Character Profile: The Aquinix (With excerpt, as usual)

I'm taking a quick break from elf characters today to introduce you to the character who is quite probably the hardest for me to write: the Aquinix. Sort of a large, sea-blue phoenix, (but with a head more like a bird of prey than a songbird head like a phoenix traditionally has) the Aquinix is to my world as Aslan is to Narnia. He's sort of a Christ figure, watching over the characters and guiding their steps. He came into being slowly, starting with a picture I drew once of a flarefox staring into the sea while a giant blue eagle rose from the water. I later had this image in my head of a blue eagle-like creature flying over a dead forest with water flowing from its wings to revive the trees. This, plus the scriptures about "healing in [Christ's] wings" all came together to give birth to this creature.  It has been very hard for me to write him without feeling like I am being too cheesy or dramatic or something. I still don't know that I've done all that well; I'm certainly no C.S. Lewis, but I hope that I can at least touch people a bit. Anyway, here is the Aquinix!

Name: unknown
Species: Aquinix
Age: ???
Height: 7'0"
Likes: flying, healing, protecting
Dislikes: War

Excerpt: (this is a dream Éadra is having)

Éadra saw the great gold dragon in the distance, running towards her. She tried to run away, but it was like trying to move through molasses. She turned around and saw Erron behind her, gripping her by the arms. He was laughing. Then he began to grow and change, turning into a lion. But he was twice as large as a lion should be, and had the ears and tail of a fox. His muzzle was also a bit thinner than it should have been, and his mane was blood red. The rest of his fur was tawny with a reddish undertone. He'd become a reyle, and she was trapped beneath one of his enormous paws.
The dragon arrived, and the reyle roared a command. The dragon glanced at her for one terrifying moment, then raised its head and flamed. Blue fire shot from its mouth, striking a mountain in the distance. Éadra tried to scream a warning, but her voice wouldn't work. The pressure from the reyle's paw increased.
The dragon sucked in air, preparing to flame again. But before it could, an eagle's cry filled the air. Éadra looked up and saw what she thought at first was some kind of blue phoenix. It had a long, elegant neck and a crest on its head. But it was too bulky to be a phoenix, and its tail was like that of an eagle. Its beak was sharp and curved.
At the sight of the strange bird, the dragon checked itself and calmly trotted off. The reyle ran away in fear. The bird flapped its wings, and a flood of water washed away the rest of the scene, leaving behind nothing but a soothing white. It landed in front of her.
“Aquinix,” Éadra whispered reverently. It nodded.

“Will you help them? Please?”
“I will show them how to help themselves.”
Éadra grew frustrated. That was impossible. The only thing that could pierce a dragon's scales was the claw of another dragon.
The creature before her seemed to know what she was thinking. It covered her with its wing, and she found she was standing again. “Trust me,” it said. “I will protect them.”