Summer 88, 514, A.V.
Xen was quick and already working. He held onto the palm of a large male constrictor with his left hand, and massages with the other. The task was difficult, though, because his client kept going to sleep! The sickness seemed to affect some constrictors more than others, and this male seems to be one of those some. Xen’s right hand rolls up the males constrictors arm and then back down. He rolls his hand all the way up his clients arm the second time, and stops at the elbow. With his thumb he massages the soft joint area of the forearm while moving it in a slow clockwise motion.
This earns Xen nothing, not even a satisfied hiss escapes the lips of his client. The male was in a deep asleep, and seemed to be enjoying the session. Xen had no idea why this narcoleptic constrictor dhani stepped into The Red Room; he probably just came for some of the services, or just to have Xen further enhance the magnitude of his laziness. The big male’s arm was loose and limber; his entire body was probably limp like this also, Xen thought. However, his stamina would not allow him to hold such a massive arm, nor would his arms be able to stand firm beneath this constrictors weight.
Xen stops massaging his client, and holds the sleeping males arm with both of his hands. Gently, he places the arm back beside the sleeping giant, deciding that it would be better to give the male a back massage. But, then Xen remembers about the males other arm, and walks around to go massage the arm just to be secure and even with the session. While walking he was preparing his hands to massage his client, rubbing them together to keep them warm.
“ Oh… Well, that's kinda disturbing, ” Xen thought abruptly
The male was missing an arm. It had been severed from the elbow, and appears as though someone had crushed his flesh and bone, before crudely tearing off the rest of the limb. Xen extends a hand to touch the healed, but rugged stump of flesh. What could have torn flesh from a large constrictor in this fashion? It had to be some large animal with massive, tearing claws, and fangs that could crush bone with just the mere closing of its maw. Xen touches the stub, and pulls away once he felt the leathery texture of the constrictors arm. Afterwards, Xen‘s perspective of the sleeping male was different; he could not imagine going through life without an arm.
He had to come to know the story of the missing arm, and study the beast which had the power to take the arm of a constrictor and live to be able to tell the tale. Constrictors were not the forgiving bunch; personal vendettas never fade until the aggressor is dead. Xen would go and take this wild beasts life, and add its bones and flesh to his collection.
This earns Xen nothing, not even a satisfied hiss escapes the lips of his client. The male was in a deep asleep, and seemed to be enjoying the session. Xen had no idea why this narcoleptic constrictor dhani stepped into The Red Room; he probably just came for some of the services, or just to have Xen further enhance the magnitude of his laziness. The big male’s arm was loose and limber; his entire body was probably limp like this also, Xen thought. However, his stamina would not allow him to hold such a massive arm, nor would his arms be able to stand firm beneath this constrictors weight.
Xen stops massaging his client, and holds the sleeping males arm with both of his hands. Gently, he places the arm back beside the sleeping giant, deciding that it would be better to give the male a back massage. But, then Xen remembers about the males other arm, and walks around to go massage the arm just to be secure and even with the session. While walking he was preparing his hands to massage his client, rubbing them together to keep them warm.
“ Oh… Well, that's kinda disturbing, ” Xen thought abruptly
The male was missing an arm. It had been severed from the elbow, and appears as though someone had crushed his flesh and bone, before crudely tearing off the rest of the limb. Xen extends a hand to touch the healed, but rugged stump of flesh. What could have torn flesh from a large constrictor in this fashion? It had to be some large animal with massive, tearing claws, and fangs that could crush bone with just the mere closing of its maw. Xen touches the stub, and pulls away once he felt the leathery texture of the constrictors arm. Afterwards, Xen‘s perspective of the sleeping male was different; he could not imagine going through life without an arm.
He had to come to know the story of the missing arm, and study the beast which had the power to take the arm of a constrictor and live to be able to tell the tale. Constrictors were not the forgiving bunch; personal vendettas never fade until the aggressor is dead. Xen would go and take this wild beasts life, and add its bones and flesh to his collection.
