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Back in the forgotten ages of ancient Fontaine, during the peak of the golden age of Remuria, amidst the opulent grandeur of the grand capital city of Capitolium, life flourished under the rule of God King Remus. The streets were adorned with magnificent architecture, where golden spires pierced the marble statues decorating every corner, and the sweet melodies of the grand symphony echoed through the air. Remuria stood as a beacon of prosperity and enlightenment, a testament to the vision and leadership of its divine ruler.
In the inner part of it, in the grand, opulent halls of Domus Aurea, the golden palace that gleamed under Fontaine's sun, the God King himself pondered the affairs of his realm with an air of calm and gentle authority. His tall, broad figure cut a commanding figure, adorned in golden jewelry that outshined the rays of sunlight. His tanned skin spoke of a life spent beneath the sun in a foreign land beyond the seas, while his piercing blue eyes held wisdom far beyond mortal years.
Away from the bustling city, beneath the waters of the northern great lake, where the dazzling ichor that carried justice and gladness all across the High Sea ran into it through the waterways, hidden from the eyes of most, resided Scylla, the ruler of the vishaps .
Although his true form was that of a majestic great white dragon, he chose to walk among the people of Remuria in the guise of a very strikingly beautiful human being. His long white hair with a lilac and blue gradient cascading down his exposed back in a neat loose ornamented braid, hiding under it the sky blue translucent fins that reflected all the beautiful colors on it's skin, a pair of horns with the same textures hanging down from his head with the rest of his hair that glowed beautifully under the rays of the sun, and two piercing dragonic silver eyes that gleamed with pride. The skirts of his snow white dress dangled with each step the prince took, alongside the pearls and silver accessories that adorned his whole form and demonstrated the dragon's elegance and majestic royalty to whichever gaze lay upon his inhumanly graceful figure. the blue shades of the cosmetics on the smooth alabaster skin of his face and lips, creating a mask of divine beauty that hides beneath it the fierce, ancient formidable being.
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In one night among the many nights, as the moon cast its light upon the dark sky of the city, the sebastos stood atop the domed terrace of the harp-shaped palace, overlooking the calm, slumbered streets below. His piercing blue eyes surveyed the city he had built, the grand temples and marble statues gleaming in the moonlight, a testament to the prosperity of his reign.
Remus, adorned in his regal attire of gold and sapphire, exuded an air of tranquility and wisdom as he gazed upon his domain. Beside him stood no other than Scylla himself, his ally and closest friend, whose gorgeous figure glowed under the silver rays of the moonlight.
As the gentle breeze swept through the terrace, carrying with it the faint scent of sea salt and the distant melody of the grand symphony, Remus turned to Scylla with a soft smile playing on his lips. "Scylla, my friend," he began, his voice carrying a melodic quality that resonated with the harmony of the night. "Is it not a wondrous sight to behold the splendor of Remuria beneath the gaze of the moon?"
Scylla's silver eyes glittered with a mixture of pride and longing as he surveyed the city below. "You seem too comfortable complimenting your own creation. But indeed, it is a sight to behold," the dragon replied, his voice carrying a hint of reverence. "But even amidst such grandeur, I cannot help but feel a sense of unease."
Remus nodded with understanding as the same sentiment was shared between them, his gaze shifting to his companion. "It's the prophecy, isn't it?" He answered, “I too cannot shake the feeling that our time of prosperity is but a fleeting illusion." He confessed his inner worries with similar honesty.
A faint sigh escaped Scylla's lips as he turned to face Remus, the moonlight casting an ethereal glow upon his elegant features. “Remus,even amidst the beauty and tranquility of this moment, I feel the shadow of destiny's hand upon us. Your efforts, your golden dream, all seem so fragile against the ritual of the usurpers above.” he confessed, his voice tinged with sorrow.
Remus placed a comforting hand on Scylla's shoulder, his expression softening with empathy. "I understand your concerns, Scylla," he murmured, his voice filled with soothing warmth. "But we must have faith in our ability to shape our own destiny. The grand symphony plays not a dirge but a melody of hope and possibility."
The silver-haired dragon averted his gaze, the moonlight reflecting off his alabaster skin. "You speak as though hope alone can shape the future," he muttered, his voice edged with both skepticism and an unspoken longing.
