Summer 15, 514 A.V
Xen was sitting in the Red Room with his mind plagued with worry and doubt. In the silence of the Red Room, he could not understand why he was feeling like this. He couldn’t understand why this pain was centered only on his heart! Why did he feel as though he had just experienced an incomprehensible loss? This absence upon his heart slowly began to spread—its thorny extension’s grasping at his flesh. Xen cringes at this sorrow which began to deeply embed itself within his soul and feed upon the happiness there. These cold, blackened roots rob him of precious warmth.
Then his mind began to wander into darkness where it quickly lost its way and discovers ill-founded fears with it—misery. The warm and smooth floor beneath Xen suddenly turns cold and feels as though blistering ice had replaced the smooth, stone floor beneath his fingers. The world around Xen darkened but only slightly, for colors could still be seen vividly inside the deep and dark purple of his eyes. Yet the bright meaning he gave the world—this world of love, was now losing its precious, vital meaning.
Xen looks at his hands and closes them to form them into fists. What had he done to deserve this? Why did he have to experience this emptiness again, for what reason? He stands to his feet as anger takes ahold of him and crushes sadness. Like before, his loved ones left him in Zinrah and never returned. Xen angrily grits his teeth. It appears as though history was repeating itself with his beloved children and wife, Aka: who he hadn’t seen in some many days. In the jungle, living things that go missing within its depths hardly, nigh never return. Disconsolation could describe the state Xen was in as all of this just made life for him much less enjoyable.
A drowsy customer is what brings Xen back to reality. The constrictors clumsy yet sluggish movements were amusing to witness; they cause the ire stricken Xen to realize that there were still some things capable of bringing light to his existence. He displays a small grin but his visage still of a young, male dhani that had lost his beloved and cherished mate. A sigh escapes Xen’s mouth as his eyes close for a moment. When he opens them a few tears stream down his cheeks and hit the floor with a sorrowful sound. In doldrums, one is given a crown to wear and earns the title: the crestfallen.
He knew love that turned to poison: a lovely toxin that fuels this vexation.
“Welcome to the Red Room. I’am Xen and I will be taking care of you today,” Xen says to the constrictor with a dull and almost lifeless tone of voice.
The tears upon his cheeks had dried but within they continued to flow as ice. Xen watched in silence as the constrictor, to his inconvenience, flops onto the massage table. Oh great, now he had to reposition this heavy, female constrictor all by himself! This was probably going to be a tedious task as most constrictors did not enjoy being touched, by some random viper, without their knowing. Xen gently grasps the constrictors left leg and places it onto the table. The last step was a bit tricky; he had to reposition the big female’s upper body and avoid being grasped or struck by her arms.
“Madame, you need to fix your posture.”
The female was silent but compliant and she lazily lines her human form with that of the massage bed. Xen was quick to place a towel over the constrictors nude form, he believed that one’s body should not be displayed openly to others but the constrictors and the rest of his kindred were nudists at heart. He shows his modesty but the blushing and easy-to-fluster nature of his was gone. This pain he felt was only brought onto him by his naivety and weakness in spirit.
“ Useless, things such as emotions; they are all but pointless distractions that hinder my advancement, ” Xen thought bitterly and coldly.
The female constrictor continued to be silence; however, with her body language, extended leg and constant eye contact with Xen. She made what she wanted clear…a leg massage. Xen extends his left hand to catch the sole of the female’s foot and uses his free, right hand to feel her from her ankle all the way up to her knee. The shin-bone made judgment difficult but from what he felt, as he moves his hand behind her knee and massages downwards, there were no visible knots. Xen switches hands after his right hand reaches the constrictors ankle and uses his left hand to massage the left side of his client’s leg.
When he passes the knee, he slightly strengthens his grip and allows the four fingers of his palm to slide beneath his client’s thigh as his thumb rolls along the top part. Xen pauses in his session to avoid going too high up his client’s thigh as he did not want to his actions to be perceived as something sexual. He then releases his grip and places the palm of his hand onto the constrictors thigh. Time seemed to pass quicker when one’s mind was too distracted to feel its perpetual flow. Yet Xen, as he was now, would not allow times presence to go unnoticed under his keen senses. He massages downwards, allowing his soft hand to scan the flesh beneath it. Xen was pleased to know that his client was devoid of knot and when he reached the ankle once more, he releases his client.
“How doess your leg feel?” Xen asked curiously.
The female constrictor stood to her feet and flexes her leg. The towel placed on her falls onto the moist floor and Xen was quick to retrieve it. When he gives his client the towel she doesn’t cover herself: instead she places the towel across the back of her neck and steps into the warm water of a nearby hotspring.
“My leg feelsss a bit better. Thank you,” says the female constrictor.
Xen bows in silence as a kind of your welcome to the constrictor. This was probably the first time a constrictor thanked him in Zinrah and he grins slightly. A small bit of thanks could heal most damaged hearts it seemed. Xen leaves his client to relax and sits down on a vacant massage table, he deserved a bit of rest despite doing only a small amount of work. When he sits back on the table, sleep was ready to take him away. This affliction upon Zinrah still hadn't passed and seemed endless, when would it end? All of this was just too tiresome. The disappearance of his children and beloved Aka weighed heavily upon him even as his mind tried to rest.
