Not really Dragon, not really Furalo.
It isn't all bad though. If the dragons had accepted me as one of their own, I'd be on their council by now (only one of the dragon elders is older than me). But I was declined by the dragon elders when I tried to become one of them.
Not because I wasn't fully dragon, but because I was clumsy and stupid with my magic. They've taught me much, but never invited me to become one of them.
The Furalo tribes accept me as a wise old cat, but they find me hard to trust. My inability to age, plus the fact that I am the second oldest creature alive, both unnerve other Furalo.
Now, in none of the races are half-breeds considered lesser. In fact, with the amount of magic in the world, if the parents love each other, anyone can have a child.
I'm the only half-dragon who has a long life though. The rest live the same length as all the other intelligent races (about 80 years).
Perhaps it is the fact that I became this way using magic...
The Nirrah also won't fully accept me into their ranks. While I am fully genderless and marked by the gods (still no clue which ones, the Nirrah won't explain), I am also not pure enough to become a full Nirrah. The stains on my soul are too dark and irreparable. So I'm a Nirrah scribe.
No one really accepts me to be honest. I live alone, because all my romantic partners don't want to be with someone who doesn't age, doesn't want kids, and doesn't want sex.
I don't have a family, I grew up alone.
I don't belong anywhere, so I just sit here in my house.
Books line the walls, my furniture is thick and squishy and black (for proper shedding of white fur), and I wonder exactly who will read my writing. How does anyone see what I've got to say?
Art by Yoretula
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