"Not hope alone," Remus corrected gently, "but hope combined with action. We must take steps to ensure that our vision endures."
Scylla huffed softly, crossing his arms over his chest in a gesture of mock annoyance. "You always have an answer for everything, don't you, Remus?" He grumbled, though the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
Remus chuckled softly, the sound warm and rich against the backdrop of the night. "I try my best," he admitted.
Scylla's retort was met with a soft chuckle from Remus. "You always possess such foolish optimism, usurper lord of mortality," he teased, his tone fond despite his mockery. "It is a quality that I am not so certain whether I admire or greatly despise.”
“Perhaps it is a quality born of necessity, my dear friend," Remus conceded, his eyes twinkling with a mix of amusement and sincerity. "But it is that very hope that has built Remuria from the ashes and sustained us through countless trials.”
As the two rulers stood together under the moonlit sky, a silent understanding passed between them. The prophecy that hung over Remuria like a dark cloud was a constant reminder of the fragility of their dreams for a peaceful world where everyone is treated equally regardless of what they are, and humanity would finally be free from the shackles of fate and have full control over their will. Yet, with all these challenges, in this moment, they found solace in each other's presence, a brief respite from the burdens that weighed heavily upon their shoulders.
Scylla's lips curled into a reluctant smile, though he quickly turned his gaze back to the city, masking his affection with a facade of indifference. "Tch, you are far too sentimental for an usurper lord," he muttered, though the warmth in his voice betrayed his true feelings. "I suppose it is one of your few redeeming qualities.”
Remus smiled softly at Scylla's words, his hand lingering on the dragon prince's shoulder, feeling the tension beneath his touch. "If you really disdained these qualities of mine, you would not have bothered leaving the fontemer and remaining by my side," he said, his voice a gentle tease. "Perhaps you see some merit in my foolish optimism after all.”
Scylla huffed, turning his head away in a show of mock irritation. "Do not flatter yourself too much, Remus. It is merely a testament to my own sense of pride and honor as a dragonborn that I stayed," he retorted, though the faint blush on his alabaster cheeks betrayed his words.
Remus' smile widened, knowing well the true sentiments hidden beneath Scylla's sharp words. "It is an honor to be both admired and despised by you, Scylla," he replied, his tone sincere. "Come, let us retreat to my chambers. The night grows colder, and I would not have you suffer the chill."
Scylla hesitated, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his features. "I do not require your concern, Remus. I am not some delicate creature in need of shelter," he protested, though his voice lacked its usual bite.
Remus' expression softened, and his eyes filled with understanding. "I know you are very strong, Scylla. But even the strongest of us can benefit from the warmth of companionship," he said gently. "Allow me to offer you that solace, if only for a while."
Reluctantly, Scylla nodded, unable to deny the genuine care in the god king's gaze. Together, they made their way to the private quarters of the God King, the opulent halls of Domus Aurea echoing with their footsteps. Little did they know, however, that the events set into motion by their fateful meeting would soon propel them into a tumultuous journey of love, loss, and redemption, the likes of which Remuria had never seen before.
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The days that followed were a blur of activity and responsibilities. Remus attended to the affairs of the state with his wisdom and gentle authority, guiding his people through the complexities of governance. Scylla, as elegant and watchful as ever, stood by his side, his presence a reminder of the strength that lay in their unity.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as the golden age of Remuria continued to flourish. The city thrived under their sebastos’s wise and benevolent rule, with its people reveling in the beauty of their civilization. Yet, amidst the splendor and bustling life of Remuria, a new change was stirring within the dragon prince.
At first, it was subtle—a fleeting sense of unease, a restlessness that gnawed at the edges of his consciousness. Scylla tried to dismiss it, attributing it to the ever-present worries that came with his role. But as the days passed, the symptoms grew more pronounced.