Xen would never forget her; memories of her would linger forever on within his mind. He closes his eyes to gaze upon the bittersweet as apathy takes hold. Xen believed he would always be beside his mate but eternity and destiny believed in something else it seemed.
Then his mind began to wander into darkness where it quickly lost its way and discovers ill-founded fears with it—misery. The warm and smooth floor beneath Xen suddenly turns cold and feels as though blistering ice had replaced the smooth, stone floor beneath his fingers. The world around Xen darkened but only slightly, for colors could still be seen vividly inside the deep and dark purple of his eyes. Yet the bright meaning he gave the world—this world of love, was now losing its precious, vital meaning.
Xen looks at his hands and closes them to form them into fists. What had he done to deserve this? Why did he have to experience this emptiness again, for what reason? He stands to his feet as anger takes ahold of him and crushes sadness. Like before, his loved ones left him in Zinrah and never returned. Xen angrily grits his teeth. It appears as though history was repeating itself with his beloved children and wife, Aka: who he hadn’t seen in some many days. In the jungle, living things that go missing within its depths hardly, nigh never return. Disconsolation could describe the state Xen was in as all of this just made life for him much less enjoyable.
A drowsy customer is what brings Xen back to reality. The constrictors clumsy yet sluggish movements were amusing to witness; they cause the ire stricken Xen to realize that there were still some things capable of bringing light to his existence. He displays a small grin but his visage still of a young, male dhani that had lost his beloved and cherished mate. A sigh escapes Xen’s mouth as his eyes close for a moment. When he opens them a few tears stream down his cheeks and hit the floor with a sorrowful sound. In doldrums, one is given a crown to wear and earns the title: the crestfallen.
He knew love that turned to poison: a lovely toxin that fuels this vexation.
“Welcome to the Red Room. I’am Xen and I will be taking care of you today,” Xen says to the constrictor with a dull and almost lifeless tone of voice.
The tears upon his cheeks had dried but within they continued to flow as ice. Xen watched in silence as the constrictor, to his inconvenience, flops onto the massage table. Oh great, now he had to reposition this heavy, female constrictor all by himself! This was probably going to be a tedious task as most constrictors did not enjoy being touched, by some random viper, without their knowing. Xen gently grasps the constrictors left leg and places it onto the table. The last step was a bit tricky; he had to reposition the big female’s upper body and avoid being grasped or struck by her arms.
“Madame, you need to fix your posture.”
The female was silent but compliant and she lazily lines her human form with that of the massage bed. Xen was quick to place a towel over the constrictors nude form, he believed that one’s body should not be displayed openly to others but the constrictors and the rest of his kindred were nudists at heart. He shows his modesty but the blushing and easy-to-fluster nature of his was gone. This pain he felt was only brought onto him by his naivety and weakness in spirit.
“ Useless, things such as emotions; they are all but pointless distractions that hinder my advancement, ” Xen thought bitterly and coldly.
The female constrictor continued to be silence; however, with her body language, extended leg and constant eye contact with Xen. She made what she wanted clear…a leg massage. Xen extends his left hand to catch the sole of the female’s foot and uses his free, right hand to feel her from her ankle all the way up to her knee. The shin-bone made judgment difficult but from what he felt, as he moves his hand behind her knee and massages downwards, there were no visible knots. Xen switches hands after his right hand reaches the constrictors ankle and uses his left hand to massage the left side of his client’s leg.
When he passes the knee, he slightly strengthens his grip and allows the four fingers of his palm to slide beneath his client’s thigh as his thumb rolls along the top part. Xen pauses in his session to avoid going too high up his client’s thigh as he did not want to his actions to be perceived as something sexual. He then releases his grip and places the palm of his hand onto the constrictors thigh. Time seemed to pass quicker when one’s mind was too distracted to feel its perpetual flow. Yet Xen, as he was now, would not allow times presence to go unnoticed under his keen senses. He massages downwards, allowing his soft hand to scan the flesh beneath it. Xen was pleased to know that his client was devoid of knot and when he reached the ankle once more, he releases his client.
“How doess your leg feel?” Xen asked curiously.
The female constrictor stood to her feet and flexes her leg. The towel placed on her falls onto the moist floor and Xen was quick to retrieve it. When he gives his client the towel she doesn’t cover herself: instead she places the towel across the back of her neck and steps into the warm water of a nearby hotspring.
“My leg feelsss a bit better. Thank you,” says the female constrictor.
Xen bows in silence as a kind of your welcome to the constrictor. This was probably the first time a constrictor thanked him in Zinrah and he grins slightly. A small bit of thanks could heal most damaged hearts it seemed. Xen leaves his client to relax and sits down on a vacant massage table, he deserved a bit of rest despite doing only a small amount of work. When he sits back on the table, sleep was ready to take him away. This affliction upon Zinrah still hadn't passed and seemed endless, when would it end? All of this was just too tiresome. The disappearance of his children and beloved Aka weighed heavily upon him even as his mind tried to rest.
Xen would never forget her; memories of her would linger forever on within his mind. He closes his eyes to gaze upon the bittersweet as apathy takes hold. Xen believed he would always be beside his mate but eternity and destiny believed in something else it seemed.
