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[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.
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Cuwarr lectures more before observing the painting of each bride.  He loves both before realizing that his painting was the exact same scene that he suddenly saw.  Then, he hops off to bed, ready to begin a new tomorrow.[/hider]
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[color=bc8dbf]"As you wish,"[/color]  Cuwarr grunted as he blanketed the top portion of the canvas with deep streaks of raven paint.  [color=bc8dbf]"My story begins as any drakken bloke.  My father, a proud but cowardly drakken, took-- no, stole-- a gemminite and did with her as he pleased.  I came into existence soon after.  Stezius, my father, was a weak bastard.  I am willing to wager that either of you could face him in battle, and you'd still win.  But, he had an eye for craftsmanship--specifically, weapon-smithing.  What material to use to forge the perfect blade, how hot the iron must be before being struck.  Give him any steel, and he'll forge a blade within a matter of days.  But, he, himself, was too cowardly to hold one.  Long story short, he tainted the Naxremis name and I was left to inherit his dishonor.  He squandered everything he built, and for what?  He didn't know.  There was no purpose other than pure indulgence."[/color]  For a second, Cuwarr's hand trembled as he gritted his teeth in what seemed like rage.  [color=bc8dbf]"I've lived for over a century, but I spent more than half of it trying to rebuild my clan.  That's why I believe that purpose breeds beauty."[/color]

Cuwarr's shoulders relaxed before he turned to his brides.  If there was something that kept the frail gemminites endearing to his heart was the fact that he was closer to his mother than to his father.  Although still cautious, Rea, his mother, eased Cuwarr's wounds after his training.  She enlightened him to the ways of art and to the ways of finding beauty.  However, like a flower that blooms in adversity, it fades away earlier than those who beheld its allure.  When Rea died due to old age, Cuwarr swore to only rest his eyes on those who manifest the same radiance that his mother did.  Hence, he crafted an eyepiece from the same gemminite cloth that his mother used to wipe the blood off of his skin.  At this moment, he saw his mother in these two brides who couldn't be more different than one another.  Still, they possessed the infuriating timidity that their puny race had.  Sure, other drakkens were turned on by a docile gemminite, but fragile things had no place in his household.  He would soon teach them that.  But, for now, they deserved a fractal of peace for they would have less than a shard of it back in Drakka.

[color=bc8dbf]"Again, I repeat, beauty is a perspective but everything beautiful possess two similar traits:  purpose and meaning,"[/color]  Cuwarr stood up before he stretched his arms, feeling his bones crackle and relax.  Then, without warning, he strode over to his wives' paintings.  Truth be told, Cuwarr felt giddy and happy that someone else was painting besides him.  In the past, he only painted with his shadow.  He wouldn't admit, of course, that he was as happy as a babe but, perhaps, the goofy grin that slipped past his restrains for a second could give evidence of that.  In a flash, his eyes landed on Sorici's painting.  It looked nothing like the fascinating night sky but it didn't mean that the solid, rich red and orange strokes of the brush which gave off the feeling of rage and spite; and the deep blue and green that felt melancholic with a tinge of hope failed to captivate the warlord.  If anything, he felt a smolder deep inside him that was akin to awe.  [color=bc8dbf]"You're a fighter, are you not, Sorici?"[/color]  Cuwarr chuckled before he placed a gentle finger on the drying furious red streaks.  [color=bc8dbf]"I feel your hatred from this shade of crimson.  I understand that you hate my race that much and I won't stop you from doing so, but if I could change your hatred towards me, then, I believe that is beauty in itself."[/color]  he placed a reassuring hand on her left shoulder.  However, Cuwarr knew that he needed to change that hatred, but not because he was scared that Sorici might stab him in his sleep (she was a hundred years too young to be able to kill him), but because, simply, hatred was motivation without purpose.

Finally, he reached Kalani.  Her painting also didn't resemble much of the scenery but the mixed streaks, almost as if hesitating to paint something else, enthralled Cuwarr.  As of the moment, Cuwarr knew that Kalani had no intention of painting the meadows here, but instead, perhaps, the meadows back at her home.  [color=bc8dbf]"You hesitate to paint what your heart tells you,"[/color]  Cuwarr smiled as he softly grasped her hand before leading it to rest near her temple.  [color=bc8dbf]"This,"[/color]  he referred to her mind.  [color=bc8dbf]"Is what creates hesitation and ugliness."[/color]  Then, he shepherded both of their hands over her heart.  [color=bc8dbf]"This,"[/color]  he paused.  [color=bc8dbf]"Is what creates purpose, clarity and beauty.  Listen to it."[/color]  Cuwarr looked at her messy canvas again before also placing his hand on her shoulder.  [color=bc8dbf]"From your hesitation, I would guess that you look back on the past.  After all, the reason we hesitate is because of something that happened in the past.  But, remember, we always need to keep moving forward.  I understand that you will miss the familiarity of your home back in Gemminia, but if you could also make my home as yours, then, that also is beauty in itself.  Home is where the heart is, no?"[/color]

Perfect.  Everything was perfect.  They were the perfect brides.  They both had their own perspective of beauty, and Cuwarr could not ask for anything more.

[color=bc8dbf]"A lotus that looks to action to change her future and a rose that looks at the past to guide her present,"[/color]  Cuwarr mumbled as he took a step back.  Coincidentally, the drops of moonlight focused on his two brides as if telling Cuwarr that, hey, these are the ones you were looking for all these decades.  [color=bc8dbf]"Good.  Good."[/color] he mused before clapping his hands.  [color=bc8dbf]"I think that is enough for now.  You have been through much tonight.  You may rest your souls now.  Go on."[/color]  he directed them to the large bed beside the window.  As for Cuwarr, he took one last look at his painting and realized how everything clicked into place at this moment.  Coincidence?  Perhaps so.  Without thinking, Cuwarr had painted the hovering night sky being pierced with luminous moonlights that enmeshed two painting gems.  One, chestnut-haired and the other auburn.  The exact same scene that he was seeing now.

He let out a strangely strangled moan of satisfaction, feeling the hairs on his arms tingle.  [color=bc8dbf]"Perfect."[/color]

With that, Cuwarr closed the windows before hopping on the extremely soft and cushion-y bed.  He situated himself in the center of the bed, big enough to fit all three of them (it was drakken-sized after all).  Then, he patted each side, beckoning his wives to sleep beside him to perfectly conclude this perfect moment.  Things were clicking into place, and perhaps, these gems were the answers to the problems he had within.  Cuwarr knew that as the night wanes, they might begin to hear some pained shrieks coming from the other gems whose husbands were more brutal.  He wanted to spare them that torment of hearing their sisters cry out to deaf ears.  If anything, he wanted to make sure that the same thing would never happen to his gems.