THIS IS A VERY TL;DR STORY AND HAS POTENTIAL NSF-NESS IN IT. You have been warned.
So you want an inside look to my life huh? Well it’s no fairy tale, though it does have mystical qualities. My story begins as most sad ones normally do, the only difference is that my story is not like everyone else’s. What I mean by that is my mother and father were no typical mortals.
My father, Ignazio, was a dragon. No he was NOT fifty feet tall and covered in scales…not if he wasn’t angered that is. He was a strong and wonderful man who was hunted as though he were some dangerous beast. All my father was ever guilty of was loving my mother, Ren and I…but when anything around him went wrong he was automatically blamed. I lost him when I was only five years old but he left this realm as all warriors wish to…through battle. All I have to remind me of him is a beautiful ivory Cameo he made for my mother and an old amulet passed down many generations through his despicable family and yea, I say despicable for a good reason. Were it not for his brother in law I would not have lost my mother.
Ren was an extraordinary woman. Unlike my father she was not a dragon and that was why most of my fathers family detested her. That and because she was Chinese. She was a Doppleganger or an enigmatic if you will. She could change form into any person or animal and could even take form of a dragon. I have not been able to take complete form of an animal but I once had a dog tail for a week when I was little…but that mishap is another story for a later time. My mother was a very brave and determined young woman. After my father died she and I fled from the war in the states back to our homeland where I was born, Italy. We thought we would be safe there, but we were wrong. As I said almost all of my father’s family, the older ones aside from my grandparents at least, hated my mother and were even disgusted with my father for not marrying in the family. They were a bunch of senile bastards that were so self centered and proud to be solely of dragon blood and not ‘tainted mistakes’ as they so kindly dubbed me. Though my grandparents were old fashioned as well they were kind and welcomed us into their home and took care of us.
Our entire family resided in their estate, life would have been grand there had my aunts uncles and cousins not been so crude, thankfully they were not all like that. I only got along with two of my cousins, Giovani and his little sister Gabrielle; but their parents, Aunt Rosalin and her husband Daemon were perhaps the ones that hated us most and fueled the hatred the rest of their kin had for us. My uncle, as I said, was responsible for my mother’s brutal death but as was I for his later. A hand for a hand as they always says, no? His wife would have been buried at his side, but I allow her to live for Gabby and Geo’s sake.
I left my country fearing my Aunt would not be satisfied until my life blood was drained unto the earth and I set out on my own. I traveled and passed through orphanages from time to time since I was only eleven…but I did not stay long because the other children feared me and the caretaker’s thought I was a demon. You see, dragons are one of the easiest races to distinguish because we are born with tribal like tattoos or markings all over our body and it was only because of my mother I was able to learn how to hide them. But sometimes if I was careless and got angered; they would become visible and frighten everyone. Thus they thought I was the devils child. I grew disgusted with humans and their arrogance so I stayed far away from them as I could. Beside if anyone found out what I was they would have killed me as they did my father. So it was again thanks to my mother I was able to survive for so long until I learned to fight and properly defend myself.
My Swords
My father had taught me to always be alert to everything around you and to trust no one. He taught me basic swordplay and he was the one that taught me how to channel my energy and breathe fire. I wasn’t very good at it when I was young since I was a happy and carefree child but now as a woman I know of pain, misery and rage. They say that hell knows no wrath like that of a woman…such is true in my case, especially because I am a dragon. Two years later I had picked up word on my travels from a couple townsfolk about a sort of ‘safe house for freaks’ as they called it. I cornered one later to find out more and found out it was actually an academic home for mystical beings such as myself.
At first I was not going to look into it any further but then after realizing how long I had been alone I decided it couldn’t hurt. To this day I am still glad I did. This place was extraordinary beyond words. It was a home and school for descendants of grand creatures the humans didn’t even know existed. Humans are ignorant and in their ignorance they are blind to even begin to comprehend there may be other realms, other worlds beyond their own. At first it was not easy being there fo I had not grown up with everyone as the other students did. I had no friends and a majority of the teachers couldn’t stand me. Now that I’m older I realized how they must have felt. There isn’t much one can do when there is a feisty wonder child in their mist. Little did they know that by the time I was seven I had learned several different languages, my own not included. My father’s family had schooled my cousins and I always learned more quickly then them. So when I had progressed more quickly in classes the teachers suggested I take advanced ones with the older students. I still sometimes wonder if they thought that would have intimidated me but it didn’t. For the longest time I was an outcast but would not remain such for long.
