,  DraconisMagnum
Design by  nightowladopts
Base by  LockworkOrange