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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 expresses his disgust at the killing and retires with his wives to their quarters.  At the same time, he freshens up for [i]that[/i] activity.  He finally removes the eye-cloth, now willing to gaze upon his wives with his own two eyes.  The two flowers render him speechless, causing the warlord to merely chuckle in helplessness.  He sets up some props for the activity as he expresses how peculiar his own preferences are.[/hider]
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Seated comfortably in one of the best seats in the dining hall, Cuwarr prepared himself to enjoy what would have been a delicious dinner.  Cuwarr flipped his plate open before looking at his wives, Sorici at his right and Kalani at his left.  He beckoned for the two to partake of the feast and, perhaps, some of the drakken lords glared at them for the warlord's blatant display of respect for the gemminites.  As the feast went underway, a rather bold gemminite stole his attention as he tuned his eyes to the woman who prostrated herself in the center of the hall.  For a moment, Cuwarr believed that the woman would burst into fury, spouting all things horrid about the drakkens (and she wouldn't be wrong, not at all).  However, never did the warlord expect that she would burst into a symphony of songs and hymns.  While the melody proved to be too scrappy for the other uncultured pigs of Drakka, Cuwarr's spirits roused in unison to her outstanding aria of valor and fanfare.  Of course, as she finished her crescendo and performance, the warlord held himself back from clapping and applauding-- after all, it was still beyond him to clap for a mere gemminite even if he wanted to express his genuine appreciation for such a display of art and music (both that are absent from his desolated homeland).

But, the crowd's gaze were drawn by the sight of one of the lesser lords who held a timid gem's neck in his hand.  Whether it was because Cuwarr was exposed to the sight of death and savagery, the warlord had an inkling of what would happen next, if only because he noticed the way the woman's choked gasps were beginning to sound serious.  As the gem's neck snapped, the warlord shook his head in disgust as such barbarianism.  If he wanted to kill a gem, he should have done so artfully.  Not this.  These little creatures deserved a more artful and beautiful end.  Besides, there was no honor in killing a gem.  None at all.  If only, that lesser lord proved his incapacity to treasure his own belongings.

The warlord quickly glanced at his wives, noticing that his Auburn Rose gasped in alarm.  He could see the fear in her eyes even if his eyesight was dimmed.  Immediately, he shifted his hand to pat her head in what seemed as an act to comfort her.  He did the same with Sorici, allaying their fear wherever possible.  However, the sight of the dead woman in the banquet hall would not do them any good.  With that, Cuwarr stood up without pause, shaking the table in his wake.  He turned to the murderer with a snide grin.  [color=bc8dbf]"I must say that your action was a stunning display,"[/color]  Cuwarr began as he heaved the longbow over his shoulder.  [color=bc8dbf]"Now, I know that you are a drakken incapable of taking care of those assigned to your jurisdiction.  Your actions befit that of a lord of your level."[/color]  the warlord spun around before beckoning for his wives to follow him, as shaken as they might be.

They would retire to their quarters, on the third floor of Shadow Worth.  Cuwarr purposely chose that room because it was the farthest from his swine counterparts, and it had a stunning view of the night sky that reigned over the land of Gemminia.  From this vantage point, they could see the silhouette of the gems' homeland a hundred miles away.  No word escaped Cuwarr's lips as he ascended the spiral staircase towards their room, and perhaps, none was necessary.  The emotions, the fear, the spite-- he could feel them all inside the banquet hall.  The climb was slow and silent.  He was already betting on relaxing the two gemminites in order to make the most out of them for the night, but with that savage display of brutality, he would be lucky to even get a single drop out of Sorici and Kalani.

