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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 Kalani as his wife.  He, then, warns them of their future night adventures, and instructs the two to eat in order to nourish themselves.  He also declares the motto of their House.  Finally, he smashes into a pillar, unconsciously slipping out his innate appreciation of gemminite art.[/hider]
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[color=bc8dbf]"Kalani,"[/color]  he spoke her name once more, lavishing the way every syllable slipped through his lips.  [color=bc8dbf]"My little auburn rose."[/color]  Cuwarr nodded to Sorici before drawing his longbow, and plucking out one of the flowers embedded on its limbs.  Then, he parted the locks of hair from her left ear, and placed the flower there, safe and sound.  [color=bc8dbf]"I, Cuwarr Naxremis, will take you as my wife.  Kalani of House Naxremis, you are my auburn rose, able to show pride in the face of adversity.  You are my shield, to retain hope where there is none."[/color]  In the same manner as Sorici, he took her left hand, and placed a gentle kiss on it.  Then, he turned to his wives with a grin, taking turns in cupping both of their cheeks before planting a long, solemn kiss on their foreheads.  [color=bc8dbf]"There is meaning in everything we do.  Why do we rise?  Why do we fight?  Why do we kill?"[/color]  the warlord spoke in a serious voice as he combed some of his blonde locks away from his eyes. [color=bc8dbf] "If you cannot answer the 'why' in your duties, then, there is no reason to do it,"[/color]  he shook his head to emphasize a point.  [color=bc8dbf]"You were brought here forcibly, but more than that, each of you may have your own agenda, and I could care less about your plans.  One of you may want to protect their loved ones,"[/color]  he looked at Kalani.  [color=bc8dbf]"And, the other might want to drive a knife through my neck, and I'd like to see that person try."[/color]  then, he turned his head to Sorici, the smile vanishing immediately.  However, a chuckle echoed from his lips before a wider, warmer grin took residence.  "[color=bc8dbf]The most important thing is...  you have a 'why'.  In the same manner that my choosing the two of you has meaning, so should you act as my brides with meaning driving behind your every action.  That is the motto of House Naxremis, your new family:  meaning in each action.  Those who act without purpose do not deserve the Naxremis name.  Now, the two of you carry the honor of our House; do bring good things to it."[/color]

The warlord couldn't help, but step back from these two brides.  There, in front of him were ones he could use to perfect his art.  For so long, Cuwarr envied the talent of the gemminite people, and their aptitude for the arts.  Each work, each stroke of their tools brought forth a masterpiece.  He loathed the limits of his art:  shoot enemies, and then what?  Nothing!  His work...  could never stand the test of time.  Even steel rusted, even arrows snapped.  But, the gems...  their paintings, their sculptures were all from ancient times!  The ephemerality of his art scared him; oh, it scared down to the bone.  What if no one remembered him?  What if...  they only recall the failures of his father?  No.  Cuwarr had these gems in his grasp, and he would use them, he would extract everything from them if it means perfecting his art.  Soon, when these pigs of Drakka, and these weaklings of Gem will hear the word 'war', they will only remember Naxremis.  He will be remembered; Cuwarr promised.

[color=bc8dbf]"Oh, before we go any further, I might like to add that you may have ended up with the wrong drakken,"[/color]  Cuwarr tilted his head in mischievous nature.  [color=bc8dbf]"A lot gave up when they were with me...  alone.  Honestly, they just cannot seem to last."[/color]  he shrugged his shoulders before smirking as if he remembered a pleasant memory.  [color=bc8dbf]"Well, I hope you two will fare better, yes?"[/color]  The warlord turned around towards the buffet, but before he took a step forward, he spared a glance to his brides.  [color=bc8dbf]"Come along, my flowers.  Please, partake in the meal.  You will need the nourishment for tonight's activities.  Well, to be more specific, the two of you would need nourishment, or neither of you will [i]last[/i] through the night.  By now, you must realize that I am one who drives you to the very peak of fulfilment, drawing every inch, every drop from you until your only facial expression will be a gaped mouth."[/color]  he flashed a dangerous grin at them, one that promised a dark and perilous ride down the one-way trip to ruin.  [color=bc8dbf]"Now, that I think about it.  The two of you can just take turns; it might be better that way."[/color]

Then, he took a step forward, smashing into a pillar with a solid thud.  He recoiled back, rubbing his nose before he noticing the exquisite design of the pillar with its rings and marble structures.  He took a few moments to just stare in awe at the pillar, his mouth opened just enough for a drop of saliva to dribble out.  [color=bc8dbf]"That's gemminite architecture for you.  Magnificent, transcendent!  Even the pain is terrific!"[/color]  he clawed his armor with his fingers before composing himself, and combing his hair back once more.  Cuwarr cleared his throat, and straightened his posture.  [color=bc8dbf]"Come, now, my dear ones."[/color]