[center][h2][color=f26522]Kasari Liesma[/color][/h2]
Bride of Zakroti; Sister-Bride to [color=c2a5fd]Aymiria Cassiel[/color][/center]

Kasari nodded her head sheepishly, though she was internally pleased that the large warrior seemed to find her actions amusing rather than insulting. After what she had just done, she was fairly certain she couldn't be doing it again... Or at least not for a while. Besides, tonight's outburst was caused by the guards mistreating of her family... Unless her new family or those around them planned to do her or her loved ones harm, Kasari would be on her very best behavior. After being warned by Ayltam, the Drakken girl seemed to notice her slightly trembling hand with a look of concern. Not wanting to seem weak or needy, Kasari shook her head and smiled.

"[color=f26522]It's just a little sore, nothing to worry about. It'll heal up itself in no time.[/color]" She tried to reassure the girl, though she wasn't sure she believed the words herself. Nothing felt out of place, but the pain was almost enough to ring tears to her eyes. Shaking away thoughts of the injury, Kasari took note of Ayltam's slight shiver seeing as she had given up her own cloak to cover Miry. She stepped closer to the Drakken girl and focused on the air around her, trying to heat it up to a comfortable temperature as gratitude for the kindness shown to her kin earlier. Having everything in place, the group moved toward the doors on the far side of the room though to where Kasari would not know until they had passed through them. On the other side was a banquet hall full of various foods, some she recognized and others that were completely foreign to her and her people. It was certainly a sight to behold, one that she have to wait to admire as she was ushered forward to meet up with Zakroti and Miry who had arrived at the same time as they had.

Approaching the group Kasari was yet again met with concern over her hand. She looked down at it wondering what all the concern was about. Apparantly it had started bruising when she wasn't looking, making it look much worse than it felt... Though it didn't really feel good to begin with so there wasn't much to say about that comparison. Before she could protest, Miry was fast at work encasing her hand in cool liquid, much of which fled from the heat of her skin, but some managed to stick around as it served its purpose. Kasari sighed gratefully, nodding her head in thanks.

"[color=f26522]This will do just fine, thank you.[/color]" She smiled at her sister bride before waiting to be directed, not quite sure of the dining customs of the Drakken people. As if on cue, the grandfather dictated their seating arrangements to them which Zakroti was quick to comply with. Following suite, Kasari took the seat next to Miry doing her best not to laugh at the comical sight beside her. The poor girl was so small that she appeared like a doll sitting at the grown up table. Kasari herself wasn't much taller, but her height allowed her to sit normally in the chair with little difficulty other than the vast amount of space around her on the chair. The conversations being had a few chairs down were lost on her, as she couldn't understand a word of what was being said. Even if she could understand the words themselves, she doubted that she would understand the meanings or why the conversation was relative so she tuned them out. Using this moment she began to look around, gawking at all the different kinds of food lining the table. Her stomach snarled greedily as the scents drew her forward, her good hand outstretched to pick a familiar fruit of a platter before her name called her attention.

She wasn't sure who said it first, all she knew was now Zakroti was questioning her about her encounter with the Drakken guard. Clearing her throat she withdrew her hand and grimaced.

"[color=f26522]I am sorry about that. I know your grandfather is already a little aggrivated this evening, I hope I didn't make it worse.[/color]" Kasari started before continuing with the actual explanation of the events.

"[color=f26522]You're already aware that those guards were the ones that... escorted me from my home. When my brother spoke up against them taking me, that man knocked him out and threatened to do terrible things to my mother if anyone tried anything like that again. As you can imagine, it's rather hard to forget something like that when you're being dragged along by the same men for days. I probably would have been satisfied with just his begging for mercy, but after seeing your grandfather's preference for punishment... I was just so angry. I didn't realize what I was doing until I had already done it.[/color]" She explained as a sheepish grin spread across her face, the girl holding up her still shimmering wrist for him to see.

