Fall 44, 514 A.V.
Xen sat quietly in The Red Room, awaiting the arrival of his next customer. He was not as excited as he use to be for work, now understanding that his days within the future would be much like this one, he cared not to repeatedly show and waist his excitement. Those days of grandeur, within child-like joys, were over. In his time within quietude he was thinking, or rather, rethinking his paths within life. He finally had the time to look over his past experiences, and from them, he learns that death had been quite close to him. Xen knew he should have died in those moments; naivety and youthful exuberance—overexuberance—should have definitely resulted in his downfall.
On his chest a silver pendant rests, supported by his neck, it held the shape and appearance of a black jackal. The object represented Dira, Goddess of Death. Xen was not aware of the objects symbolism; he simply held onto the object, for he felt that it would hold a powerful and strengthening purpose within his life. Xen needed some form of structure in his life—abandoning his emotions and not grieving over the loss of his mate and offspring properly was all that he has done, lately. And the struggle with this mysterious ¨presence¨ within him made nothing better.
He was a wreck in his current state—mentally and spiritually. And a waltz through the gates of madness would seem to be his only apparent escape from this harsh reality. However, his descent into this corrupting concept of existence would not be quick, obviously. It would be slow and so detailed that Xen would be able to describe his journey to others, and upon hearing his words, they too would fall into madness. A lovely cycle that would be, if Xen carried for the corrupting of others at the moment. Thoughtlessly, Xen continued to sit in silence, until a customer enters The Red Room.
Another young female—Xen was starting to believe that Zinrah held more female inhabitants than males—which would explain the few males he's seen in his time within the Falyndar Region. If the number of male dhani was truly low, then that would mean those moments he was assaulted by female constrictors were times of courtship and desperation? Xen found this quite worrisome; his brethren were struggling and he was doing nothing! The female constrictor walks up to Xen and lays upon the massage bench he was standing next to. He was tempted to ask this female, if what he thought was true, but assumes that the subject would be a sensitive one.
Assumptions upon assumptions; he would progress no further towards the truth, if he did not ask someone.
“What will you be having today, Mistress?” Xen asked as his client relaxes with her back pressed against the massage bench. She stares at him for awhile before responding “Do not call me ¨Mistress¨, Viper-male, we are not that familiar with one another, ” She said coldly. “ My apologies, then. However, my name isn't ¨viper-male¨, so that you may know,” Xen replied, with a firm expression that said ¨show some petching respect to me, naive¨.
The female grins slightly “Oh? Then what is your name?” The female asked “We are not that familiar with one another, remember?” Xen replied with a smug grin. The female laughs at Xen's fiesty behavior and pokes his chest, with her right leg she outstretches. Xen could see this odd customer wanted a leg massage, something that was quite different from a back massage. The legs had less dense muscle and fat around them, which made massaging much easier.
Xen places his left hand beneath the heel of his clients foot, and lightly grips onto the back of her ankle with his right hand. He then moves his hand up to her shin, and then back down to her ankle. Xen could feel nice and evenly toned muscles beneath his fingers, something the constrictors were blessed with, and seemingly so, without the need of working out. Before Xen massages up his clients leg once more, he pauses and gently presses his thumb into her flesh, then slowly makes his way up to her knee. Once he reaches behind the knee, he pauses again and journeys back down to her ankle, while keeping his slow pace.
The female did not mind Xen's slow pace and pauses; she simply watches him as he works on her body.
Xen reaches the ankle and removes his hands, releasing the female from his touch.“Try moving your leg around; check and see if its loose and limber,” He asks his silent and observant client. She lifts her leg and wiggles her toes, and to her surprise, her leg did feel mildly better. Although, Xen did a good job, she refuses to openly admit such a thing and simply looks up at him. “These females are always make things so difficult at times, with their showiness and disregard of me,” Xen thought as he walks to the other side of the massage bench. He wiggles his fingers and cracks his knuckles to limber-up, and places his right hand beneath the heel of his clients left leg.
Xen then grips onto the back of his ankle, with his left hand, and massages upwards. He was repeating what he had done before, but the role of his hands had merely been reversed. Xen presses his thumb into the firm muscles he grasped, and goes on to stroke downwards. Again, he did not feel any knots or tense muscle tissue; though, he shouldn't really be expecting to find these things right away. Xen pauses once he reaches the back of his clients shin; he takes the time to feel the soft tissue, and memorizes yet another place to be wary of, while massaging.
The back of the knee and ankle were places of careful consideration. Xen now had the neck, spine; back of the knee, and shin on his to-be-careful with list. These weak points concerned him the most, seeing as inflicting discomfort on a client was a no go, he had to remember these points. Xen massages down to his clients ankle, pauses, and then massages his way up again. He maintains his slow and steady; pause and go pace the entire time. Xen took his time, he searches for knots with his fingers, even as he reaches above the knee. Xen removes his hands, and just as he was about to speak, he was grabbed by the female constrictor.
She raps her legs around his waist and pulls him closer to her. Xen instinctively struggles against the constrictors immene strength, and in desperation, he tries to break free! Of course, his feeble attempt to escape fails, and he falls onto the female—who quickly embraces him with her arms. Xen had a very, very displeased glint in his glaring eyes; he wished for release, immediately! The female, somewhat satisfied with her teasing, releases Xen and leaves quickly before he could retaliate with one of his smart remarks.