The gemminites' emotions were always hard to control and when they're spiked to this level of depression, there's no telling what they'll do or won't do.  Cuwarr spared a glance at the two them once more.  Even though they couldn't see his eyes, his gaze spoke levels of forlorn and, perhaps, even tinge of sadness.  Cuwarr's four lieutenants followed suit behind them, but the warlord instructed them to just merely guard the hallways.  There was no need to intimidate his brides.  That sullen lord already did plenty of that.  Finally, Cuwarr reached his room, pulling out a steel key from his pocket in order to open it.  The room was spacious with a fireplace a few meters from the large, rectangular window.  The floor was carpeted as a mirror was situated beside the bathroom.  In the center of it all was a large, king-sized bed (drakken-size, mind you) with the covers clean and the stack of pillows fluffed.  There were a few red, satin couches grouped in one corner.  However, the main point of the room was the view from the window:  an endless blanket of night littered with a wild array of stars as far as the eyes could see.  At the end of the boundless horizon was the shadow of Gemminia, shrouded by clouds of fog and darkness.

As soon as they entered the room, Cuwarr closed the door behind them before stripping off his armor.  He hung his longbow on a steel pedestal and placed his bloodstained armor on one of the nearby tables.  Now clad in only his eye-cloth, sleeveless shirt, and a pair of fit, beige trousers, Cuwarr returned to his wives.  He stood in front of them, trying to see what he could say.  At this moment, he didn't know how to comfort them, or how comforting even works.
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"Ease your minds, my flowers,"[/color]  Cuwarr began, not daring to touch them for now.  After all, gemminites were fragile and weak creatures.  They might squeal if touched since they saw that murder.  Squealing and crying were always things that Cuwarr despised.  Why cry when you can do something about it?  Crying was for the weak.  Then, he shook his head, chuckling in the process.  [color=bc8dbf]"Well, get yourselves ready.  I've already instructed my lieutenants to carry your belongings to this room beforehand.  I think you'll find them inside the wardrobe."[/color]

With that, the warlord grabbed a white towel which was hung by the door.  [color=bc8dbf]"My lieutenants are outside should you need any assistance.  I would need to clean refresh myself.  I just came home from a war, and I do not wish to smell like blood all night."[/color]  Cuwarr grinned, the details more of a threat rather than an instruction.  It was as if he told them that if they dared escape, there were drakkens outside.  Thus, Cuwarr stepped into the bathroom where he began to use whatever cold water was left to wash off all the grime and blood that had reached his skin.  In the process, the warlord took off the eye-cloth where he took a moment to let his eyes adjust to the light.  The bath was not just to let Cuwarr freshen up; it was also to allow the gems a semblance of peace and quiet.  Their frayed nerves needed calming and the presence of a drakken warlord was sure to hinder such an opportunity.

A few minutes passed and even though the water was really cold, Cuwarr managed to finish.  He brushed his hair back before tying the towel low around his waist.  He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling his temperature adjust, before exiting the bathroom.  Without his eye-cloth, Cuwarr finally saw his brides with his own two eyes.  Sky-blue orbs gazed at Sorici and Kalani, taking in the beauties that he snagged even when his sight was impaired.  He paused for a moment, wanting to savor this time of clarity.  A gentle smile formed on his lips as he approached his brides, tilting both their chins upward so that he could gaze into each of their eyes.  Brown, golden, and cyan-- Cuwarr couldn't think of a better combination of colors.  His mouth opened to speak, but his tongue painfully refused to cooperate.  At that moment, the stoic warlord failed to conjure any flattering words that he could speak.  Their allure rendered him speechless and beautifully speechless at that.  Cuwarr knew that it was impossible to speak of beauty when his mind would refuse to see the splendor that these two women instilled in his eyes.  [color=bc8dbf]"I find no appropriate words to express how awed I am at the allure you both possess,"[/color]  A slight chuckle escaped him, though.  [color=bc8dbf]"Although, I think that the silence spoke louder than any compliment I could muster."[/color]

But, still, the deed had to be done.

[color=bc8dbf]"Well, have you prepared for this?"[/color]  Cuwarr stepped away from them, grabbing a few wooden stands and situating them near the window.  [color=bc8dbf]"I have rather [i]peculiar[/i] tastes, and I would hope that your strength will be as steadfast as your dazzle."[/color]