[center][h2][color=5ec4b3]Kagan Galegar[/color][/h2][sub]Husband of Aubree Lamay[@Ellion] and Adorabella Orchard[@eclecticwitch]
Interacting with [b]Ehkota[/b][@Ellion] and [b]Gaelnesh[/b][@WeepingLiberty][/sub][/center]

[color=5ec4b3]”...very well..”[/color] Kagan huffed, standing to follow the prince after being forced to sit through a rather long winded five point presentation of [color=f4a460]”Fuck challenging my brother and the horse that very notion rode in on for this but do what I want anyway.”[/color]. Honestly, if it weren’t for the heavily pregnant gem shadowing the drakken, Kagan would have sworn that he only had romantic passions for his own verbal excretions. Still, that was as firm a ‘no’ as he’d been able to wrench from the princling and if humoring him a little longer meant he could take that no and walk the royal right  to the hallowed gates of [color=5ec4b3]”That sound like a [b]YOU[/b] problem”[/color] then he’d happily do so. 

Though...even he had to admit the princes congratulations on Aubree came as somewhat of a suprise. Well, two surprises, but right now Kagan could only deal with one at a time. [color=5ec4b3]”...Did not take you for the type to wax poetic about children. Still, it is appreciated. Hopefully the same luck will bless your forth coming child.”[/color] He adds quietly, his stony expression not betraying the mental mathematics he was currently flipping through. Should not have bought those dogs...

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The inner sanctum of the palace reeked of incense, the clouds ashen and so thick he could feel the smell clinging to his skin like a begger. That should have been Kagan’s firs real warning. It was the sort of mistake novice members of Krenta’s church made. Attempting to over power the stench of befouling flesh with anything possible. It never worked, the body was too keenly aware of the smell.Eventually most just gave up and accepted the smell of death which hung in the air, until it faded into the background of their mind. Suddenly he was glad that his gems were left behind. The redhead would have doubtlessly had some complaint. The small one probably would have just played with the smoke...which would have been an amusing distraction all things considered. 

What he saw...Gods what he saw. Kagan had heard of the things GEMS did with their elderly. Homes designed specifically for their care. Herbs and medicenes ground tirelessly for the failing or half dead, all for a single day more of wasteful existance of lying in a bed stewing in ones own agony. But this? It was every obscene heresy the most creative Gem could conjure dialed up to the breaking point. He...(IT, he reminded himself.) IT was alive in the most mechanical sense possible. 

Kagan was not prone to fits of religious delusion. He was orthodox, reserved, calm as the bodies he deal with. The notion of seeing spirits or even the gods was to be laughed away. But behind the lightless eyes of the corpse king in front of him, Kagan could [b]HEAR[/b] Krenta scream.  It was not a mournful scream either. It was a wrathful wail with the intensity to sunder a million worlds in but a second, and a fury that would kowtow Drun into a mewling pile of terrified flesh. All at the sheer mockery that was King Toran. 

As Ehkota spoke (his words reaching nothing), Kagan wanted to scream. To rip the mace from his hip and transform the man into a wonderful smear on the carpet for even knowing about this. To burn this whole tainted city to its root and continue to the next. And the next.
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[/hider] Until a thousand millennia from now his bones finally gave way to time and the only thing keeping the rampage from stopping was the sheer momentum of wrath behind it and naught but ash and bone to tear further asunder. 

But his body would not move. Instead, he stood there. Stance calm and expressionless as the gods raged and coward in his mind. Only now becoming dimly aware of the equally dumbfounded expression on the talkative prince, his gaze laser focused on the bed.  Kagan lazily turned his gaze to match his compaions, greeted with the sight of another (this unfortunately alive) drakken. 

“[color=0072bc]I am the High Prince Gaelnesh, first born to the first king Toran and contender to the throne. With an official witness from the kinner’s Order, I hereby exercise my right as eldest son to challenge the king for his position as Drakka’s ruler. For the glory of Drakka.[/color]”

As the knife dropped (he refused to call this a stabbing) into the heart of the former king, things began to click away in Kagan’s mind. Ehkota’s inelegant attempt to get him to perform an illegitimate kinning. The thing affronting all of existence. The sheer gall of calling this a challenge. All a part of some bulked up little noble child whose mother should have had the good sense to squeeze him back out the moment his father released into her’s little game of sibling dominance. 

All at the expense of [b][u][i]his[/i][/u][/b] domain.

And as Gaelnesh issued his victory speech to him and the now singular prince of Drakka, he felt something give...and began to smile. A smile of pure joy, as though he were a child again. He’d only felt this way once before. When Warlord Harin had him agaisnt the wall and death was a near certainty. And now, this beacon of glowing joy was directed solely on Gaelnesh. [color=5ec4b3]”I, Kagan Galegar...”[/color] He says, voice silk smooth and sweeter than honey, [color=5ec4b3]”As an official member of the High Church of Krenta decree that the formal challenge to former King Toran by Gaelnesh Toranson is complete with no challengers. Long live the King.”[/color] He finishes with a small bow before turning to Ehkota.

[color=5ec4b3]”Darling I think we should attend to your bride. Best not waste your brothers time for now.”[/color] He says, gently placing a hand on the hornless Drakkens shoulder which, despite the light tenderness of the touch, held the weight of a Nymurmuris’ break tearing into the poor princes shoulder.  [color=5ec4b3]”By your leave your highness.”[/color] Kagan adds with a chipper bob of the head to the elder prince turned king before heading back the way he came, using the sum total of his will power to force himself not to skip gaily. Suddenly he was somewhat glad for the over abundance of incense whirling about the room.  It made sure the biting wrathful heat rolling off him in waves limited to Ehkota’s senses alone. 

He rather looked forward to coming back to the palace in the future. 

[hider TLDR]
Kagan is getting tired of the run around by the nobles, but decides to humor Ehkota. When he discovers what the king has become, he goes from annoyed to saddened, to horrified, to furious, then Drun Dwarfing Earth shattering unreasonably fuck-ass mad. Once Gaelnesh stabs the corpse dad, something snaps and Kagans Sadism kicks in. He is currently a walking beacon of absolute glee. 
Gaelnesh has made his first enemy as king! Yayyy.
We'll see you and your kin strung up by the entrails like gore filled pinata's for your heresy while we drag what few fools dumb enough to align themselves with you dragged through fields of white hot nails. And as you scream to the gods for mercy we will giggle 'no silly <3'

But for now, lets go deal with the gems. 
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