​​REISHA D'HARI // The Dragon Triology

Once a creature of majesty where among her kind, the Dragon Court, she constantly observed human-kind but when she saw one man she couldn?t resist taking human form to visiting him. In that time she fell in love, he with her but when her people found out they were angry. For this her love was taken, his memory wiped of her and then she was sent to earth to live as a mortal with a dragon form. She was sent down in the middle of this raider group, there she was abused, used and made into a slave. Placed on a display rack though she got free of it she wandered around. Who knew the fate that she was to receive that night her life changed.

A creature she had not known had been drawn there by her, loomed over her after she laid sprawled on the tavern floor and there he decided what he would do to her. He would make her his Chylde. A vampric werewolf monster of a strange creation, it was that night he decided to sire her and make her, his own. So now she was a vampric dragon werewolf, but at least now she was immortal again just not living anymore. Well not in the dragon life. She vowed that she would never love another human ever again, and not particular fond of taking a dragon as her mate she forsakes love. She is Reisha Dhari, the vampire dragon. 

The sweet memory of the graveyard with bones of various dead animals scattered in that randomness of life itself. Lingering there among the dead, in memories of the past I used to think that I couldn't run from the choices I had made so long ago but now I find out; memories only chase as long as I run. So... I stopped running. I'm not looking for love in this world, I'm not looking for someone to blame for the reason why I am the way I am. I am just looking for a reason to erase this boredom or immortality. I do not fear death... I just fear not living for the day.

Sleep had been long, with the dreams runing through her mind about the past, erasing all those sad memories leaving only a chosen few in which one could live life. Death. Carnage. Destruction. The true embodiement of evil with the blood inside now molded, perfected into a kiling machine. She survived on fear, on flesh and blood from all. Lust was a key piece but nothing that ruled her mind, as now the dragon creature had awoken in this time. Changed, stronger for the most part as claws itched and life was to be carved with bones and blood of her enemies and lovers. Was she something to be trusted? No, but she did have a strange code of honor in which this beast would ravage the world. 

-- The Past Remains the Past --

-- The Present Is Wrapped in a Bow --

Time had passed, dwindled and decayed with the mortals getting arrogant, stupid moreso than the cattle they already were. Technology had improved only thanks to the generations that didn't mate with incest in mind. Yet the world had become a different place, so noisy and her people had become myths, stories told in books or on things called T.V.

One day venturing from her cave, deep within woods of what was now a state national park that was masqueraded as a bear's cave the rangers didn't bother to come take a peek. Wearing a white blouse and black leather pants, walking on those black boots with her hair that mix of red and black in curls. When she stepped onto the streets over flowing with people who looked at her once then giggled and walked off. She wasn't anything scary, seen as something strange and odd. 

The world was someplace new, people didn't know her kind still existed and humans accepted weird and strange things. It had become a tainted jewel, it was time to explore. Beware the Beast!

(Will be adding more detail to the story later)