It began with a slight fever and a faint warmth that coursed through the dragon prince's usual perfect body, a particular sensation that left him feeling restless and uneasy. His human guise, though ethereal, began to display signs of discomfort, making his skin flush and his breath come quicker, disrupting his usually composed demeanor. He found himself growing fatigued more easily, his once boundless energy waning. At night, his dreams were filled with images of the primordial sea, the water's call growing ever more insistent. The intensity of these feelings grew with each passing day. Scylla's body, accustomed to the cool, serene depths of the sea, now felt feverish and restless. He tried to maintain his composure, to hide the discomfort from those around him, but Remus, ever perceptive, noticed the change in his friend.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the first stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Scylla sought solace in the gardens of Domus Aurea. The serene beauty of the blooming rainbow flowers and the gentle sound of the trickling fountains provided a momentary respite from his turmoil.
The two friend rulers convened in the quiet sanctuary of the palace gardens. Remus observed the faint sheen of sweat on Scylla's brow, and the way his steps seemed less steady. "Scylla, are you unwell?" he asked, concern etched in his usually calm features.
Scylla hesitated, his pride and fear warring within him. He had never faced such vulnerability before and had never had to confront the possibility of weakness. "It is nothing, Remus," he replied, his voice unconvincing even to his own ears. "Merely the weight of my own duties."
Remus's piercing blue eyes studied him intently, seeing through the façade.
The god guided Scylla to a nearby bench, urging him to sit. "You are not alone in this, Scylla," he said softly, his tone gentle yet firm. "Whatever burdens you bear, we can face them together.”
Scylla’s expression flickered, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You need not concern yourself with my troubles; you have enough on your plate with the burden of saving your people from their doomed end." He muttered, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.
Remus’s eyes softened, his concern deepening. "Scylla, you are my friend. Your troubles are my troubles. Please confide in me.”
Scylla's resolve wavered, and the façade of strength he had so carefully constructed began to crack slowly. "I am unsure," he admitted trustfully.
Remus turned to him, concern etched in his features. “Tell me more," the king asked gently, his hand resting reassuringly on the dragon's shoulder. "What troubles you, Scylla? You have seemed unwell these past few days.”
Scylla sighed, running a hand through his long white hair. "It is difficult to put it into words," he admitted. "But my body feels... out of balance. As if the tides within me are shifting, driven by forces beyond my control—a heat within me, a restlessness that I cannot shake. It is as if the very essence of water within me is stirring."
Remus frowned, his mind racing to find a solution. "Perhaps it is a malady unique to your kind. We should consult with the healers and seek their guidance."
Scylla shook his head. "No, this is not something that can be understood or cured by mortal means. It is a... It is an ancient rhythm, one that resonated with the being of my kindred." Scylla paused with embarrassment before he continued his explanation for the god king.
"For us, the vishaps that our ancestry traced directly from the fontemer, go through a specific cycle. It happens whenever the tides get disrupted by the motion of the moon and stars, and the water within us hydro organisms surges up towards our heads, putting us in a heightened fertility period…for the purpose of .....reviving our deceased kin." The blush reached the vishap prince's pointy ears after the last words.
The god king listened carefully with full concern and seriousness as the dragon prince clarified his condition to him. He was always so curious about the social structures of dragonborns and how their biology works, but he respected Scylla's boundaries enough to not ask, in fear of unintentionally offending him.
“I see. So what I comprehend from this is that what you are going through is a temporary period akin to that of a mating season for your kind? ” The blackhead god asked calmly while choosing his words carefully; he knows how prideful Scylla is, and he is very much aware that this whole situation is frustrating him to no end.
Scylla groaned at Remus's calm words and how he's been taking this whole ordeal very fluently, despite how unusual and embarrassing it is. “In my true form, it would be much easier to manage; I usually spend it in full solitude beneath the abyssal depths of the primordial waters, and even since the day I followed you here to the surface, I always make sure when it's time to leave in those periods and remain underwater until it passes naturally. But this time, it happened too early than it should have... that I didn't even notice the signs." He trailed off again, his expression one of frustration and helplessness. “It is probably due to your close presence and scent around me that it subconsciously triggered my heat in advance.”
The god raised an eyebrow with obvious confusion and said, “Me? My scent triggered your heat."
“I-it is—Argh—forget what I just said! What matters now is that I can't stay in this form.” The prince flushed as he immediately brushed the topic off. You can tell it was due to embarrassment and not the literal heat that burned his body.
Remus decided not to press further as he held Scylla's pale delicate hand with his larger and darker one. “Then you must return to your true form, if that is what you need."
