Nemo : Tale of the Owl
Prologue
- Windra -
My life ...
How can one go about describing my life? It wasn't easy, that was for sure. From the beginning I was shunned. In the end I was seen as an equal. The path between those two climaxes was anything but rose-laden. My journey was long, hard, and filled with thorns that poked and prodded from underneath the dirt. No, I am not fond of the memories I hold. I would rather forget them, but to do so would lose a vital piece of who I am ... and what has shaped me into what I became.
Physically, I became something that I'm quite certain would draw ridicule from your voice and revulsion from your heart. I stand at five feet, five inches. Not very tall, not very short. I have short brown hair that ends at the tip of my chin. My bangs are wonky as shit - in an act of gravity defiance, the right side of my bangs shoots up and then hangs low to conceal my right eyes, which is covered by a thick black bandage: invisible to a world which it would not be able to see anyway. A smaller arching lock hangs over my left eye, a brilliant green speckled with deep emerald. Though a night-dweller, my skin is tan. I think that might have to do with my heritage, but we'll get to my lineage eventually ... like in the next chapter. Or would that be the first chapter? Anyway, I digress ... and I hear the Fourth Wall breaking. That wouldn't be too fun.
My dresswear is something you might see from the acclaimed iNaruto/i series. Do you recall the ichuunins/i and those thick vests they wore, with the collars that stretched upwards to conceal their necks? I have one of those, except it's char black instead of forest green. It's also made from Kevlar - bullet-resistant material is godly, in my opinion. Underneath the vest is a midnight-hued tee-shirt which, like the vest, only goes to just above my waist. That means I get to show off my oh-so-sexy belly button to the world ... whoo-hoo!
[Wolf whistle.
Ahem ...
Complete with black zip-off slacks (they are loose and comfortable, ideal for mobility in tight situations), black armbands, black headband, and black bandages wrapped about my ankles, I look like some sort of martial artist. That's not far from the truth. You see, I specialize in taijitsus - hand-to-hand combat fighting. I could kick your ass.
Nonetheless, I sound like I look like a normal human being, right?
Wrong.
To my original appearance, add a few more details. These include:
- Razor sharp teeth.
- Dragon's feet (silver in color) complete with thick triad digits and alabaster claws.
- A dragon tail (also silver) that stretches for about five feet and is tipped with a jagged yellow spade broken from an incident long ago.
Put simply, I'm a freak. I guess it's kind of fitting, considering that I've been viewed as a nayee since I was born over five centuries in the past. However, the half-dragon appearance only came recently. For nearly five hundred years, I was thought of as a devil for a different reason. Why? What for? The answer is simple.
Humans are a strange species ...
They fear what they do not understand.
And they despise what they fear.
Even if what they're afraid of sheds just as much blood and tears, happiness and joys, as them. It's a little something we call discrimination. I, like others who were born in situations familiar to my own, was the bane of existence and the scorn of society. From the beginning to the end, I am and will always be the monster.
