[center] [h2] [color=008B8B] Ineraz Evrenarth [/color] [/h2] [sub] [b]Husband of:[/b] Sera [@Pupperr] and Zeldria [@Saltwater Thief]
[b]Interacting with:[/b] His brides and Keregar [@Legion02][/sub] [/center]
[color=008B8B]“A good omen indeed,”[/color] Ineraz affirmed. [color=008B8B]“I will go with you,”[/color] Ineraz smiled almost sultrily at the Warlord. Not the strangest of herbal mixtures, the most potent of alcohols, the wildest of parties nor the most hallucinogenic of mixtures could possibly compare to the high of a battle, of having won. Recognition however, was perhaps even a sweeter drug. [color=008B8B]“Oh, [i]you[/i] honour me, Warlord,”[/color] Ineraz chuckled lightly, despite how even his [i]breathing[/i] was starting to strain his back now.

[color=008B8B]“I will move myself, the brides, and some of my other possessions to your lodgings in Železna Kri in the following days, and when we are ready, we can travel to Kereg-Kor together. And then,”[/color] he sighed wistfully, [color=008B8B]“We shall [i]hunt[/i],”[/color] Ineraz smiled wickedly, in anticipation. After a blink or two, long enough to dispel the fantasy of near future fun, Ineraz nodded respectfully at Keregar, merely glancing at the rest of his brood and his other companions, then turned as smoothly as he was able on his heel and walked with a steady precision towards his wagon. He guided or gestured to his brides to follow him, unwilling to show any weakness to Keregar as he walked, though he was [i]really[/i] beginning to want a rest given how his damnable back kept screaming at him every second he continued standing.

Despite being exhausted from the injury (more so than from the fight), Ineraz got the wagon ready and his whole group moving in a mere few minutes. He ushered Sera and Zeldria into the wagon, while he split the four hounds into two pairs, a pair with him in the front, and the other with Senn in the back. Ineraz led them to the manor, helped his brides get their goods to their shared bedroom, and dismissed Senn back to his previous duties for the time being. Instead of a Drakkan guard, Ineraz simply had Nor, the large black hound, and Mag, the female grey hound, brought into the manor and took the pair of hounds into his and his Gem’s shared bedchamber, leaving the canines there to guard his girls.

[color=008B8B]“Eat if you’re hungry. Between the two of you, you can find the kitchens or the great hall easily enough, I’m sure. The hounds are here as a precaution and for your protection. If some imbecile still decides to bother you, I believe in your capabilities to defend yourself. Unfortunately, I shall not be available until this evening or tomorrow morning. When I…return, I will find you to see how you have been doing. As before, you [i]are[/i] free to wander the estate. Don’t give my dear hounds too much trouble, though, will you?”[/color] he tried going for a light tone, especially with his finishing statement, but his voice was now obviously rougher with the pain he suffered, so his whole delivery was closer to a stiff-sounding order than anything else.

Having no desire to give away much more to the Gems, Ineraz walked proudly but slower than ever before towards his study. Once inside, he locked the door twice. He finally stripped his leather vest, the bloodied shirt underneath, and practically tore away the bandages, uncaring if he damaged himself further. He ignored the pieces of skin that peeled away together with the bandages and the blood that continued seeping from his injured back. Though his father had burned [i]some[/i] of his injuries, not all of them were [i]protected[/i] from being opened. Ineraz couldn’t quite decide if the cauterization of some or the re-opening of others caused the worse pain. He dropped his vest, shirt, and the bandages to the floor in one bloody heap, then collapsed onto the ratty chaise lounge inside of his office, finally able to relax now that he was away from any prying eyes. He didn’t so much fall asleep as he did slip into unconsciousness.

[Hider=Summary] Accepts Keregar's invitation. Goes back to his daddy's manor. Gives his brides some guidelines what to do while he's "away" and leaves them just with a pair of doggos as guards. Gets to the privacy of his study and collapses on the sofa. Also, his back is hella painful - because we need some more Drakkan suffering in this world.[/hider]