Laharin

History
Laharin was not always a dragon. At least in his previous life, or what he perceives as his previous life he wasn't. In his memories exists a world of adventure and danger, a world he once explored with his own two feet.
He was not a human-- as far as he can remember, at least-- but he was definitely a humanoid. His build was tall and lithe but, despite that, his mortal balance and weight kept him firmly grounded, away from the vast expance of the sky-wide horizon.
It was his inability to be free in the sky by his own power that drove him away from the forested expances of his birthplace, into the wide world populated mainly by humans and their deity-defying creations. Months he traveled alone, hiding his origins, in pursuit of a place to belong. A place to bring him closer to the wild blue yonder.

He fought the land and the weather, faced against bandits and tavern brawlers, challenged the limits of his endurance and willpower to strive onwards, but in the end he did it. Two and a half years after Laharin run off into the night, only taking the bare essentials and a single change of clothes in his small leather satchel, he had finally found his place; a pirate, an outlaw and freedom dweller extraordinaire, upon a sky soaring ship! Accepted by the band of misfits that made up the crew, Laharin could finally admit himself able to have a true family. Hense, adventures of plundering and wind-sailing ensued.

Thirty years later, a mature adult by then and captain of his beloved home, Laharin came face to face with what he never hoped to come across again. The firm and unforgiving weight of the Earth. The way of no return.

During a particularly nasty fight between their Freedom Fighting crew and and a band of infamous and bloodthirsty sky-bandints, Laharin, for the first and last time ever since the begining of his journey, fell. Grappled by the enemy captain they plunged off the ship's railing towards the ground, both dying instantly upon impact.
He thought that was that. He can remember the despair he felt upon his last thought, the thought that he would never see, never sail the sky again.

And then came the voice.

A voice like the wind, whispering calm words into his ears, shushing his crying heart.

The voice asked a question with words he cannot remember. He might have answered, but he honestly doesn't know.

The next thing he knew was the feeling of soaring hight above the branches of the hive, doing loops and leaps without ever touching a solid surface, his trusty wings propeling him upwards with ease. He left the nest as soon as he judged himself knowledgeable enough to survive in this new, fascinating world he had found himself into, searching again for his own place to belong.