CASIMIRA
dragon-shifting daughter of ashhal and ryatah
Being reborn is different than being born.
There was no warmth of her mother’s body. There was no twin curled next to her, her heartbeat always in sync with his. Being reborn was cold, and empty, and lonely.
A single dragon scale, lost in the ash and rubble of scorched Tephra earth in the aftermath of its war, is all that was needed. That single scale, planted like a seed, eventually grew and twisted and bloomed into her. She remembers opening those crystal-blue eyes, and blinking the bleariness away. She remembers, instinctively, that she thought of Cassian first, and then her mother, and then,there was the flash of the star-studded girl hurtling towards her on the battlefield. She doesn’t remember if the impact hurt. She isn’t sure how long she was dead for.
She just knows that she wakes up alone.
She has stayed alone since.
It was easier; the solitude. It was easier to keep to the shadows of the forest, as deep into the depths as she dared to go. There, she was safe – they were safe. When that savage beast that she keeps locked away starts to beat against the confines of its cage, she can’t always control it. Her nights are still filled with nightmares, of attacking the golden stallion, and the black armored creatures that tried to tear her sister apart. She remembers how uncontrollable that predatory drive becomes when the scales take over her body and her ice blue eyes become entirely reptilian, and all she knows is the dragon-fire that runs rampant in her veins.
She doesn’t want to hurt anyone else, but the solitude becomes too much.
Vibrantly white, she does not blend in as much as she wished she did. Slipping along the edge of the meadow she can feel an anxiety tripping along in her heart, causing it to stutter and for a strange chill to shiver across her skin despite the warmth of the spring sun. She closes her eyes, a sigh shuddering from her chest, an attempt to steady herself. When she opens them again, she sees him in the distance; apricot and violet, she isn’t sure what it is that catches her attention. She just knows that when the pale blue of her eyes collide with his light brown own, she feels her heart stop, afraid of what a potential conversation could mean, afraid that she might not keep that dragon subdued.
@[Badden]