[center][h2]Keregar[/h2]Warlord of Kereg-Kor, Husband of Xaelia[sub][@Ellion][/sub] and Nadia[sub][@Vesuvius00][/sub]
[b]Interacting with:[/b] Xaelia[sub][@Ellion][/sub] and Nadia[sub][@Vesuvius00][/sub][/center][hr]The lustful fire in Kieran’s eyes did not subside. In fact, it flared up a little as he licked his lips. “A clever one, are you not?” He said rather teasingly as he pulled the knife. It had cut the fabric to the lowest point of her stomach. Almost too low. Almost. He let the knife play in between his fingers as he kept his eyes on Xaelia. He turned his face towards Varzar, who sat with his back towards his older brother. Kieran heard what his brother said about him and faked a hurt look. Then he looked at Nadia “You think she’s as clever? No, I don’t think so. Look how my little brother holds her hands. The clever ones don’t do that. I bet you wouldn’t do that.” He whispered. His gaze went back to Xaelia. He let his eyes follow the cut he made in the dress and once again licked his lips. He was getting hungry. Once again he put a hand on her lower back. Though he didn’t keep it there. The hand went lower and lower until he had the right curve. He never pulled her close though. Instead, he then let a finger trailer through the cut he made in the fabric. “Hush now. Not a word and not move wrong.” he said, his eyes locking onto hers. “Do you like exploring? I heard you talk about your homeland so I bet you do. You must’ve seen many places the bright sun touches. Though I am much more interested in what the sun [i]doesn’t[/i] touch.”

Nadia asked her questions right when Kieran pulled back the little knife. “My… brothers live there too. You’ve already seen the twins. Then there is Kieran. He came with us so he should be around. But you have to look out for him. Then there is Bregrek. He never leaves his furnace so he didn’t come along. Then there is Karog and Drugal. My oldest and second oldest brother. Though they don’t live in Kereg-Kor anymore.” He explained to Nadia, never realizing or hearing what was happening behind him. “Kereg-Kor is… different.” He tried to explain. The little child knew fully well Kereg-Kor paled in beauty compared to Gemmenia. Or at least from the description of it. The trees were ugly and gnarled. The grass and moss a deep shade of green from all the blood that had been spilled on it. Not anymore though. According to his brothers the walls were once chiseled straight and true. Centuries of rain, snow and wind have weathered the black rock walls. “Then there are the other Gems. They’ve made their room pretty. Like you described home. Auntie Kyr makes sure everyone feels happy there.” He then quickly added. The room for the Gems was a diamond covered by black stone. A room made in the likeness of Gemminia itself. “There are woods… But I wouldn’t go there. Not without anyone with you. There are beasts there.” And also animals, he added in his mind. “You could live there with us. I’m sure of it!” He said with slightly faked enthusiasm. He didn’t want her to cry again. But the truth was that it was still a place deep in Drakka. A place Gems did not survive long. He had three mothers already, loved two of them but also killed one. “Yeah… you could live there.”

A loud explosion, one harder than thunder broke the concentration of both brothers in the room. They looked up from where the bang came with knowing eyes. The same thought rushed through both of their minds. The twins actually tried it. But Varzar then realized another thing. Kieran’s finger was not in a nice place. Furious like only the blood Keregar could be, he shot up and pulled him away from Xaelia. “Don’t you touch her!” he yelled.

Kieran never expected to be pulled backwards. The bigger, older Drakkan fell over backwards into the floor. Though he spared no time getting back up. Varzar put himself between Xaelia and his brother. Looking up but straight into Kieran’s eyes with a defiant stare. Tensions were rising as Kieran kept toying the knife in between his fingers behind his back. No words were said, until the door from the outside was slammed open. A flash of lightning illuminated the figure. Keregar, but something was off. As he walked in the fire light inside, his armor cracked a little more. More pieces dropped until finally his breastplate could not hold it together anymore. It broke free and fell down all around him. For a moment he looked behind him. At the back of his armor that feel. The damage was substantial. With the armor, he would have been terribly hurt. But by looking behind him, he showed his own back to the room. It was filled with ragged flesh, pale scars of lashes covered almost every inch of it. Several scars ran far, far deeper than any whip could ever inflict. He turned back to the room and looked at both the brothers. It was clear they were facing off. A small smile formed on his lips. Maybe the runt of the litter was finally showing his teeth. “I have business to attend to. Do not make me be interrupted.” He stated with a voice of stone, before he vanished into some other room. Then the twins dragged themselves inside. Covered by mud mixed with blood from the several wounds on their arms and back. Herstvich was stumbling, kept up by his brother. Though the moment he came in, he saw Kieran toying with his knife. Hitvich, almost instinctively knew why his brother suddenly got so angry again. He let him down carefully and then stomped over to Kieran, snatched the knife from his hand and pushed the tip below his chin. Forcing the Drakkan to look upwards if he didn’t want to be stabbed. “You touch this again, and I’ll flay your arm.” He said it with such cold malice. As if he would truly do it. Hitvich returned to his twin and both walked out of the room.

Kieran let out a deep sigh when both Keregar and the twins were out of sight. Though he still had Varzar, standing defiantly between him and his little game. “I hope you’re not a deep sleeper. I’d hate it if you’d miss my little visit tonight.” He said rather teasingly before he too vanished. Varzar kept his eyes on him right until he vanished through some door. Then he turned to Xaelia as he asked: “Are you alright?” When he saw her dress was cut, he turned his eyes away and grew a little red. “Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to…”

“Varzar.” Even without rage fueling it, Keregar’s voice was a force in of itself. He looked up immediately. “The Gems are tired. Lead them to their chambers.” The Warlord stated. It was his gift to the brides. One more night of peace.