A few more years passed and the headmaster called me into his office one day to suggest classes I had never thought of taking for my next semester. Music and the arts were some while fencing, alchemy and astrology were some of the others. He sought out my creative side and it was because of him that I met my first friend and favorite teacher who became a mentor to me. Anwen was a beautiful woman with the voice of a siren…but most creatures with Unicorn blood are naturally graced with looks and the voice of an angel. She and I were the favorite pupils of Nadia who was also a Doppleganger. Perhaps that was why I got along with her so well but she was like a second mother to me and taught me everything my mother had no chance to; and I am grateful to have both of them in my life.
I left the school many years later, setting off to do my own thing now that I had the knowledge and capabilities to live on my own. I went back to Italy to visit my papa’s family, also grateful that the spiteful bastards didn’t dare cause any more trouble for me and many others had passed. I stayed with Gabby and Geo for several months until Rosalin got on my final nerve and I on hers; it was a shame because life was almost peaceful but it was own fault for needing to leave once more. Because of my stupidity and carelessness Rosalin walked in on Geo and I in bed together and it was only because of him that we did not kill the other; exchanged a couple of nasty wounds but that was all. The look on her face was worth every second and I still grin every time I think about it.
So again I left my family and asked Geo to come with me, disappointed when he declined. He said he had to make sure my Aunt didn’t try to come after me and to come back in due time, namely after she had returned to the flames she had been born from. But I didn’t listen and go back time and again whenever she isn’t around. I think both Gabrielle and my grandparents had hoped I’d wed Giovani but he and I were only interested in the others company and I believe that is because we were also the others first real love.
When I returned to the states I found many places to work but I chose tending a bar and modeling on the side for a little extra cash. I was shocked to learn I had a rather large sum I’d inherited from members in the family but that was thanks to my grandparents guilt tripping them into helping me I think. And though I don’t like to either admit nor speak of it often I was once in an adult film and made a pretty damn good chunk of dough from it; though I’d never do such a thing again. It felt disgusting to me then to be handled by a complete stranger AND to have the whole event taped but I needed money at the time and gone through with it. Though I do have to admit, the film was pretty damn good.
I may not always be the easiest being to get along with and I’m not a very affectionate creature either, but I will be the most fierce lover you’ll EVER have if you catch me in the right mood…but do not expect me to linger. I am a fee spirited woman, not some b***h to be trained and kept as some pet. I’m Trina Orinda, and I’m a proud ******** dragon.
So you want an inside look to my life huh? Well it’s no fairy tale, though it does have mystical qualities. My story begins as most sad ones normally do, the only difference is that my story is not like everyone else’s. What I mean by that is my mother and father were no typical mortals.
My father, Ignazio, was a dragon. No he was NOT fifty feet tall and covered in scales…not if he wasn’t angered that is. He was a strong and wonderful man who was hunted as though he were some dangerous beast. All my father was ever guilty of was loving my mother, Ren and I…but when anything around him went wrong he was automatically blamed. I lost him when I was only five years old but he left this realm as all warriors wish to…through battle. All I have to remind me of him is a beautiful ivory Cameo he made for my mother and an old amulet passed down many generations through his despicable family and yea, I say despicable for a good reason. Were it not for his brother in law I would not have lost my mother.
Ren was an extraordinary woman. Unlike my father she was not a dragon and that was why most of my fathers family detested her. That and because she was Chinese. She was a Doppleganger or an enigmatic if you will. She could change form into any person or animal and could even take form of a dragon. I have not been able to take complete form of an animal but I once had a dog tail for a week when I was little…but that mishap is another story for a later time. My mother was a very brave and determined young woman. After my father died she and I fled from the war in the states back to our homeland where I was born, Italy. We thought we would be safe there, but we were wrong. As I said almost all of my father’s family, the older ones aside from my grandparents at least, hated my mother and were even disgusted with my father for not marrying in the family. They were a bunch of senile bastards that were so self centered and proud to be solely of dragon blood and not ‘tainted mistakes’ as they so kindly dubbed me. Though my grandparents were old fashioned as well they were kind and welcomed us into their home and took care of us.
Our entire family resided in their estate, life would have been grand there had my aunts uncles and cousins not been so crude, thankfully they were not all like that. I only got along with two of my cousins, Giovani and his little sister Gabrielle; but their parents, Aunt Rosalin and her husband Daemon were perhaps the ones that hated us most and fueled the hatred the rest of their kin had for us. My uncle, as I said, was responsible for my mother’s brutal death but as was I for his later. A hand for a hand as they always says, no? His wife would have been buried at his side, but I allow her to live for Gabby and Geo’s sake.
