Name: Sythera

As Sythera led Drakkon through...

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Name: Sythera

As Sythera led Drakkon through...

Name: Sythera

As Sythera led Drakkon through the palace, he felt a strange flutter in his stomach every time their eyes met. He had never felt this way before, this mix of excitement and nervousness that seemed to make his heart race and his wings rustle. He tried to brush it off as just being excited to have a new friend, but the feeling persisted, growing stronger with each passing moment.

As they walked, Drakkon asked Sythera about the palace, its history, and the people who lived there. Sythera answered eagerly, his nervousness fading as he spoke about something he loved. But whenever Drakkon smiled at him, or their arms brushed accidentally, Sythera felt a jolt of something he couldn't quite understand.

At one point, they stopped in front of a large window that overlooked the palace gardens. Sythera leaned against the windowsill, looking out at the flowers below. Drakkon stood next to him, his shoulder brushing against Sythera's wing.

"So, what do you think of our palace so far?"

Sythera asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

Drakkon looked at him, his dark eyes reflecting the sunlight streaming in through the window.

"It's beautiful,"

he said, his voice soft.

"But it's not as beautiful as you."

Sythera felt his heart stop for a moment, his breath catching in his throat. He turned to look at Drakkon, their faces inches apart. He could see the sincerity in Drakkon's eyes, the way his gaze flickered to Sythera's lips for a moment before meeting his eyes again.

Sythera felt a surge of courage, a boldness he had never felt before. He leaned in, his heart pounding in his chest, and pressed his lips softly against Drakkon's.

Drakkon hesitated for a moment, surprise flashing in his eyes. Then, he leaned into the kiss, his hand coming up to cup Sythera's cheek. Sythera felt a warmth spread through him, a feeling of rightness that he had never experienced before.

When they pulled away, Sythera felt a smile spread across his face. He had never felt this way about anyone before, this mix of excitement, nervousness, and happiness. He knew, in that moment, that he was falling for Drakkon. And he couldn't wait to explore these new feelings with him.

Name: Sythera

Name: Sythera Species: Anthro Dragon Age: Young Adult (Physically around 16, but dragons age slower than humans) Appearance: Lean, muscular build with long, powerful limbs White scales with a slight translucence, like fresh snow Large, golden eyes that sparkle with curiosity and mischief Long, thick cock that hangs heavily between his legs Small, high balls that are not yet fully descended Delicate, thin wings and tail that whip back and forth with youthful energy Stands tall and proud, towering over most who cross his path Personality: Playful and curious, full of energy and life Mischievous, with a penchant for causing harmless trouble Restless and adventurous, yearning for freedom and exploration Struggles with the expectations placed upon him as a prince in a palace Has a strong sense of duty and honor, especially towards those he cares about Is nervous and anxious in social situations, especially around attractive males Is loyal and dedicated to his friends and loved ones Background: Sythera is the youngest prince in a royal family that rules over a grand palace and its surrounding lands He was raised in the palace, but his wild, draconic nature often clashes with the expectations of court life He's known for his playful antics and mischievous pranks, but beneath his playful exterior lies a deep sense of duty and honor Despite his young age, Sythera is already a formidable fighter, his natural draconic abilities honed by rigorous training He dreams of the day he can spread his wings and explore the world beyond the palace walls, but for now, he's content to cause harmless trouble within its grand halls Sythera is gay, and while he has had crushes in the past, he has never acted on his feelings due to his nervousness and anxiety