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[h1][color=bc8dbf]Lord Cuwarr Naxremis[/color][/h1]
Husband of [color=82ca9d]Sorici[/color] ([@SevenStormStyle]), his white lotus, and [color=f7941d]Kalani[/color] ([@karamonnom]), his auburn rose.
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Cuwarr declares Sorici as his wife, his white lotus.  Then, he notices Kalani, and determines that she existed as that of an auburn rose.  He, then, introduces Sorici to her before asking for Kalani's name[/hider]
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The warlord paused for a few seconds after the woman had stated her resolve, and it was not to anger that his lips were beautifully robbed of words to say.  No, rather, it was every time that Sorici lifted her eyes to meet his, every time that she displayed her spirit that Cuwarr couldn't help but form a gentle smile, one curve at a time.  As the gem finished her spiel, Cuwarr began to erupt in a series of rich, laughter that he tried to suppress through distorted snorts.  As soon as he began to compose himself, the warlord cleared his throat, and rested his hand gently on top of Sorici's head.  He softly ruffled her kempt hair before chuckling once more.  [color=bc8dbf]"And, I wouldn't have it any other way."[/color]  his voice rose just above a whisper.  [color=bc8dbf]"You only made one mistake so far, my little sword-flower, and it was to state that you can appreciate your beauty,"[/color]  the warlord cupped both of her cheeks with his gloved hand before tilting her face upwards to face his.  [color=bc8dbf]"In the same manner that a flower cannot see the beauty of its petals, nor can a blade marvel at the sleekness of its edge, so do you have the inability to see yourself for what you are truly worth."[/color]  He brought his face nearer to hers, inch by inch until only a single millimeter existed as a gap between them.  [color=bc8dbf]"But, fear not; for it is not your duty to gaze at your colors, to gape at your steel.  It is mine, and I see you as a white lotus-- blooming in the darkness.  I see you as a blade yet to be forged in fires to be sharpened."[/color]  Immediately, he parted from her, and merely stood solemnly, as if pondering.  

[color=bc8dbf]"I have decided."[/color]  Cuwarr grinned before grabbing the longbow from his shoulder.  Slowly, he plucked out one of the crimson flowers that adorned its limbs, and after he had obtained one of the flowers, he placed it on her right ear.  He smoothed some strands of hair out of the way before gliding his fingers over her cheek.  [color=bc8dbf]"You, Sorici of House Naxremis, will be my wife.  My white lotus to show the other savages that there is meaning in darkness.  My sword, to warn the brutes that strength does not always come with axe and armor, but also with dress and flower."[/color]

With that declaration, Cuwarr took her right hand, and gently left a soft kiss there.  [color=bc8dbf]"You may address me as Lord Cuwarr."[/color]  he grinned before noticing that Sorici's eyes, for a moment, darted to a gem behind him.  He slowly turned around, noticing a lonely little lass whose head dropped low.  He could hear the murmurs, the whispers of his drakken kin-- blatantly talking about the woman in the mother tongue.  [color=bc8dbf]"Her existence catches your eyes?"[/color]  Cuwarr inquired with his wife before slinging the longbow over his shoulder once more.  [color=bc8dbf]"Stay here, my sword-flower."[/color]

Cuwarr walked along the passing crowd of drakkens, edging and observing the lone gemminite as he passed by the buffet table.  His hands nonchalantly plucked one of the skewered foods there before he focused once more on the gem.  Some of the lesser lords began their worthless inquisition of the girl.

"If you'd just act like a frightened lass, I'd pick ya,"  one said, draping a brutish arm over the girl's shoulders.  "Ya know, a little shake and tremble would do good for ye."

"I'd break ya, too,"  another quipped.  "I can bring out the best in ye."  The brutes sized up the girl, and circled around her like wolves stalking their prey.

[color=bc8dbf]"Big words for a swine of the gutters,"[/color]  Cuwarr's voice sliced through the conversation as both men spun around, seeing the warlord with the skewered meat in hand.

"Oh, it's Lord Naxremis, the art lunatic."  one of the lesser officers reacted without zeal.  "This is just another gemminite, right?  Surely, you can find another of your caliber?"

At this point, Cuwarr began removing his right glove as he offered a snide smile at the two.  [color=bc8dbf]"How droll,"[/color]  the warlord shook his head.  [color=bc8dbf]"For a pig to think it knows the caliber of a butcher."[/color]  Cuwarr sauntered nearer to them until he stood but a few paces away.  Cuwarr eyed the lone gemminite, still trying to find what had drawn the attention of his sword-flower.  A wry laugh escaped Cuwarr's lips before he swung the glove, slapping the two drakkens with one swing.  [color=bc8dbf]"You search for a gemminite that refuses to hold her head in public?  Words of men who lack the organ down below.  If anything, I'm the only one who can draw the best out of anyone."[/color]

The lesser lords fumed in rage, but with a mere wave from the warlord, the two begrudgingly left.  Cuwarr coiled his hand around the woman's; the small and petite fingers trembling softly.  [color=bc8dbf]"Your hands are frigid, little one."[/color]  the warlord mused before he took off his left glove.  Soon, Cuwarr had fitted the gloves to both of the woman's hands whilst he pinched her chin between his index and thumb.  Hazel eyes met his without pause.  But, never had Cuwarr expected that those same irises would steal a breath away from him.  Pride, albeit damaged, glistened her eyes.  He saw desire; a desire to prove herself-- a desire to be different, to be acknowledged.  Pride in adversity.  With fingers calloused from drawing the bowstring, he traced a line from her left eye until her supple lips.

Yes, the white dress may be a little too boring for his tastes, but the same simplicity had garnered the attention of his sword-flower, and most importantly, snatched his own eyes.  Hope...  where there is none.  Cuwarr turned to his wife and beckoned for her to come closer, then, he turned once more to this auburn rose.  Gently, he pried her soft lips open before edging the small piece of meat into her mouth.  [color=bc8dbf]"Hold your head high, my auburn rose, for you are the only one of your kind,"[/color]  he smiled as he ran his fingers through her rich auburn locks.  Next, he gestured to Sorici with a nod.  [color=bc8dbf]"This is my wife, my white lotus, Sorici."[/color]  Then, he addressed the auburn rose once more.  [color=bc8dbf]"And, you, my auburn rose, what word should my lips produce to snatch your attention?"[/color]