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[sub]Interacting with [color=ed1c24][b]Morganna[/b][/color] [@WeepingLiberty] and later interacting with [b]Aryll Imaali[/b] [@Nevix][/sub]
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[hider=Höd’s Response to Morganna before Rynek busts in]Höd cocked a curious eyebrow as Morganna explained an alternative use to the Gemmenie brides, one that he would never dream to consider as his eyes for them remained but a single constant. He caught her hard to place expression, though it was clearly one of disappointment in some form. He couldn’t help but smile at this. [color=6F6B84]”I never thought of it that way, you very well could be right. A disposable weapon. If they could survive long enough, that is.”[/color]

[color=6F6B84]”Ahh, so you have learned that I am an uninvited guest. Perceptive for someone who doesn’t [i]appear[/i] to be paying attention. With how you moved in this room, I must only assume that you are an assassin..[/color] He played, his voice low with no hint of threat behind it. [color=6F6B84]”Regardless, I most certainly enjoy my prize.”[/color][/hider]

The souring in his stomach grew the more the situation unfolded, even more so when the princess announced that everyone could leave. Höd did not picture the return of his name to Železna Kri to be shadowed by a reckless feminine Drakkan breaking into the Ceremony and demanding a bride who belonged to someone else. Despite the frustration he was feeling, he couldn’t but help feel a sense of respect for the white haired boy; his actions proved true to that of Drakkan behaviour and for that, Höd had to applaud him. Regardless, the kid had stolen his thunder, and he wanted it back.

The Berserker’s purple eyes scanned the room, just as a lion did while hiding in the brush and deciding their target. He stopped on a rather unfortunate looking… [i]thing[/i]. He was puny and decorated with some kind of blue gemstones. Was he even a Drakkan? The scowl that coloured Höd’s face twisted into a cynical smile as a blood lust began to seduce him. He would demand the room’s attention, and he knew just exactly how to get it. Kill someone.

Höd turned to Morganna,ignoring the petrified Brides asking for her help; it was not his business. He placed a heavy hand on his chest and bowed his head slightly toward her. [color=6F6B84]”Pardon me, miss. I hate to cut our conversation short, but there is something I need to take care of. Maybe we can continue this later, if I am so lucky. And I do apologize, for what comes next… but I’m sure you’ll understand."[/color]

Höd’s heavy steps started toward the puny Drakkan he singled out as he swiftly made his way through the crowd toward him, his large shoulders pushing into people as he passed them. It wasn’t long before he reached his target. The pretty looking Drakkan turned to face him and his mouth opened to spit a cocky response [b]”What do you want?”[/b] A grave mistake.

Höd’s hands shot out, wrapping themselves around Zevi’s head and almost completely encapsulating it. The ferocity in Höd’s eyes intensified as he lifted the Drakkan from the ground, leaving his feet to dangle above the stone floor with no hope of ever returning. Höd’s vicious grin resurfaced from earlier when he was tempted to punish the defiant Brides, although this grin had another layer of malice to it. He was going to quench his thirst for blood; a satisfaction he had been waiting for all night. Höd’s grip on the Drakkan’s skull began to compress, his fingers constricting against the flesh and bone. Zevi squirmed as much as he could in Höd’s grasp, his feet wildly kicking, desperate to find their footing. As Zevi thrashed, Höd’s grip tightened. 

[color=6F6B84]”Look at you, weak. Unable to do a thing. Useless. Pathetic. You meant nothing… and now, you will die."[/color]

Bone began to concave. Skin began to tear. Cracking began to sound. Within seconds, Höd’s hands were painted red and a limp body fell to the floor, head caved in and face unrecognizable. Höd’s arms dropped to his side, blood rolling off his hands and dripping onto the floor. His eyes filled with pleasure as he watched a pool of scarlet red begin to take shape underneath the Drakkan’s broken head. He lavished in the moment, ignoring the sounds of muffled screams and astonished gasps around him. A heavy breath filled Höd’s chest, escaping his lips in a sigh of relief, temporarily relinquishing his need to kill. Satisfied with a job well done, his eyes darted toward the little Gem bride who belonged to the now mangled body on the floor.

[color=6F6B84]”Don’t be scared, kitten.”[/color] He said, his voice low for only her to hear. 
Höd quickly turned toward her, his blood soaked hand latching onto her wrist and pulling her closer to him without any regard to if he was hurting her or not. [color=6F6B84]”I don’t even want you. I have no use for you… unless” [/color]

His eyes dragged across her body from head to toe, toe to head. His imagination beginning to run wild with just [i]what[/i] he could do to her and [i]how[/i]. Höd’s body ached for hers, or rather, it ached for the pleasure that it could bring. He always lusted for another after taking a life. Höd’s free hand ran the course of her side, trailing up and overtop her breast and further reaching to her neck; a streak of blood shadowing where his hand once was. His fingers twisted into the back of her hair at the nape of her neck, his hand quickly clenching a fistful of it as he pulled her head backward to look up at him. He looked down at her, studying her as his mouth began to water. Any other day he would’ve taken her, but his need for lust would have to wait.

[color=6F6B84]”You’re lucky that I have other business to attend to. A shame really, I would have thoroughly enjoyed [i]enjoying[/i] you.”[/color]

Höd released Aryll’s wrist, his hand still firmly clenching a fistful of her hair. He yanked the girl by her hair, throwing her to the ground away from him and toward the group of Drakkan who had backed away. [color=6F6B84]”She’s all yours, boys.."[/color]

Höd’s attention moved toward the Royal members of the room. A villainous smile appeared on his face as he took a few steps toward them, stepping over the still body on the floor. He stood on the other side of the body, moved his arm across his body and hinged at the hips in a small bow. [color=6F6B84]”My apologies for my rude behaviour.”[/color]

Höd returned to an upright position, relaxed as he stood there and clear that he was not in the least bit worried about the guards who were readying to strike at a moment's notice. [color=6F6B84]”I should introduce myself before I go slaughtering your guests, but you see…  When a Drakkan such as he exists, I simply cannot help myself. I suppose thanks are in order, you know, for me helping you with your little problem here.”[/color] Höd notioned to the body on the floor by kicking it lightly. 

[color=6F6B84]”I could help you with the other problem in this room if you would like”[/color]He continued, now motioning at the disturbance at the door. [color=6F6B84]”But it seems like he is being taken care of already.”[/color] 

Höd shrugged lightly, almost with a faint hint of disappointment that he wouldn’t be able to collect more lives. [color=6F6B84]”Well then, let's get on with it, shall we?” My name is Höd, Höd Ultair. I am sure the name means [i]something[/i] to most of you.  I didn’t mean to cause so much trouble here, but the pretty boy by the door stole the show and I had no choice but to outshine him. Friendly competition, you know.”[/color]

[color=6F6B84]”I came here today to say hello and to tell you that the Ultair name has returned. And now that I have, I must be leaving. But don’t you worry, I’ll be around.”[/color]

Höd turned and took his leave. As he crossed the room in his confident stride, his eyes fell on the beauty he was speaking to before. She had surprised him, pleasantly so. He playfully grinned at her before exiting the ceremony hall, thinking about how interesting it would be to run into her again. 

[Hider=Summary]Höd flirts some more.
Höd is sour about Rynek stealing the show. Kills Zevi to make up for it. Creeps on Aryll and tosses her like a sack of meat to the dogs.
Says hello to the royal family and peaces out of there.[/hider]