I left my country fearing my Aunt would not be satisfied until my life blood was drained unto the earth and I set out on my own. I traveled and passed through orphanages from time to time since I was only eleven…but I did not stay long because the other children feared me and the caretaker’s thought I was a demon. You see, dragons are one of the easiest races to distinguish because we are born with tribal like tattoos or markings all over our body and it was only because of my mother I was able to learn how to hide them. But sometimes if I was careless and got angered; they would become visible and frighten everyone. Thus they thought I was the devils child. I grew disgusted with humans and their arrogance so I stayed far away from them as I could. Beside if anyone found out what I was they would have killed me as they did my father. So it was again thanks to my mother I was able to survive for so long until I learned to fight and properly defend myself.
My Swords
My father had taught me to always be alert to everything around you and to trust no one. He taught me basic swordplay and he was the one that taught me how to channel my energy and breathe fire. I wasn’t very good at it when I was young since I was a happy and carefree child but now as a woman I know of pain, misery and rage. They say that hell knows no wrath like that of a woman…such is true in my case, especially because I am a dragon. Two years later I had picked up word on my travels from a couple townsfolk about a sort of ‘safe house for freaks’ as they called it. I cornered one later to find out more and found out it was actually an academic home for mystical beings such as myself.
At first I was not going to look into it any further but then after realizing how long I had been alone I decided it couldn’t hurt. To this day I am still glad I did. This place was extraordinary beyond words. It was a home and school for descendants of grand creatures the humans didn’t even know existed. Humans are ignorant and in their ignorance they are blind to even begin to comprehend there may be other realms, other worlds beyond their own. At first it was not easy being there fo I had not grown up with everyone as the other students did. I had no friends and a majority of the teachers couldn’t stand me. Now that I’m older I realized how they must have felt. There isn’t much one can do when there is a feisty wonder child in their mist. Little did they know that by the time I was seven I had learned several different languages, my own not included. My father’s family had schooled my cousins and I always learned more quickly then them. So when I had progressed more quickly in classes the teachers suggested I take advanced ones with the older students. I still sometimes wonder if they thought that would have intimidated me but it didn’t. For the longest time I was an outcast but would not remain such for long.
A few more years passed and the headmaster called me into his office one day to suggest classes I had never thought of taking for my next semester. Music and the arts were some while fencing, alchemy and astrology were some of the others. He sought out my creative side and it was because of him that I met my first friend and favorite teacher who became a mentor to me. Anwen was a beautiful woman with the voice of a siren…but most creatures with Unicorn blood are naturally graced with looks and the voice of an angel. She and I were the favorite pupils of Nadia who was also a Doppleganger. Perhaps that was why I got along with her so well but she was like a second mother to me and taught me everything my mother had no chance to; and I am grateful to have both of them in my life.
I left the school many years later, setting off to do my own thing now that I had the knowledge and capabilities to live on my own. I went back to Italy to visit my papa’s family, also grateful that the spiteful bastards didn’t dare cause any more trouble for me and many others had passed. I stayed with Gabby and Geo for several months until Rosalin got on my final nerve and I on hers; it was a shame because life was almost peaceful but it was own fault for needing to leave once more. Because of my stupidity and carelessness Rosalin walked in on Geo and I in bed together and it was only because of him that we did not kill the other; exchanged a couple of nasty wounds but that was all. The look on her face was worth every second and I still grin every time I think about it.
So again I left my family and asked Geo to come with me, disappointed when he declined. He said he had to make sure my Aunt didn’t try to come after me and to come back in due time, namely after she had returned to the flames she had been born from. But I didn’t listen and go back time and again whenever she isn’t around. I think both Gabrielle and my grandparents had hoped I’d wed Giovani but he and I were only interested in the others company and I believe that is because we were also the others first real love.
When I returned to the states I found many places to work but I chose tending a bar and modeling on the side for a little extra cash. I was shocked to learn I had a rather large sum I’d inherited from members in the family but that was thanks to my grandparents guilt tripping them into helping me I think. And though I don’t like to either admit nor speak of it often I was once in an adult film and made a pretty damn good chunk of dough from it; though I’d never do such a thing again. It felt disgusting to me then to be handled by a complete stranger AND to have the whole event taped but I needed money at the time and gone through with it. Though I do have to admit, the film was pretty damn good.
I may not always be the easiest being to get along with and I’m not a very affectionate creature either, but I will be the most fierce lover you’ll EVER have if you catch me in the right mood…but do not expect me to linger. I am a fee spirited woman, not some b***h to be trained and kept as some pet. I’m Trina Orinda, and I’m a proud ******** dragon.
