[center][h2][color=6F6B84]Höd Ultair[/color][/h2][sub]Lurky McLurkerson interacting with [b]Morganna[/b] [@WeepingLiberty][/sub][/center]

The ceremony was mostly quiet, the chatter being confined to those who were delivering the Gems and the few words shared between Husband and Bride. The ceremony was mostly unentertaining to watch, though the scared faces of a number of the Gems and their varying reactions to their new Husbands made it tolerable. The Drakkan grinned viciously as he watched the strong headed Brides hold their heads high to their new masters; that grin grew at the souls who mustered the bravery to even talk back to them. His mouth began to drip with temptation at the thought of reaching out to the defiant few and crushing their pride between his blood soaked hands. Surely, their new husbands would not live up to the cruel nature that was once feared of Drakkans, a conclusion he deduced from the meak size of those receiving their prizes. His eyes scanned the line of Husbands, looking for anyone worth while, until they stopped on a rather sizable Drakkan who was receiving his Brides from the High Prince himself.

[color=6F6B84][i]Hope still lingers in this tainted land, I see.[/i][/color]

Inquisition settled in the pit of his stomach as he noticed the exchange of words between the High Prince and the Drakkan, and again between the Husband and the Brides. He was too far away to make out what they were saying in a room bustling with various conversations all happening at once. If he wanted to listen in, he would have to get closer.

The Drakkan began to move from his position when he noticed another female Drakkan appear from the other side of the room and swiftly travel across it, landing behind yet another slender looking Drakkan. [color=6F6B84][i]How many of these pretty boys were allowed to live at birth? Disgusting. [/i][/color]

This one had distinctively long black hair and a brunette Bride that was already attached to him. There was a white haired Gem standing in front of the couple as well. His eyes focused on the Drakkan female. Her hair resembled that of the male she was speaking with and how her body spoke as she talked to him made it clear that the two knew each other. [color=6F6B84][i]Related, perhaps?[/i][/color]

She was tall, her frame slender, but she held herself with an air of confidence. Confidence befitting of a Drakkan; an utmost alluring trait. His lips crooked up at the ends of his mouth, reeling themselves into a mischievous smile. This female was just as exquisite as the royal member before her, though he preferred the dark hair of this creature over the last. It was her eyes that captivated him the most; even from a distance their striking green colour was evident. With a shrug of her shoulders, she left the male and vanished into the ever depleting crowd. All of the other Drakkan there were receiving prizes today, why should he not relish in the same luxury? If he was going to catch her attention without drawing too much to himself, now was the time while there was still a crowd to conceal him.

He moved again, this time swiftly into the group of males accepting their Brides. His eyes watched the room as he moved through the Drakkan, ensuring not to alarm a guard of an uninvited guest. His pace matched the female as she seamlessly moved through the crowd, though he was approaching her from the opposite direction. It was likely that she was already aware of his presence, given how effortlessly she had snuck up on her relative. He would have to make it look as if he was not purposefully aware of her; with his head turned to observe another useless Drakkan he would surely forget about in seconds, he felt the left side of his body collide with another.

Instinctively, though purposefully, his body turned toward her; one arm scooped behind her back as the other held onto one of her free arms to stabilize her. As soon as the two of them both caught their footing, which was mere seconds, he released her and stepped back in respect. His calculating eyes met hers and he delivered a perfectly trained response; [color=6F6B84]”Pardon me.”[/color]

His voice lingered with his gaze for a moment before he spoke again. [color=6F6B84]”Though I should thank you… In a room full of sniveling and weak [i]girls[/i], it’s nice to see a woman still exists.”[/color] The Drakkan’s grin returned, though this version of it carried a seductive annotation. [color=6F6B84]”Excuse my forwardness, it is not every day one is [i]allowed[/i] the presence of Drakkan such as yourself.”[/color].

He allowed his tone to carry the last of his sentence, paying close attention to implying that she was gracing him with her presence; with both her beauty and the fact that she was a female in a race dominated by men. A rarity, indeed. It would take more than one simple interaction to woo a Drakkan female; they were people after all, not objects that could be bought or won. In this interaction all he was hoping for was to make a lasting impression, one that at least would have her memory flick back to him at some point, one that would maybe even convince her to speak to him again. 

He knew their interaction would not be long, he wasn’t there to sink his teeth into a prey of his choosing yet. He was there to say hello to the royal family; he was there to reintroduce his family name to Drakka. He had pictured the moment in his head for what felt like an eternity now; a grand yet disappointing entrance as he strolled up to the front of the room. He had hoped someone there would have known his father personally, knowing that he shared an uncanny resemblance to him had him thirsting for the reaction of seeing a ghost paint itself across their face. His plan was almost ready to put in motion, but not before a slight detour to imprint his impression on the lady Drakkan he had bumped into, and not before a commotion just outside of the heavy doors came crashing in.

He watched unamused as a smaller white haired Drakkan appeared, spouting bullshit about obtaining one of the brides. The guards at the door had backed away quickly, their weapons drawn.

[color=6F6B84]”Well I could have done that!”[/color] He said with a comedic tone as his eyebrow cocked and an open hand gestured toward the obscene situation unfolding at the entrance. Höd’s unamused look twisted into a curiously pleasured one as he watched the Royal Female take her defensive yet challenging stance in front of the white haired Drakkan. 

[color=6F6B84]”At least this waste of time will be entertaining.”[/color] He offered, his eyes looking at the female next to him. He gestured his head in the direction of the Royal and the party crasher. [color=6F6B84]”How much would you love to see her beat him senseless? And rightfully so, look at that poor excuse for a man. If he didn’t have horns I might have thought he was a bride.”[/color]

[hider=Summary]Höd lurks a bit more, he thinks most of you are little bitch pretty boys. He gets distracted by a hot piece of ass and decides to pursue. Rynek busts in and throws a wrench in his plans; he now hopes the princess kicks his ass. [/hider]