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Kaikias- acquaintance

Crucio.- Tried to save him once, unknowingly fighting against his family.








"You want to know my past?...fine"

Back in my world, Humans we're nearly extinct. and what they called us. The "Usagi"...my kind lived together in one large city. The humans became destructive.. A group of scientists wished to create a sort of superhuman race. thus we we're made, My grand parents we're the first. their sons and daughters chose human mates to avoid in breeding. and when the industrial age of man ended we took over. At the head of my clan we're my parents. My mother was the leader of the women and father of the men. heh.. our culture divided us, we we're kept in separate sections. A village for the women and one for the men. The lowest ranking s of my kind we're workers. they harvested food, We...the Warriors, made our own weapons. hunted ...and defended. at birth our fighting skills we're honed and put to the test. those who couldn't cut it we're often bait. or worse.. easy targets for the men. before the winter. just as you deer have your ruts. We had to endure several trials.. yet it wasn't just the men competing for the affection of a idiotic harem. no... We had to fight for our right to be breeders.

Me well.. I was the prime target for every advances. the Women wished for my blood. and the men for me to bring in strong warriors. not only was there the.."royalty" fact...I was never beaten in battle. Ground up with seven brothers will toughen you up quickly. But.. I wasn't strong enough.
You see, it was forbidden to breed out of your social class. Warriors we're always with warriors. workers with other workers. that is how the world worked for us. Weak children we're not an option especially for me.. and especially with a lowly peasant....like him.

We we're in love. things like that we're rare... and feelings we're usually beaten out of the strong..but them those workers. They strive on feelings. on happiness. it was the only things that kept them going in the morning. we had lived together.. played as children for years. I was always the one who never understood. it was until the night that I saved his life from the humans that I realized that he'd sparked something in me.. And unfortunately...I let my self get carried away. When our daughter was born it stirred up an uproar with the village...They sold her to a neighboring tribe...and beat me till I thought that I'd not see the day. I could handle it though.. but

When they found him...It was much worse. I had to watch as they tortured him.and killed him slowly. they made him beg for death. and be so cruel as to not deliver it...Instead they made me do it. A part of me died that day . when they banished me never to return. I never looked back.
And some how.. I ended up here.. all I remember was drowning...





"My likes and dislikes... and how I sound"
Likes ♥
- Sleeping in the sun
- Sparring
- The pond
- Red flowers
- The ruins
- Rain
- Silence
- Solitude

Dislikes
- Being touched
- Sleeping without anyone near by (preferably a strong female)
- Male presence
- Affection ( it scares her)
- The L word
- Loud noises
- Children ( makes her melancholy)
- Losing.







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