Dykiri

Dykiri simply sat at the bar, holding her glass tightly as she looked towards you.

"My history isn't exactly the most exciting thing, but you deserve to know I guess. I'd rather avoid going into too much details here for those that might be sensitive. Basicially, I was born to a mother I never knew, my father took me and my sisters, and no I don't really know them that well. Father liked to keep me as his "bitch" and that is putting it kindly. I was abused terribly, treated as less than garbage, but you know something? It only made me angry, bitter, and wanting to show him just who was the alpha. Eventually one day when I tried to "escape" this horrible place, father's men caught me, and father's way of punishing me was by giving me male anatomy, so that I would forever be reminded of my "position". Fuck him, fuck them all. Well eventually, I managed to escape and fled that faclity, as for father, I'm sure he has his men hunting me down even to this day. Not like I care. They come after me, they'll lose their heads. I'm not about to bend or bow to anyone. I'm not a bitch. I'm no one's toy. Dykiri let out a low threatening growl.

"Anyone who tries to use me as a bitch they will find out just how strong I can be." and with that she chugged her drink, drowning out her misery of being alone in this world.