Itylra wasn't your ordinary moriel, of course she had the attitude but it was more hatred towards her own kind then that of others though it wasn't much better. She was a loner, preferring her books and studies over that of sex and lusts as the rest of her sisters preferred. It was why they hated her so much, she gave that impression that she thought she was better then them and yet in her own mind, she thought she was hardly worth their time and was shunned by her own goddess. The search to figure out who she really was lead her upwards though, to the surface where blinded by the sun for the first week she kept hidden in smaller caves and taverns. It was then that she stumbled into the cave of her goddess's worship and was found by a male human that immediately played her weaknesses against her. Letting her believe that her own would come searching for her, to kill or harm her for her betrayal of leaving them. He played within her mind night after night, nightmares that he would come to the rescue and keep her safe when she was at her weakest until the day came that she was dependent upon him and he put a collar about her neck. Her master became the way that she could perhaps win her goddesses approval back, as he was high priest of her temple. Dependency became lust and love, devotion to the only man that had touched her body and opened her up but she soon realized that she was his…but he was not hers in the way she always wanted, something she would work towards little by little.