#ironwing

... or at least they're trying to.

Daren Mathews/Cerulean Wing belongs to @wingedcatgirl

Yes, there is a story behind this. That story is Maris Stella by @kiraheartilly36 and you can read it here, which I highly recommand:

The freezing rain hit his exhausted body like sharp swords. Shit.. I’ve done it now..

Was all that went through his head as the ironwing that had just saved him carried his battered form through the dark sky, his own dragon had just been killed by a bunch of Marauders, himself only escaping as they seemed to show even a little mercy. They’d taken his stuff, his sword, his shield and all the little trinkets he’d been able to collect on his own.

Well at least this dragon seemed to show a bit of mercy, saving him just on the brink of death, warming his body with the smooth scales. "Shit-" He hissed out as he looked at his hand.. covered in his own blood, he didn’t have anything to bandage up, he needed some food and water and most importantly. He needed shelter. "I don’t know if you understand me.. but I need a cave or some ruins.." He murmured, the ironwing craning its head to look at him letting out a low grumble before continuing its course, seemingly trying to fly as gently as possible, which made him relax a bit.

It felt like hours before the dragon lowered and lowered, before landing on a steep mountain wall, a big cave embedded into the stone. The man sighed in relief as the dragon climbed into the cave, letting him slide off its wing with almost practised ease. The ironwing looked at him with its sharp eyes before nudging him to a wall of the cave, almost forcing him to sit down.

"Yes..Yes I’ll sit down just.."

He grunted before he sat on the cold and moist ground, that cave was cold and wet but better than being pierced by the cold rain again. The warm breath of the dragon hit his face and he looked up. "Thanks.. Thanks for saving me, big guy.." He murmured, his voice rolling out of his throat in a rough murmur.

"I’ll just close my eyes for a bit alright?" He muttered as he took off his metal mask, the burned skin underneath meeting the cool air as his short hair flopped onto his forehead. He sighed, his breath coming out in little clouds as the dragon looked down at him curiously, nudging his head with its snout gently.

After taking some time away to let her have her space, Luster Dawn’s grandparents were invited over again to start anew on the custody discussions. But when they got there, they found their granddaughter with the Princess of Love and a lawyer to make arrangements on her behalf. The filly explained that she was old enough to choose for herself, and not only did the lawyer agree but Empress Cadence was ready to officiate things if they could come to an agreement.

Luster soon came to the conclusion that she would stay close to home in the Crystal Empire, visiting her grandparents only when she wanted to. Ultimately, the decision was in her hooves, just as it always should have been.

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