[center][h2][color=5ec4b3]Kagan Galegar[/color][/h2][sub]Husband of Aubree Lamay[@Ellion] and Adorabella Orchard[@eclecticwitch]
Interacting with [b]Aubree[/b] and [b]Adorabella[/b][/sub][/center]
The walk had gone...mostly without incident, for which Kagan was thankful. Adora was, more or less, obedient requiring him corral her back into his grasp only once or twice when she strayed too far for his comfort. She was...weirdly excitable, given that she was about to be horribly burned. For a moment, Kagan wondered if this was either her not being fully aware of the situation, but wrote it off quickly. He knew little of the gem, but she hardly seemed vapid enough to not realize what would be (If Bree was any indication) taken as a serious threat to her health. 

Bree was more a problem, a series of fidgets and pulls that required he constantly grab or pull her back to his side. By the half way mark, he settled for more dragging the redhead than leading her, a fact which made Adora's dutiful trot at his side all the more appreciated. Her hesitation he did not mind, it was expected. The attention it drew, however, was something of an annoyance. Weakness rolled off the girl, and some of the lesser Drakken starved for a good lay could practically smell it. Most behaved themselves, only daring to sneak glances at the two gems in the care of the young Drakken, carefully weighing their chances before abandoning the idea of taking them all together. A few well placed glares and glances at the mace strapped to his side warded off the more brazen few that decided it might be worth the risk, sending them slinking back to their bars or stalls. Still, Kagan doubted that would be the full end of it. He'd probably have to kill someone before the day was over. And in his good tunic to. 

Still, they HAD made it unmolested. That was a win. A small win, but a win none the less. The Brander's home was small and worn from age...and several dozen fires that had resulted from her craft. But when a Drakken decided they enjoyed living somewhere, there was little that could dissuade them from staying. Blackened scorch marks peppered the exterior and a smell oozed from every direction. Savory and foul, like someone had decided to skin a long dead boar and cook the back fat for far too long. 

He was about to enter when Bree stopped dead, pulling herself from his grip on the girl as she stammered his name weakly. The gem looked on the verge of tears, a fact which saved her from the growing rage blossoming in Kagan's chest. Slapping her would be pointless, she was too emotional at the moment for any lesson physical reprisal might impart. If anything, she'd get worse if he did. Instead, he reached slowly, wrapping a hand around her arm tightly before pulling her close.

[color=5ec4b3]"This is not a debate."[/color] he growls, eyes narrowing into a glare. [color=5ec4b3]"If it were not for the fact I killed a man yesterday and am dressed to the nines in religious regalia, I would have had to kill atleast four other Drakken just dragging you here. Since you seem not to be in a mood to understand, I will explain it again."[/color] He leans in, voice dropping to an agitated whisper. 

[color=5ec4b3]"You are MY Bride. But to the rest of Drakka, you are a quick and easy fuck. Had I not been so attentive, you'd likely be missing a few teeth while someone new enjoyed you before coming here. And that is IF I had found you."[/color] He loosens his grip on the gem, turning back to the door. [color=5ec4b3]"Do not mistake my insistence on this as a matter of enjoying tormenting you. This is precaution, for your safety and my convenience. Nothing more, nothing less. You will not act like this again or you wil-”[/color]
His voice stops dead as the door swings open, another drakken standing in its frame as it glares down at the trio.  He and Kagan stare each other down for a moment, a wordless tense exchange. The man grunts, stepping out of the three's way, Kagan dragging the two girls inside before the polite offer was rescinded. Inside, the smell of burnt skin was eightfold what it had been outside and it was no small secret as to why. The man at the door was a customer, and the small blue haired gem in his grasp was his. As clearly evident by the name scrawled on her forehead, surrounding flesh still somewhat black from the experience. 

Her eyes were rolled into the back of her skull and her limbs hung limp at her sides. If there was not the faintest rise and fall to her chest, Kagan would have assumed she was dead. The polite Drakken nods, then wordlessly steps out back into the street, dragging his bride with him and closing the door. [color=5ec4b3]”...end up with someone like him....”[/color] Kagan finally manages to sigh, the fury in him dying at the sight.  

[b]"Fawking Brutez what ‘e iz."[/b] A voice pipes from the back, an elderly Drakken woman stepping from behind a curtain of beads. [b]"Daft cunt thunk his whore tough nuff to take the old face job."[/b] She says, barking with laughter which shook the many white dreadlocks that adorned her head, tipped with gleaming glass beads.

 Javem the brander was once a giant of a woman, standing nearly to Kagan's height and twice as wide. These days though, she was a hunched pudgy creature, barely able to look up towards her younger patrons. Kagan releases the two gems, reaching down and hugging the elder Drakken woman. [b]"Good ta see ye brat. Gratz on ‘at old twat teach'r yers wha' finally kick'd tha' mortal coil off."[/b] She says, Kagan managing to laugh weakly and ignore the gracious amount of spittle that was probably raining down his back. Javem liked to joke that she, quote, “had more ‘ears than teef left." Most would agree with her. 

[color=5ec4b3]"It is good to see you Javem. You look well."[/color] Kagan says, pulling out of the hug. [b]"The fawk I do. Look loik Sorrak's scrot on a cold day."[/b] She chuffs, punching the Kinner's side with a strength that did not match her frame. Javem looks over the two gems, eying them as one might a canvas. [b]"...themz yerz I take it?"[/b] She asks once finished with her inspection. 

[color=5ec4b3]"Ah uh....yes Ma'am."[/color] Kagan says, coughing slightly as his manners returned to him. [color=5ec4b3]"Girls. Introduce yourself to Javem."[/color] He orders. 
[hider=Summary] 
Kagan escorts the gems to his brander. Gets annoyed at Bree's fear, reminds her that she's basically cattle people have sex with. Explains in no uncertain terms how bad her situation is and that getting branded is probably considerably worse than not. Immidately feels like a jackass when another customer has had his name branded on his GEMS FACE. Ya know. Like a jerk. They meet the brander in question, Javem. Javem is pretty cool old drakken woman. She makes my screen run read with typos. Introduce yourself girls!
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