Born for greatness, shackled as a slave and made into a monster. This is the story of a dragon.

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Light peeked from under the door and slowly the heavy doors were opening. He stood in the corridor listening to the rising chant of the crowd. Voices joined together crying out his name. He stepped out onto the hot sand to greet those who called him . The smell of blood and death struck him as he set his eyes onto his prey. Six of them would die this day. By the time he had torn through each of the gladiators, the crowd was roaring in frenzied excitement. He was a god.

That evening like many before he was ripped from godhood. Chained like the monster he was and treated as a slave. Only his master's voice called him and it would be his screams heard as his master used him.

He would lie awake after because he could see the night sky from the window here. Long into the night, he would dream of flying high enough to touch them. He would dream of freedom.

The morning would come and with it, the training. All of it was hard and his master was cruel. Each excercise and each punishment only helped him to grow stronger and gain in skill.

If he had been good enough, he was rewarded. His reward was food, from his master's hand. He was chained and forced to kneel at his master's feet, a reminder that he was no more than an animal.

Nothing ever saved him from the evenings and nights. The evenings were often filled with parties and dinners. Parties where the wealthy could display their trophies in all their oiled, naked glory for guests to touch and admire the property of the masters. People were drawn to him, to see the dangerous one and dare a touch. He had to endure many hands on him, fondling, petting, squeezing the exotic beast.

And in the evening, it would all cycle again in the chains of his master's bed. His body aready tormented with cuts and stripes from the lash, he would scream as he was set ablaze with pain.

It never seemed to end but one day, it did. The magic in his collar and shackles weakened. He broke his bonds and rose up the beast they all feared. And a magnificient and violent beast he was for that day, they knew the fury and power of a dragon.

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Collared, branded and pierced; I am marked by the man who claims me.

I met him in a village after my escape and learned about chains of a different kind. But I am no slave and I am not treated as a monster. Part of what I learned is what it is to be a companion, to have friends, to laugh, to fear losing what I care most about.

I am part of his dark, hedonistic world. It is a world of secrets, blood, sex, rituals and codes. There I am bound by those codes, I am bound by magic and I am bound by blood.

For I am his dragon and he is my greatest treasure. For him the beast in me will rise to kill.


I am Tenebris and this is my story.

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OOC info:

This char is gay. His opinion on many things are based on people and chars he met till now. Most of the time he is not pleasant, but player is. :)

What happens IC is IC. Player is open to RP and where ever it might lead, BUT player expects same in return.

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