Rintarou was born out of a mix of two species, a batch of two eggs in which each one ended up being part of a different species. His sister, charming and beautiful was born a Coatl red and white and golden, as he might have been. A beautiful feathery dragon that played under the sun... Meanwhile, as a Nocturne, he was chained to the night. To the shadows that inhabited it and to the endless bright moonlight.
He envied his sister who could stay out and see firsthand the beautiful performances of the skydancers, rolling around the clouds and through the wind... so he stuck to her all through the night, listening to her stories of beautiful dances that seemed to make the whole word stop.
Maybe it was his craving for the light, thought it most likely was the contact with his sister -and the genetics in him- but as time went by, his dark colors changed to pastels. greens and pinks and blues. Unsightly tones for a nocturne. A shame even. he was able to stand in the light for a while, but his condition as a nocturne still showed itself making it hard for him.
having lost his place in the darkness of the Shadow Realm, yet unable to find peace in the day of light where his sister lived either, he was completely alone. Left to roam through the nights in search of a purpose...
Until he saw it... the dream-like image he had always wanted to witness himself. The marvelous performance, magical and unstoppable, of a skydancer crossing the sky... a dance unlike any other, bathed by moonlight and surrounded by gentle petals of red...
If love at first sight was a thing between dragons... he was sure this was the case.
Enchanted, he witnessed the whole dance, and couldn’t help but wave his wings and growl softly, a gentle praise at this magical sight which he would never forget.