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I go where my feet take me . . . or rather what my job requires of me. When Im not in school, Im on the road heading for the next photo shoot. Ive been in many cities and even different countries due to modeling but now Ive limited myself to a catalog model so that I may finish my education.
I have already graduated medical school and in my fifth year of specialized training in pathology. That means Im a doctor who models clothes for JC Penny and Sears, but in the height of my career Ive been on the covers of Ebony, Seventeen Magazine, and Maxim. I have been on other things too such as People, TV guide, and the Tabloids.
It really creeps people out when they learn Im striving for my certification to be a medical examiner. Im not a coroner Im a licensed doctor . . . Doctor Xullrae Zauviir to be exact. One day I will take a national exam by the American Board of Pathology and from there, once I obtain my certification, I will work for the police and the courts to explain how a person died.
So why would a pretty woman with a flare for style spend her days looking at and cutting up the dead? Well . . . lets just say it soothes my monster within.
Sometimes it makes me feel sick, but mostly it calms me to know that theyre worse creatures than me out there. Its why I carry a gun. I cannot use magic anymore, and my weapons are archaic, not to mention property of the U.S. Government. That however is a topic for another time.
Humans of this earth find me fascinating. I find them boring, lazy, and destructive. They call themselves the top of the food chain, but they have forgotten how to stalk and hunt. Everything is handed to them on a platter. They have food everywhere; in stores, gas stations, and restaurants and most times it can be made quickly or premade with things like microwaves. They even overeat and dont even bother to work off the excess.
These People can travel great distances in inanimate objects called vehicles, trains, subways, or aircrafts . . . yet they havent found the means to teleport yet. And they call themselves advanced? All they are doing is heading for the fast track of disaster by smothering their air supply.
What drives this world? Money.
The more you have, the more you control. If you dont have any, then you are useless. Politicians run things, but get this
if you have loads of money like movie stars you can run a whole city just based upon popularity vote. Of course you need to know the right people with good connections but it still boils down to money all the same.
Now where I came from money didnt carry importance, it was a nice bonus and a great reward for services rendered, but it was skill that made one rise to the top. You could be born into an important family, but a lowly street beggar could overthrow you and yours if they had the wits and talent to.
Survival of the fittest; animals have it right. Maybe thats why I like them better and why Im an activist in their rights and in my spare time work at charities for them.
Im judgmental, I get that. I never said I wasnt flawed, but I like to remind folks that they are too. It is interesting in the manner of which these people die. Most is self inflicted. Not suicide per se, but overdose on an addictive drug, alcoholism, and the number one kicker . . . cigarettes. Now add in murder. Motivations? Money and jealousy usually.
Im not human and Im grateful for it. Im not better, but if this is to be my permanent home, I must make my place in it. I must adapt.
But what will I lose in the process? I dont know, but the hunt has begun and I aim to survive in this tech jungle.
I am Xullrae Zauviir . . . a drow about to give these humans a challenge to their species . . .