As the night goes on. Nero started to twist and turn a bit. His purring soon came to an end as he was starting to have a nightmare. All he could see was darkness. blackness, and his mother, and the auctioneers. He was crying and running, but they always caught him and captured him. He soon screamed awake as he broke into tears. He soon flinched to the loud thunderstorm outside, jumping out of his bed, he crawled out of his room hugging a little bear to his chest as he soon smelled the floor and followed ceadrick's scent and opened his door. he crawled into Ceadrick's room and saw his large bed. He was crying as all he wanted to do was be safe and in someone's arms. He quickly crawled into Ceadrick's bed and hugged him tightly rubbing his head on Ceadrick's chest. Soon he started to settle down into Ceadrick's chest and then closed his eyes as he soon fell asleep again as he was still sniffling and whimpering, but soon he quiet down a bit, still flinching when he heard the loud cracks and booms.


Well, this was unexpected, Ceadrick thought as he suddenly found himself surrounded by soft purple coils, a multitude of hands clutching at different parts of his clothes. He had been sleeping peacefully through the storm, always enjoying the sound of a good rainstorm with lots of thunder and lightning; it was so exciting! Normally his house was soundproofed to keep out the rest of the world and keep any terrified screams in, but the house new he loved rainstorms so it always lessened the soundproofing so that he could hear it. It seems that plan backfired tonight.
The sudden opening of his bedroom door and having something bigger than himself skitter and scramble into his bed, had nearly set off Ceadrick’s fight of flight instincts; which would not have ended well. But luckily his night vision had kicked in and he caught the scent of Nero on the dark shadow that was encircling him. Before he could even say a word, Nero had crawled onto his large canopy bed and curled himself up tight, lifting and maneuvering Ceadrick until his legs were tangled in coils and limbs, and his upper body was resting on the highest point of the living cinnamon roll. Nero’s head came to snuggle into his chest while the rest of his upper torso clung to his stomach and thighs. By the time all was still, Ceadrick was well and truly entangled in a mess of elongated Nero.


Blinking in the darkness, Ceadrick looked down at the young centipede. The look of residual fear and a desperate need for comfort only a small child could ware was enough to pull at Ceadrick’s heartstrings. The poor little DEAR! Up to that point, Ceadrick had had his hands up so that they wouldn’t get trapped in the tangle of Nero’s body, but now he gently brought them down to rest atop the boy’s head and back. Running his fingers softly through the little one’s long hair, Ceadrick cooed and whispered assurances to the sniffling child. Purring through his chest to better sooth the boy as he slept. He even occasionally licked at little Nero’s face like a mother cat would do for her kitten to show that they are loved and cared for.

As Nero seemed to enter into a more peaceful realm of sleep, Ceadrick laid back into his new coiled bed. Not what he was used to, but still rather comfortable; kinda reminded him about his own childhood that was lost so very long ago. Staring up at the wood carved patterns of his canopy bed, Ceadrick thought about this situation and all that he’d been able to learn and pick up on about Nero. Physically, he seemed close to adulthood, but emotionally…. Ceadrick didn’t think the kid was ready to be on his own. From what he understood, Nero didn’t have any family left, least none that would truly take care of him.


With a sigh, Ceadrick had a thought of what to do about all of this, he just wasn’t sure if he could do it, or even if Nero would want that. But was he ready for this sort of responsibility? He’d played at it in the past, but never anything this committed, certainly nothing this potentially long-term. Deciding that he would let Nero make the final decision tomorrow, Ceadrick nestled down into the warm coiled nest, nuzzling his own noes into the top of Nero’s head before drifting off to sleep.

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Oh okay this was an amazing request from a good friend of mind as we have a request going on with our 2 OCs and others in it. This is part of the story from after Nero is rescued from a slave selling black market. Nero being the broken and abused soul trying to find his way and being saved and taken in by Ceadrick. This was all amazing and the picture is amazing!! There will be more from this long roleplay and it is amazing.

The amazing artist and person who own Ceadrick is here https://www.deviantart.com/srb15937
Nero the broken soul centipede is mine!! so no touchy!