My name is Rayne. My mother named me for the first thing in our world to touch my skin. As I grew, I realized that this was the custom amongst my people. I am of the Nightstorm Clan of the Griffonytes. I, like my father before me, will become a Knight of Tecannis; warriors dedicated to protecting the Sorcerer's Guild.
After my coronation, I will be appointed a mage to be guardian to, until I am freed or until I die. This is the way of it. This is the way of our people.
The night of my birth, my mother flew to the top of the Earth Cradle, the sacred birthing ground for our Clan for the past six thousand years. In the heart of the storm of magic that washed over us, I was born. Normally, Griffonytes like myself will grow broad and strong, to learn the ways of the dance, of battle.
We will grow tall and proud, and carry the title of warrior with honour. I am not like the rest of my people. My power does not end at my muscles, nor my sight. I can fly for days at a time, where others must stop to rest. I glory in the sensations of natural magic that I can feel flowing around me as I soar through the air.
I embrace the natural energies surrounding us; the power of the earth herself. These powers are not meant for a warrior. The wizards, should they ever learn, will take my power from me. The wizards are terrified of the natural powers, the magic of earth that bore their servants, the Griffonytes, the Draconians, and the Unicretians.
Draconians like Alyssa, Queen of the Thieves Guild, and my mentor during my younger years, when escaping the Great School meant a day of freedom on the streets, thieving and learning the tradecraft of the infamous guild. Unicretians like Kunai, the beautiful and cold Mistress of Shadows, teacher of the killing blows, and knife fighting.
We are the Magai, creatures of magic moulded into man's shape, without his emotional control. Without his will power. Natural energies flow through me like a tidal wave, tearing apart my senses with the base, primal need for release.
At times, I can barely stand to be in the same room as any other female, and my killer instincts are far more powerful than most of my brethren. As such, I lead a loner's life. I tried to keep away from my kin, until this aloofness brought down a simple meeting, which in turn destroyed my life.
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Kunai shut the door behind me, and pointed to the small chair in front of her desk. Her robe barely concealed the silken white fur that covered her entire body, and it clung to her shapely form as if daring me to look at her. The lion part of my soul roared at the female's challenge to my innate superiority, and the proud eagle chorused.
I clamped down my beak, knowing full well that my feathers were rising in anger as my lions mane ruffled in sync. Kunai's luminescent black eyes observed me coldly as I struggled with the power edging at my fingertips. I was in her school to learn to become a warrior.
Every fibre of her supernatural being thrummed with the power churning inside me, but she barely blinked. She cleared her throat, and tossed her own pitiful mane. The silken tresses flowed down her back and cascaded down her shoulders. My eyes hungrily roamed her body, as her anger flared at my lustful gaze.
"Rayne, I don't begin to understand every young, foolish creature that walks through my doors. But you truly baffle me, and I don't like it. Your teachers tell me you excel at almost everything you touch. Your hand to hand unarmed, knife skills, and bow skills are unmatched. You're the top of your class in the Griffonium Skills, Warfare, and Practical Guardsmanship."
"Yet your classmates barely speak to you, most of the females in this school tell me that you constantly give off a sense of impending danger, and you've fought with virtually all your male classmates. That's eleven hundred fights, in two years. Imprisonment fails, as you merely fight your way out. You're headed for Battle Magery, for certain."
My breathing began to quicken as I scented her skin, the soft, earthy scent filled my senses, and my tongue darted out to taste it. Kunai started, and stared. I clamped my mouth shut, and she blinked and shook her head. "Regardless, you must understand that there are more skills to learn than simply taught classes. You must develop your social skills here, in your formative years of life." She stood up, and turned away, to look out the window.
"I realize it must be hard for you. In some way, outside of my knowledge, you have obviously become far more attuned to your bestial side than to your magic birthed humanity. I know that this must be hard for you..."
She trailed off as she heard the click of the door to her office, as I locked it. Her eyes were confused, but I didn't care. I strode purposefully towards her, and she began to back up towards the window. "What are you...?" She never finished as my hands slipped inside her robe to grasp at her ribs. She pushed against my shoulders, but my lust was insatiable.
"Rayne, stop, you're not thinking clearly, something's wrong..." I bent down and ripped her robe open, my eyes fixed on her taut nipples. She exuded heat like a bonfire. My eyes flicked up to hers. She shook her head.
"It's just a phase, I..." My beak snapped down and caught one of her teats in between my sharp teeth. She gave a squeal of pleasure, then shook her head. "No, no, we can't." My tongue slithered down and caressed her nipple while I still squeezed it between the points of my beak. She sagged beneath me and began to quiver.
My cock parted our robes unassisted, and nudged her stomach. Kunai's eyes widened as she looked down, and her hands dropped to my length in wonder. Her breath hissed out between her teeth as I continued to feast on her nipple, and my claws raked her robe down to her feet.
