First Look

With the help of the hated cane, she made her way over to the mirror. Her legs were still so weak, and she had to lean on the wood of the vanity to keep from collapsing. Her left leg ached, and she suspected it always would, just as the fingers of her left hand would always feel clumsy and weak. Unable to even fasten a button.

Slowly, Valairyn raised her eyes to look in the mirror. The three scars that marred her cheek were shocking. Intellectually, she had known they would be there, but seeing them was another thing entirely. The griffin’s talons had not stopped there. Another set of parallel scars raked all the way from her neck, down her back and across her stomach to her hip, an another three cut deep into the flesh of her left leg. Those were what had crippled her, ruining tendons and muscle.

One of the, humans, a young girl that was now assigned to care for her, stood behind her, a tray of food in her hand.

“Get out,” Valairyn growled, wanting to turn and throw something, but fearing that her leg would collapse under her if she removed her hands from the vanity.

“I’m not allowed to leave you.” Her voice wavered, but Valairyn saw her lift her chin slightly. None of her healers would tell her why the dragons had kept her alive even after the death of her dragon and the loss of her entire race. All she knew was that they would not allow her to receive the peace she so desperately wanted. It was cruel, and she hated each and every one of them. They did not know what they did.

“They had no right,” the Rider said, throat constricting over the words as she brought her gaze back to her reflection. “They had no right.”
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look i'm not dead. i'm just not really posting here much anymore.

this is a fairly new character i've been playing with for about a month. Her name is Valairyn Stormchaser. She's part of a race of dragon riders. but her dragon died, and she's now the last of her kind. i have quite a bit of the story fleshed out. idk how much i'll put on here.