[centre][color=gold][h2]Atallia Faeron[/h2]
[sub]Bride of Loofy[@agentmanatee] & sister-bride to Aerienna Cassiel[@RomanAria][/sub][/color]
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Eventually, after a few minutes of unrest, the pounding in her skull faded away and the gold of her eyes rested. It seemed that the fire from earlier was enough to drive off anyone who was looking for the easy fuck that most of the other Gems presented. Her eyes danced around the room, a gentle smirk playing on the edges of her lips. Being ignored was a privilege that few others apparently shared and although it pained her to see the other Gems being dragged off, their resistance was weak. They were going to die sooner or later, why not now in a glorious show of strength?

That glorious show of strength was to be put to the test when Talli apparently picked up some interest. She felt him first, his domineering stature, the way he seemed to lurch everywhere instead of walk. When her eyes finally caught up with her other senses, the smirk fell as her brows creased into a frown. Before she even had a chance to sum him up, he opened his mouth, a thing that most Drakken seemed dreadfully fond of.

[color=ed1c24]"Come Gem, I believe you will be my bride as well... in fact, give us a twirl! Don't you want to see her twirl darling?"[/color] Atallia felt her blood boil and the gold of her eyes twisted to a dark red. She always bullied for them - the other children didn't understand why her eyes seemed to have a mind of their own so clearly, this must have meant that she was an odd creature that was clearly not Geminite. Not exactly pleasant but they were children and children learned from their mistakes and matured. She had never particularly thought about it before but the Drakkens reminded her of children - painfully dumb, fond of physical violence innocent enough to think that they mattered in the world. The scales would tip once again and this time, their savage race would be obliterated. Until then, she had to keep fighting. Others, like the other Gem her suitor had found himself, preferred to pretend that nothing wrong would ever happen to them and that they'd always be favourable in the eyes of their owners. A life of subservience was no life at all and if she was to die, she would at least die with honour.

Her hands curled tightly as the pretty one opened her mouth. [color=fda5e7]“Why of [i]course[/i] I’d love to see her twirl!”[/color] Bitch. The red of her eyes didn't defuse at all and as Atallia darkened, she began to feel her very skin begin to fizzle in anticipation of a sudden combustion. Her hands heated, ready to do damage, but just as she was about to realise her magic, her vision went red and all sense faded from the world. The room around her was burning. The flames never licked her but as she stood, she could hear the screams and cries of her sisters, too weak to escape the harsh bouts of fire. It hurt. Her head hurt and whatever she did, she couldn't drown out those screams. It reminded her of the Spirit of the Dragon. It never protected the weak, it went where innocent blood was spilled. It was a dark vengeance, a cruel justicar. So, somewhat surprisingly for the numb-skulled fire Gem, Atallia let the flames in her hands die away as her vision died and the red faded from her eyes.

[color=gold]"I don't think you would want me, my lord. If you want another one like her, you'll find none of that here."[/color] Her chin fell and her eyes, heavy and royal backed into a silent retreat. The fire from before was gone as if a realisation hit her that trying to burn him to a crisp wouldn't end well. She didn't twirl though - she had some decency. Instead she stood, quietly reserved but still resistant.

[centre][color=sienna][h2]Rynek Darion[/h2]
[sub]Husbando of Lienna Orhhneaht [@Obscene Symphony][/sub][/color]
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Once finished with his questioning, Rynek looked quite pleased with him. They covered some pretty broad areas and he eagerly awaited the look of terror that should have accompanied both. When that look of terror didn't come, his frown returned and he bent down to inspect her as if there actually was a problem with her. Cocking his head to the right, he silenced as his eyes took on a look of concern. Instead of the terrified response she started sizing him up like he had done before. Like something equivalent to a dog and a hedgehog, Rynek felt a little put-out. Those questions alluded to topics that the Gems didn't like talking about but this little one didn't seem to mind them at all. He backed off a little, concern still etched on his face. His face followed hers and as she leaned on one leg to get a better look at him, he reared up and crossed his arms over his chest, eyes tearing away from her. That was not nice whatsoever - ruining his fun like that.

