Legends of Belariath
Aina Isil
Aina Isil, a name she had taken, from the land of the Elves no doubt, many ages ago, times recorded and lost in the endless passage of time. Her name meant Holy Moon to the elves, which is strange in a way, as her scales, the color of onyx, reflect a far different exterior for her. She did not perceive herself as Holy in any way, however she enjoyed the sound of the name as she spent time with the lithesome elves, enjoying both their company and their pleasures. Though her time there was a pleasant one, she did not enjoy the company of men in any fashion, and had been known to strike many of them who tried to get too close to her. Some had taken that as amusement, seeing a handsome young elf trying to woe the beautiful Drak Sen. Other winced as they saw the flash and snap of Aina’s dark scaled tail lashing out at the man, striking against him and sending him tumbling to the ground. She never did much harm, however it took some time before the people soon discovered her preferences, but by the time they had, Aina had left them, and disappeared into the forests.
Aina has been known to be kind to others, as well as merciless to them as well, wandering through the ages across the world, always stopping for a time in some land or another. She gathered the teachings and histories of many clans and races, as well as used her spell work to mate with the pleasing females of each as well before moving on once more. But always through her travels was she marked with one distinct thing; a smooth, white silk dress bearing the design of a red and black dragon upon its backside. She has worn this for untold ages, and never has it seem to ware away. So delicately has she handled it and kept it with her, that it almost seemed to become as ageless as she was. Yet like her dress, she too was aware of her own mortality, for no matter how long the cloth would last, it was still fragile, and vulnerable to destruction.
There was one place among all others that she visited regularly throughout her long existence upon the mortal world. Taur d‘Ramith, the Forest of Dark Dreams, her home. It was in this place where she was first placed upon the world by her great lord, the dark dragon who gave Aina life through her dreams, and forged her within Taur d’Ramith, where it has been said that all the nightmares of the world, dreamt by all mortal beings, gathered and culminated. It was also said that it is also the place where the great dragon herself still sleeps, admist the dreams and nightmares of all the world. And it was in this place where Aina felt herself truly at home. She returned to this place many times during each century, to speak with her great mother, and share the tales of her travels. Though she felt quite sure that the ancient dragon was aware of each place Aina has visited.
Further along through her seemingly endless travels, there were times in which she had to defend herself. Several times she found herself pinned to the ground by large men, her arms held above her head. She always seemed to grin at those times, as each one seemed to forget about her muscular, smooth tail, and letting them realize that mistake as she used it to painfully squeeze their most prized “possession”. It was with this trick of hers that brought many a man to their knees, begging for her to release them. She made sure they couldn’t follow before leaving them in agony. Yet there were times when she was attacked and pinned by women as well. At those times however, she wasn’t as unforgiving. At first being submissive to the females, she soon let them discover how dominant her nature could become when she was in the mood. She tried to settle each of her encounters with as little violence as she could, fully aware of her own strengths and weaknesses.
Through countless ages that seem to pass as quickly as a bolt of lightning across the heavens, learning of the endless world and its inhabitants, she did not feel at all like the times ahead of her would pass as quickly as the years had before. Traversing high mountains and thick woods, she soon discovered a great kingdom. Though it is spoken almost as legend, yet still exists as lively as it was upon creation, the land and kingdom of Nanthalion may be the very last place for her to live and enjoy the remaining centuries of her life, before the time comes for her judgment by her great masters. This place will become the land of her final test and trials of mortality that will make her worthy of becoming a true Dragon at the side of her ancient mother, that being a hope and dream all in itself. And now, her final journey in life, has finally begun.