Ｉ ＤＲＥＡＭＥＤ Ａ ＤＲＥＡＭ
ＡＮＤ ＩＮ ＴＨＡＴ ＤＲＥＡＭ,
ＯＦ ＨＯＰＥ ＡＮＤ
ＦＡＩＲＹＴＡＩＬＳ,
ＣＯＭＥ ＴＲＵＥ
ＢＵＴ ＴＨＥＮ Ｉ ＷＯＫＥ
ＩＮＴＯ ＭＹ ＤＲＥＡＭ,
Ｉ ＤＲＥＡＭ Ｉ ＷＯＫＥ ＩＮ
Ａ ＷＯＲＬＤ ＯＢＳＣＥＮＥ,
Ｉ ＬＩＶＥＤ ＩＮ Ａ ＷＯＲＬＤ ＯＦ
ＶＩＯＬＥＮＣＥ ＡＮＤ ＨＡＴＥ,
ＡＮＤ ＯＮＣＥ ＡＧＡＩＮ
Ｉ ＤＲＥＡＭＥＤ ＯＦ ＭＹ
ＦＡＩＲＹ-ＴＡＬＥ ＦＡＴＥ.
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xxxxxname; Ryuu Tora
xxxxxpronunciation; [ Rie-u Tor-a ]
xxxxxnickname; Ryu [Re-u]
xxxxxkanji; 龍 虎
xxxxxorgin; Ryuu is Japanese
xxxxxand Tora is Japanese
xxxxxsimple meaning;
xxxxxRyuu means 'imperial or dragon'
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→ Meet Ryuu Tora, a feisty little female kiamara. c: xx
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→ I was raised in a different family setting, since my parents were going through money problems; my grandparent raised me as if I was their own child. Of course, two elderly kiamaras handling a small ball of excitement and energy proved to be quite a problem so they gave her books, toys, anything to make me not to be as loud or have as much energy. So my grandmother read me stories of princes and princesses, witches and queens, inspiring my young mind and thinking everyone got a fairy-tail ending.
Being with her aunt also proved a problem, as she already had two rambunctious twins, my aunt kept getting sidetracked with her twins; I was the forgotten child. It didn't really bother me, as I had my books my grandparents gave me, so I knew I was ever alone. Soon I took up a little poetry; it was my escape, I wrote about the twins, school, my parents, anything and everything in my life. As my aunt noticed my rather large collections of binders with poetry on every single page, I told her that I wanted to be a professional poet or a writer, she dismissed my dreams saying, "you'll never make it; try something else you can actually achieve Ryuu."
I didn't understand, I knew every single type of poetry from Cinquains to Haikus, Renjas to Lyrics. I didn't understand, so I expressed my feelings the only way I knew how. I wrote; poem after poem, story after story, I wrote about anything to prove my aunt she was wrong. I spent day after retched day making a pile of my best work trying to make her see I had a chance. So a typical day in summer, I gave my aunt all of my writings; but she didn't care she was busy picking out feathers for then bratty twins. So I walked away from months of work, so I turned back to my books. Until the twins decided to write on all my books with “not even your parents wanted you.”
So I told their mother, showed her the evidence, but she kept saying “it’s fine, and aren’t you a little old for storybooks? No one will get a ‘fairy-tail’ ending Ryuu.” I was shocked to hear the guardian that raised me, she told me she loved me, she told supported me. It was like a wound that was ripped open again, it stung and burned like I was walking through the valley of death. Grabbing the scissors, I showed her how the ugly duckling was done being pushed around. The only thing that every belonged to me was my hair; so I pulled my hair and cut it off at the ponytail with a loud snip. Throwing my cut off hair at my guardians face, “I will make it, any you will be wrong. Give me the most under-rated feather you have, because I will be an inspiration to others. I will get my fairy-tail ending.” With that, my aunt threw a plain old feather at me told me to grab my things and leave.
So I did, I grabbed all of my books, poems, and everything that I ever held precious to me in three suitcases, and set my stuff near the door. Going back to my room, I wrote down The Charge of the Light Brigade on a piece of paper and walked down the hall where my ex-guardian stood. Shoving the paper at her chest, retrieving my bags, I walked out murmuring “Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.” All i could hope for was my fairy-tail ending
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ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟs
ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
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xxxxxname; Ryuu Tora
xxxxxpronunciation; [ Rie-u Tor-a ]
xxxxxnickname; Ryu [Re-u]
xxxxxkanji; 龍 虎
xxxxxorgin; Ryuu is Japanese
xxxxxand Tora is Japanese
xxxxxsimple meaning;
xxxxxRyuu means 'imperial or dragon'
xxxxxTora means 'tiger'╚═════════════════╝
Ｍｙ Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ
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