[center] [h2] [color=008B8B] Ineraz Evrenarth [/color] [/h2] [sub] [b]Husband of:[/b] Sera [@Pupperr] and Zeldria [@Saltwater Thief]
[b]Interacting with:[/b] Sera [/sub] [/center]
Ineraz took the time to give Sera a considering look, as if he hadn’t already made his mind up. The small Gem had switched surprisingly quickly from guilt to anger at the guard to the neutral expression she was currently assuming. [color=008B8B]“No,”[/color] he said clearly and decisively, responding to her last question. He then gave her a very small smile, the uplifted corners markedly softening the innate icy coldness his eyes always seemed to project. [color=008B8B]“You have shown that you are capable of protecting yourself. And [i]that[/i] is something you should always use to your advantage,”[/color] he smirked at her briefly, offering her what could be construed as a proud expression.
 
Then, when he caught sight of the red hand print still in sharp relief against her pale skin once again, he scowled and continued in a low growl. [color=008B8B]“After all, I can’t always be around to keep the [i]grubby[/i] hands of [i]inept fools[/i] and [i]greedy imbeciles[/i] off you,”[/color] Ineraz didn’t even deign to turn around, but it was obvious those insults were also intended for the guard, with whom Ineraz was quite displeased at the moment. Seeing the evidence that [i]someone else[/i] had touched what was rightfully his stung.

Ineraz took a moment to calm himself down, then smiled an alarmingly malicious smile. [color=008B8B]“In fact,”[/color] he began on the end of a breathy sigh, then leaned down to be closer to Sera and whispered in her ear. [color=008B8B]“[i]He[/i] is the one who should be punished. Don’t you agree? Wouldn’t you like to watch him [i]suffer?[/i] He had no cause and [i]no right[/i] to punish you, isn’t that so?”[/color] he emphasized some of the words with a hissing lilt which may have been softer than his previous growling insults but certainly didn’t lessen the peril the poor oblivious Drakkan guard was in.

Ineraz continued, really getting into it now that he imagined the kind of [i]fun[/i] he might have if he got his bride to cooperate. [color=008B8B]“Well, what say you? Would you like to look on as he gets flayed? Perhaps you might even enjoy helping me by [i]tenderizing[/i] his skin some more with your fire, [i]hmm?[/i]”[/color] Ineraz’s tone as he softly murmured all these suggestions to Sera was a strange mix of malevolent threat, ominous danger, and a dark seductive undercurrent, the latter of which was there purely for Sera’s sake.
 
After that speech, Ineraz straightened up back to his full height, and flashed Sera a quick vindictive grin. He licked his lips as his gaze happened to land upon her sweet little mouth. Strangely enough, Ineraz had worked up a deep and thrilling lust in his gut alongside the still simmering rage he felt thrum with every heart-beat. He would very much like to kiss Sera right now, but he knew himself well enough to realize that he might attempt to put his own [i]mark[/i] on her, a silly thing which he would regret later. As much as he might appreciate the way she would look with [i]his[/i] bite-mark, showcasing the indentation of [i]his[/i] teeth, and how she would bleed for [i]his[/i] sake…he [i]probably[/i] wouldn’t feel the same later, when he returned to his usual clear-headed state. Ineraz looked at Sera expectantly and perhaps with apparent desire, while Zeldria and the idiotic guard by the name of Thinil were barely in his periphery, ignored for now.

[hider=Summary] Ineraz finally reveals he's actually in Sera's corner for this one. He's both pissed off and possessive, which leads to some strange seduction attempt. Zeldria and the NPC guard (whom I've finally named, hurray) are still on the sidelines.[/hider]