When she opened her mouth, however, he couldn't help but flick his vision back to her. Her voice seemed to cascade gently, as if every word emanated from her sweet lips had been carefully architectured to elaborate her thoughts perfectly. She was a vision of grace and sultry eloquence and, despite himself, his brutish boyishness felt a little out of its depth. Watching her, his eyes locked on her; a gaze that could typically break men in two. It was one of the most terrifying things a mortal could experience - Rynek was being serious.

“Well, if sex is all my new life has to offer me, then where’s the value in longevity?” She questioned back, quirking an eyebrow, “Better to die young and beautiful, glistening in the tightest grips of ecstasy than to slowly wither away, doomed to spend eternity thoroughly… Unsatisfied.”

His mouth opened then closed then opened again and the look faded as he realised what he was doing. But in that moment before he returned to his original state, he took on a mystic look and for a moment, it looked like he was deliberating whether to take her there and then or slice her throat for such insolence in the face of the great Rynek Darion. It was a puzzling experience.

A smirk found her rosy lips as she spoke again. “As for your knife…” Water trickled upwards and down along her arm before sealing into an icy blade, deadly as it was beautiful. Rynek felt that the blade held way too many similarities to its creator for his liking. “...Well, I've never found much use for them.”

There was something about her that threatened him. Before, they had whimpered and cried in his presence. He was insane; they had every right to be terrified but this one didn't care at all. She dared to dance with death himself and he was beginning to get the feeling that she was the one leading the dance. That wouldn't do at all. With surprisingly gentle fingers, he took the razor from her grasp and raised it to catch the light before his eyes. He twisted it in inspection and within a moment, too fast for the light to even catch up, one arm had dragged her close to him and the other had the razor precariously pressed into her pale skin. [color=sienna]"Careful now, girl. I like you but insolence will not be tolerated."[/color] This girl must have been really special because, for the second time that day, Rynek took on a serious look.

[color=sienna]"You don't know what you're getting yourself into. This road is a very dangerous one and if you think you can make a profit from it, you will regret your decisions."[/color] The blade seemed to press further into her until eventually, blood formed and dripped down over its edge. In that instant, the blade seemed to heat and pool into the water from which it came from. As the drops of her blood fell down onto his open palm, it mixed with the warmed water.

[color=sienna]"It would seem that blood is thicker than water..."[/color] He mused, his smile returning as he released her, wheeled about and wandered into the cloud. [color=sienna]"Stay close, little one; these folks are like wolves!"[/color]

[centre][color=skyblue][h2]Aeila Snowblood[/h2]
[sub]Who even knows what's going on with Aeila?[/sub][/color]
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She could feel her terror rising like a fiery dragon that had suddenly been unleashed into the world. It cut her to the bone and left her shaking and afraid but she had to get through it. She wouldn't survive any other way. Rynek wouldn't always be there to cover for her and if she didn't master her fear now, she would be lost to it. Aeila could feel their eyes, hard and unrelenting, constantly bearing down on her and without even looking, she knew that they were closing in on her, like wolves circling their injured prey. How ironic it was that the only thing that would be her saving grace would be the wolf crest of her brother's armour. But fate was not a kind thing.

She kept her eyes closed shut, too afraid to open them in case someone noticed the terror trapped inside them. She would have kept them closed if it wasn't for the sudden presence she felt directly in front of her. Given the instantaneous nature of it, she was almost hesitant to open her eyes but she did nevertheless. What met her scared her something serious but she had to face him. She had no choice. He already had his mouth opened.

"[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]

Her eyes went wide as he stared at her, his eyes black and whole. This was not good. This was not good at all. Somehow, however, she managed to open her mouth to speak. What rose was empty air for a few moments before she realised she was looking weak and stupid and filled it with shaky courage.

[color=skyblue]"Did you never hear that it is rude to ask for a lady's name without providing your own first? And my brother took me; he has just wandered off to find a bride so if you have any malicious intentions, I advise you seek him out."[/color]

Although her tone was somewhat bitter, it was clear that she was afraid. Her voice seemed to tremble, even as she attempted to emanate it outwards. Nevertheless, she stood against the much taller Drakken.