[center][h2][color=crimson]Heccarim[/color][/h2][sub] Husband of Arden [@Pupperr] and Sorrin [@WeepingLiberty][/sub] [/center]

The defiance the Gem named Arden showed was while unexpected, very familiar. Many, many people boasted such an attitude when they were dragged to Harand Kor in chains. Some of them still did say such words, as a mantra of insanity after having endured countless sleepless, tortured-filled nights in chains. From the whispers of the inmates, it was foolish to defy the Warden and suicide to challenge him. However, as much as Heccarim refused to acknowledge it, Arden had a point. The Gems were such frail creatures that just harming them too much would probably cause them to go into shock and die. Hell, preforming his normal "orientation" that so many inmates suffered would likely cause them to just fall over. The Drakkan would have to be careful about this as a dead bride doesn't produce a living baby no matter how hard one may try and should they have a miscarriage, it would be equally as bad for the heir.

[color=crimson]"Your defiance is…"[/color] the maw of the mask opened as a light smoke filled the carriage, [color=crimson]"Familiar. I have heard many people say such words before. Some still do. As a madness mantra; the only phrase their broken minds can remember."[/color]

The two Hoblars sneered and jeered, delightfully bringing up the names of those who had suffered such fates. Thralmark the Blooded, Prince Jamalar the Slayer, Kudanka the Monster of Kyzgrande, they hopped about on their dirty feet singing the names, the deeds and the fates of such individuals, taking great delight whenever a verse about spiked chains and flayed skin came up in the song. Heccarim took a deep breath and allowed them their shrill song until he threw Streek into the lap of Gems. The Hoblar instantly dirties and soiled the dresses the brides where wearing and looked up at them with his bright, beady eyes. His sinister gaze amplified a smile full of jagged yellow teeth and his stubby arms made motions to grope some of the Gem's softer parts until Heccarim picked him up once more and threw him against Kreek, reminding both of them of their place.

[color=crimson]"Tis true that I need one of you to survive to grant me an heir…"[/color] Heccarim sighed before suddenly straightening his posture and yanking on Sorrin's chain, dragging her into his lap. [color=crimson]"But I only need one and you look sturdier than this little one any ways."[/color] Heccarim's hand danced along Sorrin's torso, his finger almost marking where he would cut her up, "[color=crimson]If both of you were to fail in your duties, then I'm sure I could get another Gem for my service to the Crown… perhaps I'll take one of your siblings or friends from whatever pitiful village you call home and show them your heads. I might even be so generous as to grant them thick cloaks, made of your skin."[/color]

An evil chuckle filled the tiny carriage as he held on to the little gem in his lap tighter, [color=crimson]"So yes, I can burn you, starve you, isolate you, it doesn't matter; you've made yourself clear. As such I propose a little condition; I will not punish you for your crimes, instead I will simply inflict the punishment of your crime on to the other."[/color] Heccarim pulled Sorrin's arm and separated a finger, from her tiny palm and pointed it at the Hoblars who cautiously grazed it with the tips of their own putrid fingers and salivated at the thought of getting to eat some Gem meat,  [color=crimson]"I know, it may not be easy for you, but fear not, you've made your intentions clear to both me and her."[/color]

With a nod of the Warden's head and a bump on the road, Skreet hoped over onto Arden's lap, once again eyeing her up like a wild animal before returning to staring intently at Sorrin on his master's lap. The air was getting colder now and the roads, rougher. [color=crimson]"It would see that this little one knows how to properly behave, so you Arden, won't need to worry about any much punishment. Perhaps you'll even live out in comfort, knowing that you've caused such terrible, terrible harm to such a poor, innocent thing."[/color] The back of Heccarim's nail dragged along the smooth skin of Sorrin's neck as the Graven Warden tilted his head to the cute, little Sorrin.

[color=crimson]"You, little Sorrin, have behaved well so far so I'll tell you. I am no mere actor, no showboating fool; the title of Grave Warden of Harand Kor is one of terror and fear. What do you think keeps some of the nobles in line? Duty? Honor? Oaths? I will tell you that fear is the best lever and Harand Kor is a constant reminder of what happens when a noble steps out of line. I care little for the court intrigue and politics, except when I am told of a new criminal that must be apprehended. There are no petty thieves or beggars in Harand Kor, its mountain vaults are home to only Drakkan warriors and nobles who have disgraced themselves and had to be dragged in by their necks. Of course many try to escape, everyone does it at least once but none of them ever see the light regardless after being dragged back into the shadows by me or my subordinates. And atop all of that is the Grave Warden, the keeper of the prison, the master of the mountains. For generations that honor has fell to my father, and his father before him and so on. I have a name yes, but it is not a name you need know yet."[/color]

It had been a longtime since Heccarim had to recount the glory of Harand Kor to anyone but it was so satisfying none the less. He had smiled through all of it, letting a primal growl rise from the back of his throat as he spoke. And once he was finished, he wrapped his hands around Sorrin's throat, tight enough to hurt and leave a mark but not enough to strangle her, [color=crimson]"So, Arden, will we proceed with your punishment now?"[/color]


[hider=My Hider]
>be Heccarim
>on spooky discount Disneyland ride with brides
>one of them tries to gain an upperhand
>NotOnMyWatch.jpg
>TimeToAssertDominanceUsingWhaleNoises.exe
>let the Hoblars do a shitty dance and song routine to set the mood
>grab the tinier gem and put her on my lap like evil Santa
>tell them that instead of punishing them for their actions, the other person will suffer for them
>ILoveMyJob.png
>let the Hoblars get a lick of Gem meat thanks to Sorrin
>I'm such a good boss
>tell the glorious story of Harand Kor after mocking Arden
>[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I5fenjzeh7g]HarandKorOfficialAnthem.mp4[/url]
>there's a reason why I'm a warden and not a muscian
>now almost-choke Sorrin and turn back to Arden
>might actually just keep Sorrin as a teddy bear (teddy gem?) or something, so smol
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