Scylla hesitated, his pride warring with his need for relief. "I would have gladly done that than staying in this hopeless mortal flesh, but this place is not built to welcome the shape of my kind, and the reaction of your people won't be pleasant. They already see me as an outsider, a threat. Your arrogant mortals take me and my people as nothing more than uncultured barbarians. To reveal my true form in such a vulnerable state is out of question."
Remus's expression sanded with understanding and shame, even with his own harmonious ideals and dreams, humans were still not letting go of their prejudice and arrogance. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
Scylla shook his head, a trace of frustration in his voice. "This is not possible. This is unlike anything I have experienced before. I never spent my heat in a different form than my original one, which means I am uncertain of the outcomes; thus, it is best to leave the surface as soon as possible to avoid complications... before it's too late.”
Remus's eyes filled with determination as he met Scylla's gaze. "I will not let you face this alone, Scylla. You are not well," Remus observed with concern. "Let us retire to my chambers. You should not be exposed to the night air in this state."
Scylla’s weary silver eyes widened, but before his deepest desire took over, his prideful nature flared up, and he shot Remus a glare. "I do not need your pity, Remus," he snapped, though his voice lacked its usual bite. "I am perfectly capable of—"
Before he could finish, a wave of dizziness overcame him, and he staggered slightly. Remus was by his side in an instant, steadying him with a firm yet gentle grip. "This is not a matter of pity, Scylla," Remus said softly. "It is a matter of your well-being and a concern for a dear friend,” Remus assured him, his voice filled with sincerity. “Please, allow me to help you.” Come, let us retire to the chamber. I have a feeling that tonight's breeze carries more than just the scent of the sea.” The prince hesitated for a moment, but he was too weak to resist, and the heat frying his brain was already clouding whatever rationality was left in him. He reluctantly nodded as he let out a heavy sigh. "Remus, this foolish sympathy of yours is going to be the death of you."
The god king gave him a sad smile as Scylla allowed him to guide his weakened body back into the palace. The halls of Domus Aurea were silent, the golden decor reflecting the dim light of the lanterns. Remus led Scylla to his private chambers, ensuring they were far from prying eyes and curious ears. As they made their way to Remus's chambers, the grand opulence of the palace seemed to fade into the background. The chamber was adorned with soft silks and rich tapestries, a haven of tranquility amidst the grandeur.
Inside the chamber, Remus carefully laid Scylla on a plush bed, gently took off his jewelry to make him comfortable, and then covered him with soft silken sheets.
He brought a basin of cool water and a cloth, gently dabbing at Scylla's boiling forehead in a gesture too domestic to fit with the king of a whole civilization. The dragon prince, despite his pride, could not suppress a sigh of relief at the soothing touch.
"Rest, Scylla," Remus murmured, his voice a gentle command. "You are safe here."
In the days that followed, Remus kept Scylla hidden within the sanctuary of his chambers, shielding him from the prying eyes and curious whispers of his people. The prince's vulnerability was a secret that both of them were fiercely determined to protect.
Scylla's condition worsened. His heat, exacerbated by his human form, left him in a state of feverish discomfort. Remus, ever the steadfast king and friend, remained by his side, offering words of comfort while keeping him hydrated and cooling his fever. Scylla's pride made him grumble and protest; his demeanor remained as cold and aloof as ever, a protective shell he donned to keep his true emotions hidden. Yet he could not deny the solace Remus' presence brought him.
As the days turned into nights and the moon waxed and waned, Scylla's condition became more pronounced. The warmth within him grew into an overwhelming heat, leaving him vulnerable and weary.
As Scylla's heat reached its peak, the air in the chamber grew thick with tension. Remus could no longer ignore the deep, primal urge that stirred within him. He knew what Scylla needed, and despite the dragon's protests, he could see the longing and desperation in his eyes.
Remus sat at the foot of the large bed, leaving a respectful distance between him and the dragon prince. “Scylla," he called gently, finally approaching the dragon. "This isn't sustainable. We need to find a more permanent solution."
Scylla halted his pacing, his face buried between the nest of pillows with the silver mane of his unbraided hair spread like a waterfall all over them, while his bangs stuck to the clammy skin of his paler face. blue, sharp nails like claws tiring at the sheets under him. He slowly moved his troubling head, his silver, unfocused eyes meeting Remus's blue ones. "And what do you propose?" he snapped, his voice laced with frustration. "I cannot simply wish this away."