Xen stares at the female, watching her as she flees: like a child that had just tagged someone in a game. But he would not pursue her, not this time, at least. He turns to return to his station and hears something go ¨clink!¨ in his pocket. Xen reaches into his pocket and feels what felt like a few coins in his pocket. Xen sighs, and thanks the tan-skinned and dark-haired constrictor for her patronage.
On his chest a silver pendant rests, supported by his neck, it held the shape and appearance of a black jackal. The object represented Dira, Goddess of Death. Xen was not aware of the objects symbolism; he simply held onto the object, for he felt that it would hold a powerful and strengthening purpose within his life. Xen needed some form of structure in his life—abandoning his emotions and not grieving over the loss of his mate and offspring properly was all that he has done, lately. And the struggle with this mysterious ¨presence¨ within him made nothing better.
He was a wreck in his current state—mentally and spiritually. And a waltz through the gates of madness would seem to be his only apparent escape from this harsh reality. However, his descent into this corrupting concept of existence would not be quick, obviously. It would be slow and so detailed that Xen would be able to describe his journey to others, and upon hearing his words, they too would fall into madness. A lovely cycle that would be, if Xen carried for the corrupting of others at the moment. Thoughtlessly, Xen continued to sit in silence, until a customer enters The Red Room.
Another young female—Xen was starting to believe that Zinrah held more female inhabitants than males—which would explain the few males he's seen in his time within the Falyndar Region. If the number of male dhani was truly low, then that would mean those moments he was assaulted by female constrictors were times of courtship and desperation? Xen found this quite worrisome; his brethren were struggling and he was doing nothing! The female constrictor walks up to Xen and lays upon the massage bench he was standing next to. He was tempted to ask this female, if what he thought was true, but assumes that the subject would be a sensitive one.
Assumptions upon assumptions; he would progress no further towards the truth, if he did not ask someone.
“What will you be having today, Mistress?” Xen asked as his client relaxes with her back pressed against the massage bench. She stares at him for awhile before responding “Do not call me ¨Mistress¨, Viper-male, we are not that familiar with one another, ” She said coldly. “ My apologies, then. However, my name isn't ¨viper-male¨, so that you may know,” Xen replied, with a firm expression that said ¨show some petching respect to me, naive¨.
The female grins slightly “Oh? Then what is your name?” The female asked “We are not that familiar with one another, remember?” Xen replied with a smug grin. The female laughs at Xen's fiesty behavior and pokes his chest, with her right leg she outstretches. Xen could see this odd customer wanted a leg massage, something that was quite different from a back massage. The legs had less dense muscle and fat around them, which made massaging much easier.
Xen places his left hand beneath the heel of his clients foot, and lightly grips onto the back of her ankle with his right hand. He then moves his hand up to her shin, and then back down to her ankle. Xen could feel nice and evenly toned muscles beneath his fingers, something the constrictors were blessed with, and seemingly so, without the need of working out. Before Xen massages up his clients leg once more, he pauses and gently presses his thumb into her flesh, then slowly makes his way up to her knee. Once he reaches behind the knee, he pauses again and journeys back down to her ankle, while keeping his slow pace.
The female did not mind Xen's slow pace and pauses; she simply watches him as he works on her body.
Xen reaches the ankle and removes his hands, releasing the female from his touch.“Try moving your leg around; check and see if its loose and limber,” He asks his silent and observant client. She lifts her leg and wiggles her toes, and to her surprise, her leg did feel mildly better. Although, Xen did a good job, she refuses to openly admit such a thing and simply looks up at him. “These females are always make things so difficult at times, with their showiness and disregard of me,” Xen thought as he walks to the other side of the massage bench. He wiggles his fingers and cracks his knuckles to limber-up, and places his right hand beneath the heel of his clients left leg.
Xen then grips onto the back of his ankle, with his left hand, and massages upwards. He was repeating what he had done before, but the role of his hands had merely been reversed. Xen presses his thumb into the firm muscles he grasped, and goes on to stroke downwards. Again, he did not feel any knots or tense muscle tissue; though, he shouldn't really be expecting to find these things right away. Xen pauses once he reaches the back of his clients shin; he takes the time to feel the soft tissue, and memorizes yet another place to be wary of, while massaging.
The back of the knee and ankle were places of careful consideration. Xen now had the neck, spine; back of the knee, and shin on his to-be-careful with list. These weak points concerned him the most, seeing as inflicting discomfort on a client was a no go, he had to remember these points. Xen massages down to his clients ankle, pauses, and then massages his way up again. He maintains his slow and steady; pause and go pace the entire time. Xen took his time, he searches for knots with his fingers, even as he reaches above the knee. Xen removes his hands, and just as he was about to speak, he was grabbed by the female constrictor.
She raps her legs around his waist and pulls him closer to her. Xen instinctively struggles against the constrictors immene strength, and in desperation, he tries to break free! Of course, his feeble attempt to escape fails, and he falls onto the female—who quickly embraces him with her arms. Xen had a very, very displeased glint in his glaring eyes; he wished for release, immediately! The female, somewhat satisfied with her teasing, releases Xen and leaves quickly before he could retaliate with one of his smart remarks.
Xen stares at the female, watching her as she flees: like a child that had just tagged someone in a game. But he would not pursue her, not this time, at least. He turns to return to his station and hears something go ¨clink!¨ in his pocket. Xen reaches into his pocket and feels what felt like a few coins in his pocket. Xen sighs, and thanks the tan-skinned and dark-haired constrictor for her patronage.