"[color=f26522]Which brings me to my next apology. I seem to have slightly injured my hand during the altercation... But don't worry about it, I'll be fine. It just needs a little bit of time, that's all.[/color]" Kasari waited to see what Zakroti would say about her little slip up, though when that would occur, she had no idea as there was a new distraction in the room. Music. Kasari was surprised she hadn't noticed  Miry stand up, but there she was playing her flute for the whole group. It was a beautiful song, one that any Gemminite in the room would recognize, and a performance even a Drakken could appreciate.... Or so she thought. As one of the brides clapped for the performance, her neck was snapped and her body dropped like she were nothing. Kasari's heart dropped, a look of horror crossing her features as she looked back at Miry. The poor girl looked shattered as she bolted from the room, Kasari's own hands shaking as she turned her gaze downward. Whatever was left of the soothing water vanished in a cloud of steam as Kasari ground her teeth together.

"[color=f26522]He didn't have to do that. It was unnecessary and cruel.[/color]" She hissed,  all feelings of hunger vanishing like the water had.

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[center][h2][color=8493ca]Azilon Dantanath[/color][/h2]
Creepy Stalker of [color=skyblue]Aeila Snowblood[/color]; Part 1 of [color=Sienna]Rynek[/color] ([@NarcissisticPotato]) collab[/center]


Azilon sighed, closing his dark eyes as he returned his posture to its straightened position. The poor girl was already scared and he had just gone and scared her even more by showing up the way he had. He figured she would forgive him in time, it all depended on how aware of her situation she was. Surprisingly enough though, it seemed that she was quite aware of her position and was not going to readily trust a creature like him. [color=8493ca][i]Smart.[/i][/color] Peering down at her, he had to admit her response impressed him a bit. As terrified as she obviously was, she maintained her composure and responded in a way one would expect from a Drakken... Blunt and void of any useful information, strong despite being on the small side. He debated internally for a moment how he was going to respond before he decided to speak.

"[color=8493ca]Pretty bold for a little sprite, but you seem to be mistaken about something. See, you suggest I seek out your brother as if I'd know who that was but you yourself have failed to provide a name. I simply asked so that I may return you back to where you belong in one piece, but I see my good intentions have been misplaced. I'll leave you to your thoughts then, if you need me I'll be somewhere over there minding my own business.[/color]" Taking a step back, Azilon increased the distance between himself and the small girl. Immediately the more bold Drakken of the group inched forward, hungry for a taste of the girl regardless of her heritage.
 
[color=8493ca]"Oh, and whomever your brother might be, tell him the Dantanath household sends his regards.[/color]" And with that he turned away as if finished with the girl, his cloak rustling about as he moved to return to the wall in which he had abandoned. 

It almost seemed that every word that was uttered from his mouth hammered her deeper and deeper into the ground until she was left wide-eyed and more than confused on what was actually going on. His presence was terrifying and she knew that just by standing there he was holding back on something but almost like her brother, he didn't seem to pose any immediate harm to her and she felt her chances were considerable better with him than the other circling her. It was in the moment that he turned to leave that the terror and fear she had pent up inside her came bursting out. Her voice, a shaky mess, burst out in horror. [color=skyblue]"Please..."[/color] Her voice caught as she realized her mistake much too late. Turning, her eye caught the newfound interest in the eyes of those surrounding her. Weakness was a death wish and there was nothing weaker than a simple "please". She needed help. 

[color=skyblue]"Aeila Snowblood. Bastard daughter of King Darion; the King's shame."[/color] It came tumbling out, her eyes wide and pleading. 

Azilon might have been a jerk, but he wasn't completely without compassion. The girl's pleading voice behind him was enough to stop him dead in his tracks, though he didn't immediately turn around to face her. Instead he waited for her to provide a name before turning to grin at her, not all that unlike a victorious spider with a fly caught in his web. 