The god stayed silent, his helplessness for being unable to free his friend from the suffering brought by his own kindred stabbed at his heart like a sharp saber.
Scylla's body trembled with need, his pride and rationality clashing with his instinctual desires. "Remus, I... I should leave," he gasped, his voice strained. "This is... I cannot...”
"Scylla," Remus murmured, his voice trembling slightly, "perhaps there is a way to ease your suffering."
Scylla’s eyes moved from the pillows towards him slightly, his breath hitching. "What do you mean, Remus?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Remus swallowed hard, his gaze locked onto Scylla's. "Your instincts," he began hesitantly, "are calling out for... for something. Perhaps if we acted on them, it would bring you relief."
Scylla’s eyes flashed with a mixture of fear and longing. "Remus," he whispered, his voice trembling, "are you suggesting...?"
"Yes," Remus replied, his voice filled with determination. "I am suggesting that we... that we mate, Scylla. If it will ease your suffering, then I am willing to do whatever it takes.”
Scylla’s heart pounded in his chest, and his mind was a whirlwind of emotions. "You do not understand," he protested weakly. "I am a dragon, Remus. And you are an usurper. This is not something to be taken lightly."
"I understand more than you think," Remus replied gently, his eyes filled with unwavering resolve. "And I am willing to face whatever consequences may come. You are important to me, Scylla. Your suffering is my suffering.”
Remus finally reached out, his hand resting lightly on Scylla's knee. "I will help you through it," he promised, his voice steady.
Scylla's breath hitched, his usual bravado crumbling in the face of his friend's unwavering support. "You don't understand," he whispered, his voice trembling. "This…desire… It clouds my mind. I cannot think clearly, and my body...
Remus's gaze softened, his hand squeezing Scylla's knee reassuringly. "Then let me be the clarity you need," he murmured. I cannot leave you in such a state," he said firmly, his eyes darkening with determination and a hint of desire. "I will not let you suffer any longer."
Scylla's eyes widened in a mix of fear and anticipation. "You... you can't... I won't allow it."
But Remus, driven by a deep, buried desire for lust and the need to end his friend's suffering, leaned in closer. "Forgive me, Scylla," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "But this is the only way."
With a gentleness that belied the intensity of his emotions, Remus began to touch Scylla, his hands caressing the dragon's trembling form against the silk of his dress. Scylla's body responded instinctively, his resistance melting away as his need grew unbearable.
"Remus, please... I can't... not like this." Scylla's voice was a broken whisper, but his body betrayed his words, arching towards the god-king's touch.
Remus' resolve hardened. He knew that this was not just about helping Scylla through his heat, but about his own desire. He lowered himself, his breath hot against Scylla's sensitive skin. "You can," the darkhead man insisted, his voice firm yet gentle. "Allow yourself to feel, to need. There is no shame in it,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to the dragon's fevered mind.
Scylla's rational mind screamed at him to resist, to uphold his pride as a dragon prince. The idea of surrendering to his instincts and allowing himself to be claimed so completely by an usurper terrified him. But the yearning primal, aching need within him overpowered all else. His sharp nails clawed at the sheets, his face buried in the pillows as he fought against his own instincts.
The dragon prince's breath hitched, his body trembling with the force of his suppressed desires. "Remus, please..." he began, but the words died in his throat as Remus leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender yet passionate kiss.
Scylla's resistance melted away, his body responding instinctively to the touch of the god he had come to care for deeply. Remus' hands roamed over Scylla's form, his touch both soothing and igniting the fire within the dragon.
The air grew heavy with the intensity of their shared desire, and God's patience finally wore thin. "Scylla, we've been dancing around this for too long, don't you think?" He murmured against the dragon's lips, his voice husky with need.
“It's time we faced it head-on”.
“Scylla”. Remus called in an enchanting low voice. “Allow me to take care of you. “Let me love you… claim you."
Scylla's eyes widened for a moment, then slowly fluttered closed, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Do it. Let us not delay any longer," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper, surrendering to the primal instincts that drove him to foolishness and to the man that he had always desired.
"Take me, Remus. Now.”