[center][h2][color=8493ca]Azilon Dantanath[/color][/h2][/center]

Azilon was quickly growing bored of the whole event, finding the energy of the room an irritating upset to his usual day to day lifestyle. Those that could sense his irritation gave the creepy figure a wide berth of space when passing by him, unsure of what would cause such an attitude but not really caring all that much about it either. Exhaling slowly, Azilon sighed and debated with himself on what he was even doing there in the first place. After all it had never really been a pressing matter for him to take a bride, unlike some of the other patrons who were greedily snatching the young ones up. Shaking his head slowly, the young Drakken chuckled to himself out of pity. [color=8493ca][i]You're a pathetic creature Azilon. Quit overthinking things and decide.[/i][/color] He silently scolded himself as he continued to judge the incoming Gemminite girls.

Each one held a certain charm to them that attracted the eyes of the Drakken lords around them, and yet none of them could hold Azilon's eyes long enough to spark any thought of action. There had been one, however, to stir some curiosity; a pretty little thing whose eyes had somehow captured the light of the sun within them. She bore a tattoo of one of the most powerful forces of destruction the ancient world had ever seen, something he though odd for someone who was supposed to be docile by nature. His curiosity did not last long though, the man loosing interest as a brutish man approached her. He thought he might have recognized the face of the warrior but the name escaped him completely, emphasized by yet another shrug. If he didn't know, it wasn't important enough for him to know so in turn he didn't care.

Gearing up to leave, a small flash of red amongst the Drakken crowd drew his gaze away from the line of unlcaimed Gems. He didn't see it again for a few moments making Azilon believe he had just imagined it, but then caught sight of it again as a girl bobbed her way around the group. From her horns he could gather that she was Drakken, but her small stature was a shock to even him as even female Drakken were known for being tall. A small smile curled the corner of his mouth, a private expression he kept hidden by the hood of his cloak. She was a cute little thing standing no taller than some of the Gemminite women with unusually bright hair. Nothing about her looked like the warrior race she hailed from, in fact without the horns he might have mistaken her for a wandering Gem ripe for the pickings. He had considered letting her continue in her search for whomever had left her behind, but there was something about the way the men around her looked down at her. It stirred his irritation, stoking a fire that was best left cold.

As the space given to the girl slowly decreased, Azilon uncrossed his arms and pushed away from the wall for the first time that evening. He walked with a brisk pace, moving fluidly through the crowd of brutes until he came to an abrupt stop before the girl. The bottom of his cloak rustled its complaint as its bearer cut his movements, wrapping around his legs lightly as he looked down at the small figure. His sudden approach surprised a few of the Drakken who had seen him sulking off to the side before, however the real surprise came when he lifted his arms and lowered his hood to reveal his face. Near black eyes were fixed on the small Drakken girl, studying her curiously as he stood there silently. With a smirk, Azilon stooped down so that he was face to face with her.

"[color=8493ca]And who might you be, little sprite?[/color]" He asked her curiously, allowing his eyes to snap menacingly toward a second approaching Drakken before returning them to the girl.

"[color=8493ca]Even for you this place is not safe to wander about alone. Who brought you?[/color]"

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[center][h2][color=f26522]Kasari Liesma[/color][/h2][/center]

Kasari allowed an effortless laugh to escape her chest at the mention of her more "courtly" sisters. She had thought alot about what she was going to wear to make a good first impression, but the others she felt had gone a bit overboard. As if creating an image of perfection would help save them from the brutal treatment of their new husbands.

"[color=f26522]Yes, well... They all dressed for the occassion, I dressed in what I was most comfortable in. It was a long trip, can you blame me?[/color]" She retorted with a slight shrug. The fire Gem took a moment to size up the man in front of her, slightly surprised by how short the Drakken actually was now that she was face to face with him. After all, he only had a few inches on her, but she of all people knew that looks could be deceiving. She would have to tred carefully until she knew how to handle the guy. Not at all surprising, during the time she spent sizing Zakroti up he had spent sizing her up as well. And as she had originally designed he noticed the bruising on her arms, his question about them bringing an unintentionally cold glare to her eyes.

"[color=f26522]I'm sure they would say I was the one that put up the struggle, but if they're expecting me to cry over a little rough-handling they are sorely mistaken.[/color]" She growled, glancing back at the guards who had brought her in. As soon as she turned back though, she was back to her normal self and nodding proudly as Zakroti brought up her performing. It had been one of those things she looked forward to every year, and was constantly being scolded for practicing out in the open. If she could continue dancing, even if it were for a bunch of Drakken scum, Kasari knew she would be alright. So when Zakroti offered to take him with her, Kasari sighed with relief.

"[color=f26522]It would be my pleasure M'lord Unalim.[/color]" Kasari curtsied again before stepping forward to join the group. So long as no other Drakken fancied her, or had the nerve to challenge Zakroti for her, Kasari was claimed... And this particular man didn't seem quite as monstrous as the others she had come into contact with. This was of great relief to the young girl for the time being. Certainly there would be more to come for her to worry about, but for now she was just going to be grateful she hadn't been picked by one of the more obviously cruel brutes. [color=f26522][i]And at least I won't be alone.[/i][/color] She thought to herself as she glanced over at the other Gem with a smile.

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[center][h2][color=82ca9d]Sorrin Lucielle[/color][/h2][/center]

Sorrin didn't quite understand what was going on with this exchange between Sia and the odd man, but all thoughts about it washed away when she was guided back to a proper standing posture. She might have been in the dark about how she got to this place and still fairly frightened about what could happen from then on... But just standing next to Lady Beneni was making her feel a lot better. Eyes sparkling, Sorrin nodded her understanding of Sia's words and smiled gratefully. 

"[color=82ca9d]I can't even imagine what it must be like competing with all these guys, but I'm sure it's not easy. It would be my honor to be considered your equal.[/color]" She smiled widely before allowing her attention to wander again. There were still so many sights to take in that she didn't know where to look first. Sorrin found herself overwhelmed by excitement at being able to see so many new things.

"[color=82ca9d]Hey Lady Sia? What is Drakka like? All the paintings make it look dark and scary, but it can't be that bad... Right?[/color]" 

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