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backstory

Hatched on a melancholic and rainy autumn night some 300 years ago, Sandara never actually met her parents or any other dragon for most of her life. Her earliest years were rough, lonely, and full of fear as the hatchling struggled without guidance in a world unwelcoming to her and her kind. The young black dragon went through periods of near starvation as she did her best to keep her presence hidden from the largely human populace around her. While they were mostly afraid of the fully grown of her species, they were not above hunting down and destroying the young ones; a fact she learned at some cost as she nearly lost an eye to an mob formed to hunt her down as a whelp. Dara managed to evade death but was left with a nasty scar over her right eye, a trait she hides behind makeup while in human form. At least that was the only physical toll on her, the shy and gentle creature would never be the same again.

 

Whatever was left of the sweet and timid soul she had within her from that moment on was locked away and buried beneath ebony scaled armor and fiery breath. Sandara became more cautious, jaded, and much more cunning as she spent the centuries callously gliding between the boundaries as she saw fit. As soon as she was strong enough, powerful enough, she began carving out her own little place in the world. She learned how to take human form eventually and found out she was attractive enough to charm and seduce her way into what she wanted. When that failed or simply wasn’t possible, her dragon form had enough brute strength to get the rest done.

 

A few hundred years later, she found herself sitting alone in an immaculate mansion in the very woods she remembered so vividly as a hatchling. All of the land was hers and so were the people on it but she was actually empty inside. Her vengeance was had, she conquered and won, and yet the victory was hollow. She had to ask herself ‘What do I do now that I have all that I thought I wanted?’

 

Days went by and there was little that brought her any joy or that spark of life which she used to feel. The best food and wine seemed tasteless. Music stirred no emotion, even when played exquisitely by top tiered artists just for her. Hunting game held no thrill and no number of well-schooled lovers could fill her with lustful desire.

 

It was all dust. An empire of dirt.

 

That was when she heard of the Island.

 

Sandara promptly put all of her assets aside safely and made her journey to the unknown island, searching for the answer to that question she had previously asked of herself. As for what new journeys and experiences awaited her or whether she would find what she seeks, she could not answer but it seemed like a good idea at the time.

 

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Tati - Spa

Inguk - Prince’s Palace 

 

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