"[color=8493ca]It's a pleasure, Miss Snowblood. I'm Azilon Dantanath, Wraith of the Svartálfar Forest.[/color]" Upon speaking his name many of the Drakken who had been out to fight at the Southern borders snapped to attention. They might not have known him personally, but one wasn't given a nickname for just anything, and his was a horror show. Still, there would always be a fool who either wasn't paying attention or willing to challenge the one who held the situation. Being one of those fools, a rather bone-headed Drakken sauntered up behind Aeila and reached out as if to grab her shoulders. Eyes narrowing angrily Azilon exhaled slowly, mouth shaped like he was going to whistle... Only a sound was never produced to the group standing around him. The idiot behind Aeila however, froze up with a look of horror, confused eyes meeting Azilon's blank ones. 

Azilon almost felt bad for the guy watching him try to cover his ears to block out the shrill noise ringing at his eardrums. Most of his victims did, though he could never really understand why, it wasn't like they didn't know there was no escape once he was heard the first time. Bit by bit Azilon increased the intensity of the sound, ignoring the man's cries of pain until suddenly he stopped. Releasing the Drakken from his elemental grasp, Azilon smiled at the sight of blood running down both sides of his foe's face. Collapsing to the ground, the Drakken stared off into space blankly as if in disbelief. Not dead, but certainly deaf and permanently so at Azilon's hand. 

"[color=8493ca]At least now the imbecile has an excuse for ignoring people when they are mid-conversation.[/color]" Shaking his head, Azilon's facial expression seemed to turn on a dime from his previous animalistic grin to one a little more sincere. 

"[color=8493ca]You said your name was Aeila Snowblood? Hmm, that means the brother you spoke of is Prince Rynek huh? Not exactly an encounter I was planning on or looking forward to tonight, but...[/color]" Sighing with resignation, Azilon reached his hand out and lightly grasped the girl by one of her horns, tugging her along not quite beside him but not exactly behind him either. 

Her features scrunched into a frown. Azilon Dantanath? Wraith of the Svartálfar Forest? She recognized the name and the title but couldn't quite place her finger on it. No one may have ever seen Aeila but she had heard quite a great deal of conversations between her brothers and her father and unfortunately for her, she was certain she recognized his name from then. Her suspicions were confirmed when his eyes darted away from her, moving to something just above her head. Blinking in silent confusion, she wheeled about on her heels and gasped in horror at the scene in front of her. 

The man seemed to be clutching at his ears, screaming in agony at something which went unheard to the rest of them. She was sure it was something very real when blood began to run down his chin and drip onto his shirt. She turned, eyes wide and wild. [color=skyblue]"Stop this! Leave him alone!"[/color] Her comments landed on deaf ears (ayy) and he ignored her for the most part before the man fell to the ground, clutching his ears and recoiling in sheer terror. She wasn't safe. Rynek didn't do this. Rynek killed and butchered but he had honor, or at least she thought. 

Her small stature backed away from him, moving towards the suddenly hesitant wolves but it was much too late as he gripped her by a horn and dragged her to attention. [color=skyblue]"Leave me alone and I swear, my brother will never hear a word of this!"[/color] Then it hit her. She may not have been good with a knife but her magic was decent and he couldn't possibly hit back at her, lest Rynek actually did show up. 
So, closing her eyes, she felt the power of the cold ground beneath her seep upwards. When you spent most of your day by yourself, you had nothing better to do than mess around with magic but surprisingly, that magic came in handy. Flicking her eyes open, her pooled magic drained down into her fist which hardened like stone. After that; well she punched him. She was aiming lower but her fist landed directly in his stomach. 

Rolling his eyes Azilon shook his head impatiently and stopped to threaten to leave her behind with the others, however it seemed she already had ideas of her own. A trick like that might not have been all that effective on some of the more beefy Drakken in the room, but like Aeila he was a bit on the thinner side too. He felt the air being forced from his lungs as her reinforced fist made contact with his gut. His grip loosened on her horn as the man doubled over, growling half with annoyance and half in pain. 

