[center][h2][color=B47B84]Sera Makatza[/color][/h2]
[sub]Bride of [b]Ineraz[/b]; Sister Bride of [b]Zeldria[/b].
Interacting with [b]Zeldria[/b] [@Saltwater Thief] and [b]Ineraz[/b][@SilverPaw][/sub][/center]

Her red eyes focused on him, her new husband, as he spoke. She studied his lips as each passing word was released. How her name fell of his tongue without even a hint of fear surprised her. She couldn’t even remember how long it had been since the last time she had heard someone say her name without it being accompanied by a scared face turning and running. 

[color=B47B84][i]A sudden force pushed into her arm. She quickly turned to see what, or rather who, had bumped into her. With the turn of her body she met face to face with another; she was delicate…

[b]S...s...serafine[/b]

The name barely escaped her quivering lips.. Her eyes were shaking and she instinctively stepped away from the red eyed gem.

[b]Don’t call me that…[/b]

She couldn’t have made it more than three steps before her hair started to singe.[/i][/color]

She had lost herself again, though this time she had lost herself in the surprising relief she felt that this man had not turned away from her as many had done before. She knew Drakkan had no reason to be afraid of Gems, pathetic and weak Gems, but it was a feeling that she wasn’t going to deny. His name was Ineraz, and she was to address him as sir or husband when in public. The titles of master and lord husband soured in her head; she didn’t like the sound of them. She settled on Sir Ineraz.

He talked about what a beast master was and explained that hunting was not sought after in Drakka; another surprise. Hunting was second nature to the people who lived in Sera’s village. Her parents would go away before the frost would set in to prepare for the cold. She used to enjoy hunting with her parents, even taking quiet solace in catching and killing the animals; a guilty pleasure she would dare not reveal. That all changed when [i]he[/i] was born…  She hasn’t hunted since.

[color=B47B84]”Hunting… it would be fun.”[/color] 

[center][color=B47B84]~~~[/color][/center]

The walk to the Evrenarth estate was a wet and quiet one. The rain had not let up once the entire walk there, and though Ineraz attempted to match their pace, his long strides were still difficult to keep up with. The trio did not speak the entire way, though Sera shot small glances at her new Husband and her [i]sister bride?[/i]. The group stopped in front of a rather large yellow manor; Sera looked up at the massive home in awe. She was accustomed to living in a house that was a single room where everyone slept on the floor in a row - though that was a memory so far gone that it was almost forgotten. 

The warm foyer of the home was a welcomed change from the damp outside. She stood side by side with Zeldria as their husband [i]dried[/i] them off in a manner of some kind using air magic. Sera’s face twisted into an unpleasant scowl at the feeling of the air rushing over her body; she would have preferred to warm by a fire but it appeared as though her Husband did not possess such a skill.

[color=B47B84][i]That’s alright… we can light the fires.[/i][/color]

Sera sat lifelessly at the dinner table as she poked at the food on her plate and ignored her husband’s judging eye. She barely had an appetite back home but here it was worse; was it because she was afraid? Or was it because their food was gamy and dull. Regardless, it took a rather firm hand on her shoulder and a stern look by a guard to encourage her to eat even just a little bit but not without a momentary scowl in return. After the meal was over, her and her sister-bride were lead to yet another room. With the announcement of a bath Sera felt a twinge of excitement; her wet dress had become heavy against her skin and it was growing uncomfortable. As much as Ineraz attempted to dry them off, the material had absorbed too much water to completely dry while remaining on her body. 

