Shula took a sip of her water, leaning forward and crossing her arms on the table.<br/><br/>"Well...I guess to make sense it would help to have a little background." She said, taking a breath. "I was born in a cult. There are groups of people who worship dragons as gods and it makes sense; I'm sure I don't have to tell you that they're massive, powerful, and can hold a lot of knowledge since they live so long. This particular cult actually had a dragon that they served. There was a belief that one day a young dragon born from a humanoid would be born and fulfill some kind of destiny to destroy the non-believing infidels or something like that." she said, rolling her eyes and trying not to seem to serious about it.<br/><br/>"They had an odd and honestly really gross custom. I don't know why the dragon let them do this, so don't ask, but they would take it's blood and pregnant women would drink it. Certain demons blood has power, but I'm sure you know that often times it can be deadly. The cult would select strong females a handful at a time, ones that the dragon deemed worthy and they would be forced to drink this blood every few days in hopes that it would mutate the fetus and create offspring. Almost all of them died and those who didn't would die from childbirth. The babies were always dead or too deformed to live...until I came along."<br/><br/>There was a pause and Shula tapped her fingers on the table, averting her gaze from Faelan. "I'm not sure who my father was and my mother didn't survive the child birth. From what I heard it was very...violent."