Interview with Khyrsaraylynx [part 1]
Name?
Khyrsaraylynx Cloudwalker
Any nicknames?
Khyrsa, Khy, Khyr, Khyrs
Age?
Ancient. Even past most ancient dragons.
Race?
Red and Platinum crossbreed dragon.
Red and Platinum? As in the Lawful Evil red dragon and the Lawful Good platinum?
Yup.
How did that happen?
-shrugs- beats me, but here I am.
Are there any others? Siblings?
-sighs- No siblings. There would have been but our mother found us after hatching...-trails off-
What happened?
-shrugs- I hatched first and wandered from the nest. There were 13 others. I went deep into the cave that we were in and was in the dark when our mother, the red dragon, came back. She saw the others hatching, saw that they had the red and platinum scales, then flew into a rage and started killing them. She slaughtered them all, save for me. She didn't see me. I watched her from a small niche in the wall. When they were nothing more than shredded corpses, she left and never returned.
What happened then?
-sighs, looking both unhappy about remembering and resigned- Then to survive, my first meal was the bodies around me. I ate them to live.
*silent for a moment* I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you remember.
-shrugs once more- It's fine. Next question, please?
Alright. Any kids?
Yes.
How many?
Too damn many. ><
*OOs at this* But you only look like you're, no offense, only about 16 or 17. How is that possible, unless you had clutches of eggs?
-chuckles, shaking her head- Thanks, and none taken. I'm actually well past ancient status in a dragon's life. I'm actually a great-, great-, great-, great-grandmother.
*Eyes wide in shock* No?!
-nods- Yes.
Um, ok. How about a mate?
Nope. No one.
Marital status?
Alone.
Want it to remain that way?
No. Not really. But I'm picky.
How do you mean?
I mean that I don't want someone that just wants to screw consistently. I want someone that will actually care about me, and not what I am or my status. Someone that is kind, considerate, loving, tolerant of my moods, and will take the good and the bad equally with me. Be there for me through thick and thin, bad and good. Not just for the good.
I take it from that, that you had one or two that were the opposite?
Indeed, you are correct. Only ever had one that treated me good like that and he was killed.
Oh I'm sorry. What happened, if I can ask?
-the corners of her mouth tilt downward lightly- His name was Infernius. A red dragon. He accepted me as I am, despite the fact that I'm a crossbreed and hated by most dragonkind for it. We became mates; more than that, we became bonded, linked in both soul and blood. For a while, we were happy, living in a cave high in the mountains that overlooked a broad valley that was plentiful with game. I ended up pregnant with our first clutch of eggs. Close to my time of laying them, Infernius flew out one sunny morning to hunt. It was early morning when he left. After several hours of not seeing him, I flew out after him. I was egg-heavy and shouldn't have, but through the bond we shared, I felt something was really wrong. I found him...with another male, in battle. The other red dragon male was larger and older. Before my eyes, I watched him snap the neck of my mate and cast his body away. As the lifeless corpse of my mate, the holder of the other part of my very soul, crashed into the forest so far below, something inside me just snapped. I didn't think; I just reacted. I attacked the other male in a frenzy. We fought viciously and I, though badly wounded, won, killing the male. I ended up crashing just after his body did. I lost the clutch of eggs...almost lost my life.
Oh my...I'm so sor...
-cuts him off- Don't apologize. Hate that. I survived and it's the past. Saying sorry doesn't fix anything, nor does it bring back anyone or anything. So there is no point in repeating what so many before you have said before.
Ah ok. *clears throat* Any hobbies?
I sing, cook, draw, dance, create various things mostly from boredom, and I can entertain people.
Entertain?
I have a really good sense of humor and can make almost anyone smile, even if they are feeling down or upset.
That's a good thing to have. Any secret talents?
-grins some- nothing that I can say aloud.
Why is that?
They are all really .....naughty....talents.
Naughty? You're on So Furry. You can say what they are.
I could. This is true, but I prefer to show, than to tell. -winks-
To me?
No.
I'm not good enough?
I don't know you well enough.
And that's a problem?
It is to me. I hate being touched by strangers. Loathe it. The only exception to that is if the one touching me is male and does it a very specific way. If he succeeds, he can touch and more. If he doesn't, he'll probably lose that arm.
I don't wanna lose my arm...
So don't touch me.
*sweatdrops* I think I'm done asking questions for today....
That's fine.