Before her husband had even left the room she had started to remove the dress. By the time he was gone, the dress was in a crumpled mess at her ankles. She moved toward the wooden tub and dipped her foot in to test the temperature. Though it was almost too hot, she was too cold to care. The Gem sunk into the water and watched as her Sister Bride undressed, neatly put her dress over the side of the tub, and lower herself into the water. Sera stared at her; she had reddish coloured hair, was much taller than she was, and had boring brown eyes. [color=B47B84][i]She’s a fire gem?[/i][/color]

[color=9e0039]"Sera, was it? I feel we should get to know each other a little better, since it seems we're fated to spend the rest of our lives as..."[/color]

The Gem couldn’t finish the sentence.[color=B47B84][i]Pathetic.[/i][/color] was her first thought, but the girl kept going. [color=9e0039]"What could you tell me about yourself? Or would you prefer that I start?"[/color]

[color=B47B84]”Live our lives as slaves, do you mean? Or what was the other word they used… Sister brides?”[/color] She asked, almost too casually. [color=B47B84]”I lived in a small village in the woods. I didn’t learn much about Drakkan there. The day I was taken, I didn’t know what that was.”[/color]

[color=B47B84]”You’re the first person to talk to me in a long time. I don’t know what to tell you about myself. What kinds of things do people tell strangers?”[/color] She asked, her signature emotionless face staring at Zeldria. Most people would think she was mocking them, but Sera was completely serious. Not a single person has socialized with her in a friendly way since the [i]incident[/i] happened. The extent of the villagers speaking to her was to call her a freak; a monster. They too, had wished for The Reaping.

[center][color=B47B84]~~~[/color][/center]

It was refreshing to be warm and in dry clothes, though the tunic provided for her would not fit a Drakkan, it was still a little baggy on her. She left the ceremony gown provided for her in a lump on the ground and followed the guards that had been standing outside the cracked open door as the they had bathed; she was almost certain their wandering eyes had made their way in the room once or twice. A minor detail she cared little for. The hallway to their destination was even something of beauty; the walls were decorated with massive paintings and mantles from animals displayed as trophies. The guards stopped at the end of the hallway and pushed open two large wooden double doors. Sera and Zeldria entered the room and the guards left as quickly as they had delivered the prizes. In front of them in the center of the room on a rather large bed was their husband.

He was dressed in a black tunic that clearly displayed him and was sprawled across the bed in a seductive manner. Sera could feel a slight heat to her face; she had never seen the male body in such a way before and she was surprised that a race she had learned to be monstrous her whole life could be alluring. As quickly as she felt the heat, it retreated. Next his voice filled the room, bringing his brides three choices with rather colourful body language. [color=008B8B]”And I assure you, I will show you the kinds of [i]pleasure[/i] you wouldn’t have had chance to even dream of until now, much less experience”[/color]

The statement purred out of his mouth with confidence, causing Sera’s heart to beat a little faster. Her eyes watched as his hand playfully slid down his chest, his fingers lingering around his manhood. She felt the heat return to her face and pulled her eyes from his hand and back to his gaze. Sera tried to recall what she had learned in Shadow Worth, but the entire experience was nothing but a frantic blur. She hadn’t experienced choice in a long time and the unknowing of how to respond made her uncomfortable. Would she be punished for the wrong decision? 

Her eyes flicked to where the bed rolls were on the opposite side of the room; a familiar comfort. Her body naturally moved toward them. As she moved across the room, she pulled her long white hair out from where it was trapped underneath the tunic when she pulled the cloth over her head. She picked up a roll from the pile and began to unravel it on the ground, facing the door as always. She looked over to Ineraz and swallowed back what she could only gather was nerves. Before settling into the bedding on the floor, she moved to the side of his bed and stopped mere inches away from it. Her small hand reached out to his face and she took his cheek in it. Her red gaze found his and she studied him for a moment, not entirely believing he was real. The warmth of his skin against her hand reminded her otherwise, and she quickly removed it and returned to her bed on the ground. Sera settled into the blankets, her face toward the door.

[color=B47B84]”I’m sorry if this isn’t the right answer.”[/color] Her voiced quietly spoke from the ground. As she stared at the wooden door to the room, her mind curiously wandered to what lied beneath her Husband’s tunic, and for a moment she forgot about the monsters trying to pry their way in.

[Hider=Summary] I don't even remember what happened..  Sera has a flashback, she talks to her sister bride a bit, albeit a little rudely. Is attracted to her slave master... and then sleeps on the floor while she is afraid of monsters.[/hider]