[center] [h1][color=bc8dbf]Lord Cuwarr Naxremis[/color][/h1] Husband of [color=82ca9d]Sorici[/color] ([@SevenStormStyle][@RomanAria]), his white lotus, and [color=f7941d]Kalani[/color] ([@karamonnom]), his auburn rose. [hider=Summary] Cuwarr begins the painting session, expressing his own opinions regarding beauty and perspectives. He reveals to his wives that his mark is already on them. He also encourages his wives to talk freely with him, although, he warns them against talking without care in the presence of others lest their tongues be cut by men who are not as cultured as Cuwarr.[/hider] [/center] Once the wooden stands were placed near the window, Cuwarr grinned at the night sky before turning to his wives as he noticed the faintest tint of pink upon their cheeks. A playful, almost devious smile curved his lips whilst he slowly undid the ties on the towel that hung around his waist. His slender fingers slowly loosened the bindings, one knot after the other in an excruciatingly slow pace. His tongue swiped against his bottom lip before the towel gave way, falling in a crumpled heap at the warlord's feet. Finally, under the moonlight, his prominent... beige shorts. Cuwarr tossed the towel to the side before he went over to one of the cabinets, pulling out three large canvases, setting them on the wooden stands. Another set of wooden cases were brought out with small jars of linseed oil paint of varying colors. A set of wooden brushes also rolled inside the cases which Cuwarr placed beside each canvas, creating some sort of a painting set. As he finished the set, Cuwarr turned to his wives with a grin. [color=bc8dbf]"What did you think we were going to do?" [/color]he chuckled, a hand covering his laughing lips. As he finished his little giggle, his cerulean eyes looked warmly at them before he stuck his tongue out in a mocking manner. [color=bc8dbf]"My perverted flowers,"[/color] Cuwarr opened the windows more, almost tearing off the curtains. [color=bc8dbf]"There is no meaning in copulating without a real goal behind it."[/color] Rich moonlight flooded into the room as fragments of starlight blanketed the jet-black heavens above. Below the skies laid a green and fertile grassland, the reeds and leaves bowed before the wind's caress. Musky scents of earth and nature filling his nostrils as Cuwarr took a deep breath. He strode over to the window, letting the winds cool him as he rustled his hair to get the remaining water out. [color=bc8dbf]"You don't get to see any of these in Drakka[/color]." Cuwarr mumbled, now looking at the scenery. [color=bc8dbf]"It's either dust, devils, or both."[/color] The warlord furrowed his brow in thought as he turned to his wives. [color=bc8dbf]"One of your artists sold me these items, but he made me understand something: beauty is more than just a word; it is a perspective. What we consider beautiful might not be beautiful to your race. However, no matter what race, no matter what culture, these vast heavens and lands will always pique our wonder."[/color] Outside of the room, Pezach pulled back his ear from the surface. [color=bc8dbf]"There he goes with his lectures. Thank Krenta that Cuwarr has other ears forced to listen to this nonsense."[/color] he whispered to the other three. Qiorach grinned as they began to head down the staircase. [color=bc8dbf]"He sounds like a pathetic gemminite when he lectures. I swear, if he wasn't such an eagle-eye, I wouldn't have even bothered serving him. Come, we have more whores to attend to before this night is over. I believe there are some gemminites who were not picked."[/color] The lieutenants descended down the stairs, confident that whatever the gemminites would plan, Cuwarr would inevitably foil it. --- [color=bc8dbf]"It is beautiful because it will cease to exist,"[/color] Cuwarr grinned as he grabbed a 20mm flat paintbrush, dipping it in vine black before spreading the dark shade across the top of the canvas. [color=bc8dbf]"I would never forget that artist. Then, I realized the purpose of painters. Their aim is to preserve beauty so that others may see it before it fades away."[/color] Finally, he turned to his brides, motioning for them to take a seat in front of the blank canvases. [color=bc8dbf]"This will be the last time you will see this part of your land, and I want you to etch this very memory, to paint it as if this will be the last time you shall witness such beauty. Because, it is."[/color] His sharp eyes caught the sight of the flowers still behind their ear. [color=bc8dbf]"Oh, and you may take off those flowers, now. My mark has already been left behind your ear. The stems of these flowers secrete a harmless toxin once that discolors your skin, creating a mark of thorns where the sap lands. And, of course, this mark of thorns is the symbol of your allegiance to House Naxremis."[/color] And, indeed, they would find forking jagged black lines, in the design of thorns, from the top of their ear before it crescents a few inches from their earlobe. [color=bc8dbf]"No one stops painting until I do,"[/color] Cuwarr announced before he took a seat, and dabbed a 10mm round paintbrush into titanium white which he used to dot the stars. [color=bc8dbf]"And, I suppose you have a lot of questions right now. Talkative gems are not so welcome in Drakka, so while you are here, speak as much as you can. When the three of us are confined in a single room with no other individuals, feel free to talk about anything. Although, I discourage you from conversing freely in the presence of others, not because I am ashamed of liberal gems. No, this precaution is for your own safety. You should know that some drakkens cut off the tongues of gems who talk too much. But, not with me. Be at ease."[/color]