Somehow he had miscalculated the girl's ferocity, not at all taking into account her ties with the elements. He wondered what her second elemental tie might have been, but he knew he couldn't afford to wait around to find out. Lunging forward, Azilon thrust an arm out bypassing her head by mere inches. Curving his hand he pulled his arm back toward himself making contact with the back of Aeila's head, grasping her hair tightly in his hand as he pulled the girl close to him. Yanking her head back at an awkward angle, the man grabbed her right wrist in his left hand to keep her close as he leaned his face in close to hers. 

"[color=8493ca]That wasn't very nice young lady, not very nice at all.[/color]" He said coolly, his anger apparent in calm demeanor. 

"[color=8493ca]I ought to punish you right here in front of everyone, little sprite.[/color]" Azilon hissed, carrying over his nickname for her earlier... However this time it sounded anything but endearing. 

When she heard the growl of pain from him, she almost felt guilty. Her arm dropped, the magic dancing from it and dissipating into the air as she stepped forward to fervently apologize for lashing out at him. His hand snapped out and before she could even realize what was going on, his grip found her fiery locks and she yelped as he dragged her close. Holding her head back, his hand found her wrist and for a moment, just a moment, she swore that she could see the desire to kill her in his eyes. But his anger drunk that desire away in a second and his mouth spewed open. Her eyes went wide. This was not as it was meant to be. Rynek never hurt her, but this Azilon didn't seem to care. She was another prize, much like the weeping Gems around her.
 
Her eyes went wide and wild with fear as she seized up, her mouth opening and closing in silent terror. She had absolutely no idea what to do and it was destroying her. She hesitated, her weakness laid bare. That in itself was punishment enough but she imagined he had something very different in mind. Finally, some sense of coherency came to her words. [color=skyblue]"P-l-l-e-"[/color] 

A loud voice suddenly interrupted them. [color=sienna]"Aeila? Is that you!? It's been ages!"[/color] Rynek casually stroll into the clearing that had developed around the two. Bending down, he analyzed the situation with a frown before switching his position and looking at it from another angle. [color=sienna]"Is it just me, Aeila, or did you [i]actually[/i] attract someone?"[/color] Her eyes went even bigger than before as, almost in the blink of an eye, Rynek was involved in their weird stance. With one arm wrapped around Aeila's shoulder, he looked to the roof and painted a scene with his hands. [color=sienna]"You know, Aeila, father always said you would die young! But I always protested - 'give the girl a chance, she'll be a dirty little minx one day spewing out little bastard babies left, right and centre'."[/color] He smiled, as if recalling a happy memory before he snapped back to his previous line of thoughts. 

[color=sienna]"Anyhow, we're leaving. I've got what I came for so tell the nice man you'll see him again sometime and we'll be off."[/color] Releasing her, he wandered back to where he had emerged from the ground and just as he was about to go for the sneaky butt-grab on Lienna, it snapped to his attention that Aeila was not following. His head turned, the corner of his eye catching the two. His tone warped into something bitter and twisted. [color=sienna]"Aeila. I said, we are leaving."[/color] 

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[color=f26522]Kasari:[/color] Has injured hand, promises that it's okay even though it hurts like a bitch... Begrudgingly lets Miry soothe the pain. Explains to Zakroti what happened then gets pissed when what's his face snaps what's her name's neck. She's super pissed, like really super duper pissed.

[color=8493ca]Azilon[/color]/[color=skyblue]Aeila[/color]/[color=sienna]Rynek:[/color]Azilon "saves" Aeila from brutes... Pretends to leave her with brutes only to kill one of the brutes harshly. Aeila is scared of the dude, but needs his help... Ends up attacking him anyway, which results with him handling her a little roughly. Rynek stumbles in his usual bossy but funny manner. To be continued...
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