This choice: You are Opal, a prismatic blue dragon, who can't decide on a gender. • Go Back...Chapter #3You are Opal! by: Nomnom7   Eventually, after a long series of slight changes throughout your life, you finally reached a form that you found pleasing to the eye. You have great, for your young size of 20 feet, webbed wings that are quite normal for a western dragon, such as yourself. Your many, shining scales reflect a great many colors, but the pigment that radiates most brilliantly is a shade of blue, not unlike the stone of your namesake.
Your gender, however, is something that you have had a much more difficult time deciding on, compared to the appearance that you have your heart set on. You've never had any preference for one or the other, and have found switching between the two much easier than something like changing the color of the scales all over your body. "Besides," you figure, "I'm still quite young, for a dragon. Why should I settle for one gender now, when I might desperately wish for the other later?"
Aside from your struggle to achieve asthetic perfection, you have found yourself remaining in a male human form. You stay male, as it was the gender your father discovered you in, and consistant switching between the two would be both disconcerning as well as confusing. Besides, when you do become female, it allows for anonymity, which in turn allows you to do several other amusing things.
Genders aside, you have found yourself remaining in your human form, as you happen to reside in a kingdom that has remained seperate from dragons. As such, one of the peasants there suddenly becoming a dragon would be much more than simply a surprise. You would likely find yourself under attack from the same guards that are meant to protect the peasantry. At one point, the fear of this occuring became one of your predominant thoughts. You went around without looking anyone in the eye, out of the fear that someone might notice the slight difference in your pupils that distinguishes you from the rest of humanity. It wasn't long, however, before you realised that it would take not only the knowledge of this difference existing, but actual, lengthy study of your eyes to even catch a hint of your species. As such, your fears were quelled.
After your fears about your species and the knowledge that came with it faded, you quickly found yourself wondering what you were to do with your excess of wisdom. You found yourself leaning between a simple learning, and mastering, of hunting - something that your dragon-self could partake in - the chivalrous actions of swordplay - something that would open paths to gallantry and heroism - and the vast world of magic - the likes of which composes a significant portion of your knowledge.
All three paths held drawbacks, however. Should you decide to hunt, you held the chance of poaching the wrong beasts and getting caught as a dragon. Should you take up a sword, you may find yourself too weak to even hold it properly. Should you fancy yourself a magician, you run the risks of being an outcast, and accidentaly casting spells that you know of but cannot handle. It was a decision that you had to think long and hard on.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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