Welcome to my blog!

Hi. If you haven't read the "Introducing....." Section thingy on here, do that now, then come back and read the rest of this.


Ok, done reading now? Good for you. A big thumbs up if you actually did what I said, because there is no way I'm going to explain on here what I explained on there. Ahem. That's the cue for everyone who hasn't read the "Introducing......" part yet to go read it. NOW.


For those of you who have read it now or already, I'm happy now. If you still haven't, then you have some serious problems.

As you should already know, I'm a dragon/human hybrid. Surviving is tough sometimes, and it's always getting tougher.

Anyways, for my life in a nutshell, here I go: My twin and I were experimented on for seven years, both of us hybrids. When she didn't make it, I was replaced with her body when she was supposed to be cremated already, and so I made a clean getaway, and so they don't know I'm still alive. I lived in that building for several years before finally escaping with my laptop, which has kept me sane. Last month I met up with Evanna and the Flyers, (Jeremy, Jaime, Morgan, Gorgy and Alice) and we traveled around, now we're just, ya know, around.


And that's my life, shoved, stuffed, and packed into a tiny nutshell.

I fly...

I fly, because I can.
I try, because even if I fail, I can still try again.
They die, because it's either them or me, and I'm not giving up that easily.
The world is tough. I'm tougher.
The evil are strong. But I'm stronger.
They may have the guns and the money and the power.
But I have a will to survive that they can't even come close to understanding.
And it's that will that makes me a killer.
It's that will that means that no matter how many times you knock me down,
I guarantee that I will just get back up again.
And the only thing you've managed to do is piss me off.
So raise that gun. I dare you.
So put your finger on that trigger. I dare you.
But when you find yourself six feet under and pushing up daisies, know that that was a huge mistake you made.
Because messing with me will only lead you in one direction.
And that directions leads straight to death.

Friday, July 13, 2007

yup

Yup, that's right. Wings, tail, talons. I have the whole shabang. Uh, on a completely different note, it might be a B flat instead of a D sharp, what does "shabang" mean? Just wondering.

I actually don't hate having wings and a tail, or talons and a few scales, but they do earn me some funny looks. It's like, it's kinda surprising when someone goes streaking, but uh, if I went streaking, that's a whole nother story. You see, if I went streaking, you would be able to see my tail, my wings, my talons, and even the occasional scale that likes to hang around my hairline and on the underside of my arms and near the tips of my fingers, and all the other places I'd really rather not name, *cough cough*.

Anyways, I have bright purple hair. No, it's not natural, I just like the color purple because it goes well with my black scales. I like to wear clothes. You know, pieces of cloth that are sewn together to fit on a person's body. The only problem is, I have to either make my own clothes, or alter the clothes I buy. And I barely have money for either, nor the means to carry it around as I travel the world. Did you know that I can get to the East if I go West? It's strange....

Back to the topic, me. Oh wait, I was talking about me. Oops. Oh well. Anyways, I like poetry, long walks on the beach, and poking dead things with a stick. I also enjoy chopping off FlyBoy heads.

Let me explain.

I'm sure you've heard of Maximum Ride and her family. Well, imaging the scientists creating someone that's part dragon. Uh huh, they did. They first made a dragon, then they grafted his DNA into me. Mind you he was pretty messed up for a dragon. He couldn't walk, and his voice was really, really weak. I got to meet him when I was four. Then he died. Thankfully, I can use my wings, and my tail, and my talons, and I'm not very messed up. Aside from maybe the fact that I don't looked like normal people.

My goal in life is to find Maximum Ride and her flock. Mostly because they are like, the only other living expiraments who haven't been killed yet.

I bet you're wondering how I escaped. Get this: I didn't.

This whole time that the white coats have been looking for me, I've been right under their noses. I stole away into one of the Schools and have been living there since. Finally they forgot about me and I came out of hiding with a few nice, new items in my possession. Now I just travel around, hopeing one day to run into Max, Fang, Iggy and the rest.

Well, I'll keep you up to date on where I am, which I currently am not very sure of, and will get back to you later.

Saria

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