Kura took a breath. "Here goes....." He looked at the ground. "I too come from an island... But the island that I come from is only inhabited by Nhiostrife Wyverns......" he took a sip of his lemon juice. "Or should I it was.... Our breed was rare... But now......" He closed his eyes. "Maybe I should tell you what happened...." He took another breath. "Okay... The island had always been split into clans, by their beliefs. My clan was the Kuruta clan, we were a family..... Technically..... Our dragon's human form had a special..... Feature.... He opened his eyes. "Our eyes change color according to mood...." he said. "I wear colored contacts to hide it....." he bit his lip. "People all around the world found out about this trait that we had... And some of them wanted us as some sort of servant or something... To show their rank in society I guess.... So they came to enslave us.... But we had something of a choice.... Come with them peacefully and live, or refuse and die.....and what happened after we were dead, was they cut your eyes out of your dead body......" He bit his lip. "We, of course, despised the idea of slavery, so we fought back...... And the retaliation was NOT pretty...." His smile faded. "I was only 9..... " he clenched his fists. "...They killed my mother right in front of me!" he cried, burying his face in his arms. Tears rolled down his face. ".....All of my brethren...family.....dead...." he voice cracked and his shoulder shook. He began to sob. "I'M GOING TO KILL THEM ALL!!!!" he cried, slamming his fists onto the table.