[center][h2]Keregar[/h2]Warlord of Kereg-Kor, Husband of Xaelia[sub][@Ellion][/sub] and Nadia[sub][@Vesuvius00][/sub]
[b]Interacting with:[/b]  His brides[hr][/center]
Varzar hated himself as he watched the hand that slapped Nadia as if it wasn’t even his own. But it was. It was his action and now he did it, he felt disgusted. Not by the act alone. Which had appalled him even before he hit Nadia’s skin. No, it was the temporary rush. The horrible power he felt. It was the realization of power. How he could just slap someone with barely a consequence and how [i]good[/i] it felt.

The guilt that came afterward hit him hard. Like a hand gripped his heart and tried to crush it. He walked backward, trying to get some distance form Nadia as Xaelia came rushing to her side. Though not fast enough as Xaelia’s berries stained his tunic. Not that he cared. Not right now he just wanted to hug Nadia and tell her he’s sorry. But he couldn’t. Not with the promise his father made. 

Xaelia’s following rant fell on mostly hollow ears. Varzar was utterly zoned out, redrawn into his own thoughts. Everything sounded and even looked so unimportant. Everything except for Nadia’s red-hot cheek. But Xaelia’s rant continued and words finally broke through. ‘leave’. Should he leave? He wanted to. Right now he just wanted to vanish in thin air. But Nadia’s intervention just made it worse. His mother… she was crying. She was frantically trying to understand what he did. But how could she!? She was a Gem and he a Drakkan. This would be how it would always go. Then the egg hit him. Somehow pulling him out of his dazed state. The next egg he caught in his hands. For a moment fury overtook him.

“Would you stop it!” He yelled at Xaelia. A blazing fire ignited in his eyes as he crushed the egg in his hand. But as soon as it appeared, it vanished again. “I-I… did what I had to.” His words were comforting himself a whole lot more probably. “I’m sorry… You just wore the wrong clothes and… and you have to learn.” He seemed to tell himself that more than Nadia. Heart-wrenching guilt overtook him. What could he do now? Even if he came closer they’d never trust him. But at least he upheld his end of the deal. Never the less he couldn’t stand the sight of them anymore. It made him remember what he just did. It made him sick. So he did what his dad always did. “You eat. I-I have something to do.” He said before vanishing into some small side door. Down a dark hall he went, then a damp staircase into the cellar. It was filled with cobwebs older than he was and spiders as big as his hand. Maybe he was too young. But he didn’t care. The heart retching feeling didn’t go away. So he grabbed some dusty bottle, its label literally faded away, and cracked it open.

Upstairs, in the kitchen, the Gems were given just a few moments of respite when the door to the kitchen opened. In came Kieran. “What… do we have here.” He said a little too excited. He licked his lips at the sight of Nadia as if he was smelling the most delicious piece of meat in the entire world. “All alone? Did little brother run off? No… don’t tell me. Let’s not ruin the fun…” He then saw Xaelia. Who looked red with anger. “Oh my… maybe he scorned you. Were you jealous when he preferred the gentle Gem?” he teased her. Moving towards her. “No worries. I can make you feel better.”