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[h1][color=bc8dbf]Lord Cuwarr Naxremis[/color][/h1]
Husband of [color=82ca9d]Sorici[/color] ([@RomanAria]), his white lotus, and [color=f7941d]Kalani[/color] ([@karamonnom]), his auburn rose.
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Cuwarr informs his wives of their imminent departure to the east after their banquet.  He suddenly begins playing the fanfare of Gemminia's royal family much to his confusion.  Feelings of rebellion and change are instigated within the warlord, but he erases it from his mind.[/hider]
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[color=bc8dbf]"Hrm, yes."[/color]  Cuwarr hummed in response as Kalani asked about his rest.  And, indeed, he enjoyed his sleep which was probably the best one in a long time.  [color=bc8dbf]"A bright morning to you, too, Kalani.  I see that the two of you also enjoyed your rest."[/color]  A slight chuckle escaped Cuwarr's lips before tracing Kalani's steps towards the washroom where, he assumed, she would change for the day.  As he watched his wife vanish behind the door, Cuwarr let out an amused sigh before turning to Sorici who had just recently fluttered her eyes awake to the morning sun.  [color=bc8dbf]"A bright morning to you, Sorici."[/color]  Cuwarr grinned, happy that, perhaps, his wives hadn't heard the brutality of last night's symphony.  If anything, when they would go down to meet the other lords, they might, no, [i]will[/i] see the bruises that their sisters have sustained during the moon's bloody light.  Cuwarr twisted around, grabbing the plate of raisin bread rolls before handing it to Sorici.  [color=bc8dbf]"Come, eat while your sister is preparing.  Then, she can also eat while you get yourself ready for the day.  After the both of you are done, we shall descend and partake in the banquet prepared for us below."[/color]

After a few minutes, Kalani came out of the washroom.  The bright gem chose to wore a white, airy dress that fluttered softly upon the winds' whispers.  Whenever the gale swept by, the dress would be lifted just enough to quickly flash a spot of her smooth legs, just below her thighs, before the dress brushed down again.  A unique mix of innocence and seduction that had Cuwarr skip on a breath once his covered eyes landed on her figure.  In fact, he had to pull up his eye-cloth just to get an eyeful of her luscious form.  [color=bc8dbf]"My, my,"[/color]  Cuwarr smirked, pulling down the eye-cloth once more.  [color=bc8dbf]"At this rate, I might have competition."[/color]  Cuwarr tilted his head as Kalani went over to him, sliding her fingers between the spaces of his left hand.  [color=bc8dbf]"You do not disappoint, my dear rose.  You will forgive me, however, if I am forced to use violence against some lecherous stares."[/color]  The warlord lifted their interlocked hands, gliding the back of Kalani's palm against his face before planting a soft kiss in the centre.  Then, even Sorici walked over to him, taking his other hand in hers in the same manner as Kalani.  And, although he sensed a split-seconds' worth of hesitation, a warm tug strummed at Cuwarr's heart to know that this stubborn lotus is really trying her best.  So, he squeezed her hand gently before also planting a kiss on it.

Mind you, he learned the gesture from observing these gems.  In Drakka, there was no such thing as kissing the hand of others for that meant being subjugated.  But, in Gemminia, it meant that 'you treasure them'.  And, Cuwarr does.  He really does.

Then again, he wasn't used to such 'mushy' and emotional moments.  Thus, Cuwarr deftly stood up and patted the top of his wives' heads.  [color=bc8dbf]"Yes, we shall be going home to my fortress in the east.  My domain as warlord extends to the eastern side of Drakka where I am currently tasked with suppressing the rebels there.  This will not be an easy journey, my dears.  My fortress is carved into the mountain there where the harsh and biting winds blow for a good portion of the day.  It is only warm during the sun's initial rise, the point where the sun is closest.  But, worry not.  I assure you, you will get used to it."[/color]  He smiled at them before kissing their foreheads as his finger traced the outline of the mark that forked near their ear.  [color=bc8dbf]"Now, go on, prepare for the day.  Once you're done, meet me in the banquet hall."[/color]  He playfully shooed them off before he went over to one of the side tables and pulled out an ornate, wooden flute which he placed near his lips.  As he blew on the embouchure, his fingers pressing on one note after the other, a familiar melody filled the room as Cuwarr faced the open window which spilled the melody upon the meadows that lay in front of him.  Although raspy, broken and a few shrill sounds pierced, Cuwarr mimicked the same symphony of the Gemminite royal family.  Why he suddenly began playing it from memory, even Cuwarr himself didn't know.  But, the crisp staccato notes that blended with the upbeat melody gave a sense of rebellion and change within him.  However, like every song, it ends with the silence of an unchanged reality.

The warlord turned around, his lips still playing the same fanfare albeit now soft and stuck in a rondo.  His absent-minded steps led him to the banquet hall, not minding the stares of the other drakkens who found it weird for a drakken of his status to be doing this.