Nheanon
(#48883642)
Because it's cut-throat to anyone who comes close
Familiar
Cosmo Gecko
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Male Skydancer
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
3.64 m
Wingspan
5.79 m
Weight
958.36 kg
Genetics
Orchid
Python
Python
Rose
Constellation
Constellation
Denim
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Skydancer
Max Level
STR
99
AGI
31
DEF
10
QCK
56
INT
9
VIT
30
MND
10
Biography
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 ”Hold me closer. Don’t let go.”, he whispers against a warm neck, all but melting under hands that hold on a little bit too roughly. He breathes in and tastes all that was familiar on the tip of his tongue, knew by instinct, this was good. A happy childhood, free of adversities never guarantees a happy life, does it? Because if it did, it meant he failed at even existing on a molecular level, that he screwed up like he always did when he didn’t even had control or power. Mother was sweet, caring, she did everything for him and he was grateful. Mom on the other hand was a bit awkward, a bit strange. But they loved each other, he could see it. Why did he leave? If he really was so happy, so free of any kind of trouble, why not stay in the moving city, find a nice job and a cute man to live life happily ever after? He didn’t knew why, he only knew that he was thirteen when he left in the middle of the night and fourteen when a year later, a man called First Blade picked him up from the streets. ”What do you even know? The kid’s getting a chance, ‘tis has a warm bed, food, mom’s shoulder nearby to cry on. I had to start working at a younger age, had to feed my little brother too!”, when he entered a conversation not meant for his ears, tried to mediate between the crying woman and the ruthless man that owned his heart and this house, the verbal lashing he received stung. Harder than any words, he couldn’t tell what it was that hurt so much, only that he needed to go away, because he could not bear the sight of innocence tainted. Barely two steps had been made before he was caught, trapped in the cage of strong arms. “Nhea!! Please...Please.” Bony, hollow eyed Nheanon, sweetest of flowers that still held on to the dream of grandeur found in a behemoth of an Empire, surely now he had the chance to make something out of himself. He listened intently too, a wonder that in this year on the streets the only thing he lost was the baby fat of his face and body. His savior commented on that and had a spark in his eyes, a vision he shared with the young boy, to make him strong. To keep him pure. Open Secrets had a strange version of pureness however. They kept him sweet, kept him naive and yet, they pressed a knife in his hand as soon as he was strong enough to hold it, they held his hand as they guided him to make the cut. There was no training, he was cast in the deep end and they watched as he acted on pure instinct to please his savior and his companions. He wanted to please, too badly, too easy to use him and using him they did. Over and over again, they sent him out, knives in hand, draped in silk and sweetness they pointed him towards families. Wives, Husbands, children. Make an example, they said. So he did. ”I...I d-don’t like this, Zae…”, his voice was weak, muffled by shame and the blush burning up his cheeks, reaching all the way down to his shoulders. Hiding his face against the other’s shoulder, he still could feel the gaze of a third on him, on them. He didn’t like this, at all, why did there had to be an audience? Couldn’t this just be the two of them? Like always? “S-sent them away…” “C’mon, Nhea, lads gonna have to learn, don’t they?”, Zae may have sounded gentle but he was anything but, all but wrenched his face out of its nice hiding spot, fingers digging into his chin and jaw. Golden eyes seemed to cold when he spoke and Nheanon found himself tearing up again. “You don’t wanna disappoint me, do you?” “N-no...never…”, he just wanted to please the man he loved. If it meant accepting the gaze of others, he would bear with it. And just like this, the coldness was gone, Zae smiled and appeared so happy. What was one more layer of filth on his soul anyways. They liked his sweetness, his pure, naive heart, so much that they put it back together, over and over again when the guilt came knocking. Better get used to the pain, he had been told, makes it easier, they said. At some point, you don’t feel anything anymore. It was a bold faced lie. Years later, he still felt every hurt so clearly, he was breaking, was