I'm Destiny June Saunders, I'm an American-born Irish demigoddess. I'm a child of Iris, one of many uterine siblings.
I'm is boldness, brains, fun and flirtation all rolled into one attractive package. I'm a giggler, the excitable sort of person who's always got a trick up their sleeve. The touchy-feely one who wants a hug or to hold hands. I'm affectionate and I'm not shy about it either. Everyone gets kisses unless they don't want them. Everyone gets hugs to unless they want kisses instead. I'm not a slut-whore with no morals I'm friendly and when I'm that way best to appease me.
I'm temperamental and i've got a short fuse people might not expect upon first impression. Since I'm usually bounding around tackle hugging folks or kissing people on their noses, chins, or eyelids no one ever gives much credit to the fact that this bubbly child of Iris is going to/can and will flip out. I'm exploding with positivity and charm, yes, but on those rare gloomy days I'm quite the opposite of my truer self. I can be almost as dull as the world around me fells or almost as fatal as a near death experience.
Kymber was a freelance photographer who didn't like being tied down to one shoot, one location, or one subject. She loved being able to pick up her camera and snap whatever inspired her. She had a lot of friends in the photography community. Some high profile friends with companies of their own. Kymber did a favor for a former flame she wanted to keep in good stead with. It was one of those too good to be true deals and all she had to do was take pictures. She was part of a team of photographers sent to shoot a surfing competition in Hawaii. Kymber had been to Hawaii more times than she could count on one hand. All of those times she had to pay for it out of pocket and occasionally ended up sleeping on the beach, which isn't a complaint. This time around everything was covered the only drawback was being forced to snap shots of the surfers themselves and the competition. She was actually going to have to pay attention. She got bored half way through that was before she found a picture of a woman she hadn't noticed until she was going to delete her picture. When she looked up Iris was still standing in the same spot enjoying the sight of a quadruple rainbow. Kymber quickly replaced the original picture with another including the meteorological phenomenon.
Being such a free spirit she left her life behind in Seattle and moved to Hawaii to be with Iris. It was a whim thing she wasn't prepared for but she wasn't going to give up this once in a lifetime chance at love. Kymber was happy with Iris, so blissfully enthralled she settled down. She still took pictures as they pleased her, but she also became a school photographer and she took part-time work to supplement her income. Iris never officially lived with Kymber but when they were together that was all that ever mattered to her. She got into a fight with Iris one day, her emotions running abnormally rampant. She felt lonely which was new to her she wanted Iris around all the time which she just couldn't do. Kymber ended the relationship but kept up every effort to see Iris whenever she could. They talked a few times with Kymber even getting the explanation she always needed. They met up less often than when she thought they were a couple. She moved back to Seattle a few months later having recently learned she was miraculously pregnant. Her family and circle of friends had all sorts of theories about why Kymber came back and about her baby daddy. She didn't ask for help from anyone. She never knew what she was doing half the time but she made the best of her situation.
I was born in Seattle to Kymber Saunders and Iris. My other mom, Iris, she came around once after I was born to leave something other than me behind. She dropped off a curious item she told my mom she'd left just for me. I don't know anything at all about my "father" because my mom has never mentioned one. She always clearly tells me I haven't got one either. This was okay when when was little, when I grew up it became a little bit more aggravating as time went on. I knew most if not all little girls and boys for that matter had a daddy. Even if they didn't know him like I didn't know mine there was one at one time dead or alive. I tried in vain to hold back my frustration with my mom for not at least admitting to that. My grandfather wasn't a big part of my mom's life because he walked out on my grandmother. My mom had a problem with that and wouldn't allow me to see him. He still sent me cards and things through my grandmother which was our secret. I had to find out on my own that this man wasn't someone that she be involved with us. He broke my heart a few times promising me one thing and then doing something completely different.
There was finally a man around when I still a tiny little thing. Although I don't remember much about him I know that my mom trusted this one guy enough to let him be around us. With little to go on from my own recollection I've relied on what I've heard from my mom and her mother. When he left just as abruptly as he came things went back to normal for the rest of us. My mom was bitter about yet another issue of abandonment. She spoon fed that same resentment to me, and I started to dislike the same people that my mom did. Those people were usually men, I was determined to keep all of them away from my mom. At 12 years old I even went so far as to physically push men who approached my mom back telling them to 'get away from us'. This too was considered okay when I was still little, when I grew up a bit it became a whole lot more violent as time went on. I started kicking, biting and when I got taller I added some punching into the mix. My mom thought it her good looks that made sure none of these men ever had me taken away from her or put into a psychiatric hospital. She thought we were able to get away with the excuse that I was just a child.
It was the end of December and I was 13 when I was attacked by a monster for the first time. I wasn't home, I was at a party. It's not something I did a lot. My mom forced me and I begged her not to. I cried in the car the whole way and she still made me go. I knew something bad would happen and it did. We were playing some stupid game I didn't want to play in the backyard. They dared me to stand on the edge of property where there's no fence. They lived near the woods and this stupid dare was one they always did and quit pretty quickly when it was dark. I didn't want to be there so I should've quit. I didn't like them teasing me so I decided to set and then break my own record. I would've done it too if that dog hadn't come alone. There was only one other person there who saw it, Landon. If it weren't for him it probably would've gotten me. He chucked a spear right by me and the next thing I knew he'd given me dagger and we were both driving that thing off. We made up some story about rabies and left.
The dagger ended up being mine to keep and I needed it. I didn't tell my mom anything about it. I did tell my grandmother. Not until after I'd been in a few more scuffles. More dogs with too many heads. Some horses that could breath fire, a couple types of insects that were way bigger than they should be. The one thing all these monsters had in common is that they were always coming for me. They found me most often when I was with Landon, but they got to me when I was alone too. Telling my grandmother the bit about the boy, that was a mistake. She ended up telling my mother once I'd mentioned all the fights I'd gotten into. The only thing she could focus on was the boy. It was grandmother that had to remind her about the box. The box I'd seen sitting at the top of her closet and too far out of reach the majority of my life. It was mine. Inside it was the Knucklebuster she didn't want me to have. She felt differently when she got hear about how I actually needed to use it. It transformed from pointed brass knuckles to Karambit and I used that curved knife to tear a hole in the wing of a Harpie.