frazzling at the edges and his hands, gods, his hands were always covered in red no matter how much he washed them. They called him the Weeping one, because he could not stop the tears from falling, just as he did not stop spilling blood. Innocent blood. Just to relay a message to someone he never met, would never meet. His stay at the Empire’s capital was to recuperate, to get it back together and stop the shattering before it made him unusable. As if the sunlight alone was enough to mend old wounds. And yet, he wandered the streets aimlessly, up and down, from Stormbreach Sparrow to the Spire, making a wide curve around Iron Feather until he ended up at the Gallow’s. Misery and poverty greeted him in familiar scents. He should have turned around, yet he remembered the advice one of his contacts in the white marble city had offered. There was nothing better than a cup of tea and a hot bath, some company too. So he did just that, when he first entered the establishment, he didn’t even realized how much he stood out, sweet faced, innocent eyed. Ordering nothing more than tea and a hot bath, leaving after paying too handsomely. He even made a friend here on his countless visits, or at least he liked to think that way. Landon was kind, offered him an ear to listen and even more. Nheanon didn’t even understand what was on sale here, he saw beautiful men and women in magnificent, entricing clothes, heavy makeup and exotic perfume. He saw too many open rooms with large, plush beds. And he thought nothing of it. ”You’re a strange one, kid.”, he had just gotten here, his fourth visit this week alone, hands clinging to the cracked porcelain cup and breathing in the sweet scent of steaming hot tea. A man he had seen a lot but never talked to made himself comfortable next to him while Landon was away, fixing his bath with the honey scented oils, just as Nheanon loved it. So he was surprised that he was suddenly singled out by someone. Sure, they all had tried to talk to him, but for whatever reason had grown bored of him quickly, shame, they all were very beautiful. “You can buy anyone here. But all you take is tea and a bath.” “Buy for what purpose, I have no need of someone.”, he tried to sound self assured, yet his words came out far too gentle. Zaehiro chuckled, leaned in closer and motioned him to lean in closer as well. And as he did, the older man whispered the truth in his ear, the purpose of this house as a whole. Nheanon’s eyes grew wide, wider than they already were, his cheeks burning red. “O-oh…” “Well, now you know, kid. With enough money, you can have anyone in here.”, shrugging and sitting back again, Zaehiro grinned, too wide, downright wolfish at him. Like a challenge. Feeling the weight of his fortune on his belt, Nheanon stared at his own blushing reflection in his cup, swallowing hard. “So, who shall it be? Dear ol’ Landon?” “I want you.” How it escalated. From tea and baths to this, a relationship dominated by one person entirely, Zaehiro’s hold on him was tight but Nheanon wanted it to be even tighter. When he was with Zaehiro, the hurt left for a moment, when he was with the other, things became no longer pressing, no longer important. He returned after every contract with his bloody hands and hollow eyes and Zaehiro always made it better. When pleaded with to make the pain go away, he brought scarlett flowers, orchids that dissolved on his tongue and Zaehiro held his promise. The pain vanished and for the first time in far too long, he could breathe again, he could breathe and live and laugh. He was happy. So much, he didn’t even mind the fits of drunken jealousy of Zaehiro, he thought they were happy. So why did he hear stories, rumors? Landon spoke so softly in the beginning, to turn away and pick anyone else, didn’t matter who, just someone different. Don’t open this can of worms, he had spoken sweetly while washing Nheanon’s back, hands warm and experienced and yet, he had shrugged the other off because it felt wrong. ”Your man is not a loyal one. He cheats on you the moment your back is turned, honey.”, red lips moved and words were spoken, but they made no sense to Nheanon. He stared at the girl, wide eyed, confused. He was so happy, Zaehiro loved him, he loved the man, what else was there? The girl laughed, a hard, joyless sound, laced with pity. “You poor, clueless creature.” Maybe she was right. Maybe she was not. At the end of it all it boiled down to a simple fact. To a single, all consuming wish. ”Don’t ever let me go. Never leave me.” 
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