my Lalia

Lalia's Character Dump

My Hider

Name:
Nixus Strongheart
Age:
28
Rank:
Warrior / hunter
Wolf Form:
He is a sandy coloured wolf

The Outlander [Sci-fi Epic Adventure]

My Hider

Name: Brea Moirai

Age: 25

Previously affiliation: The Grand Sol Duchy

Description: Brea stands 5'7 with a sturdy toned frame. She has long brunette hair that she usually has up in a ponytail. Her eyes are sea green that have an intensity that let others know she is not an easy target. Her skin is a light mocha color and for the most part soft. She has many scars on her body indicating the rough life that she has had. The most notable scar is the one that is across her left eye, which has left partly blind in that eye. She wears a special eye wear to enhance her vision in that eye that's partly blind.
She is a tough girl and isn't one to be pushed around, for the most she is quiet as she doesn't like having too much drama.

Skills: Brea is a jack of all trades, she can do it all. But to say that she is amazing in all the fields of work she has done would be giving her way more credit than is necessary. She is in no way great in everything, but she tries her hardest and is a fast learner. If you need an extra pair of hands for something then Brea is one to call, as there is a good chance she has done it before.
But what she lacks is people skills, as she is not always sure how to talk to them.

Biography:
Brea was born in a mining colony on Pluto to a whore, who didn't care much for having a child. Though the planet was labelled as a mining facility, it had little resources to offer and so soon became a place of entertainment and crime.
With that said, it is easy to tell that Brea had a tough up bringing as she was raised by the community more so than her own mother. But that was how most kids on the little planet were brought up, and in truth she doesn't think her childhood was that bad. Yes she wish she had more of her mother's attention and actually knew who her father was. Any child would want those things if they were deprived of them. From an early age though she learned not to feel sorry for herself as she could of been a slave or a begger. Luckily her mother cared for her enough to at least feed and clothe her and give her a pretty name, but that was as far as her mother would go to show any kindness or affection.
When Brea turned thirteen her mother was beaten to death by a drunk client. This both enraged and devastated her, as even though her mother wasn't kind she still loved her. She wanted revenge and tried to get it by hiring a local assassin, or so claimed to be. The man took what little money Brea could offer, but instead of doing what he was payed to do he went and told the man that she wanted him dead. At hearing this the man that killed her mother laughed and thought to pay Brea a visit.
Brea was playing with a few friends when the man came around, he asked which one placed a hit on him. Without missing a beat Brea stepped forward, she was without fear, or at least appeared to be. The man smiled as he looked down at the little awkward girl who was just hitting puberty. "Bold little thing aren't ya?" He asked, though his speech was slightly slurred which made it evident that he was a little drunk. Brea didn't say anything but looked at the man with her intense green eyes, if looks could kill he would of dropped dead right then and there. The man grew annoyed, hating the way that she looked at him. He struck her with the back of his hand so hard that her little frame went flying. Her head hit hard on a dirty crumbling metal wall, pain bloomed from both sides of her face. One from being hit and the other from connecting with something sharp. She could feel a warm sticky liquid running down the left side of her face. She was confused at first as she pushed herself back up and looked back towards the man, but she couldn't see him or at least not properly. All she could see was his large form coming towards her in a rage. But he never made it to her as something from the shadows appeared, she tried to watch, to see who was helping her but she was dizzy and the pain kept her from focusing.

Next thing Brea could remember waking up on an old mat in a dark room or she thought is was dark. Whoever had taken her in had covered both her eyes in a bandage. "I wouldn't do that, you need time to heal." Came a voice that held a degree of coldness it also sounded different than a humans. She wished to see who was in the room with her, but her head still hurt and the tone of the male voice told her that she was better off just keeping the bandage on. Without saying a word she laid back and fell into a dreamless sleep.
She didn't know how long she slept for, all she knew was that when she woke again her bandage was repositioned so that her good eye was able to see around her. She was in a an old dirty apartment with little to no furniture. That was when she noticed a rather imposing figure sitting cross legged in the middle of the room staring at her. She stared back at the creature that was obviously not human.

She would find out later that the one that saved her was known as Moirai and he was part of the Brotherhood of Mahrl. Though he didn't care much for humans, he had seen something in the little one and so saved her from a sure death. Moirai made it clear that she was free to leave, but if she wanted he could train her to be stronger. Brea was never one to be weak and the offer to be stronger in any sense was one she couldn't resist. So she stayed.

Moirai trained the girl in everything that he knew, but it came clear early in her training that she didn't excel in any one thing. Indeed there were things that she completely failed at, but she tried and that was all he asked for. When she turned eighteen Moirai left her, there was no sobbing farewells or any show of affection, but then she was use to that. All he said when he left was that the Brotherhood of Mahrl needed him and she was ready to be on her own and that she would do well to get off the little planet as there was nothing for her there.

She stayed on the planet for a year and realized that Moirai was right, there was nothing for her there, so she took the next shuttle off. Now to say she paid to get on would be wrong, as she stole her way onto the small ship. She was only on the ship for a day (24hrs) when she was found. A fight broke out when she was found but she was quickly dispatched when the crew figured out she had trouble seeing from her left eye. The captain of the vessel was impressed with her ability to keep fighting even with the disadvantage. He kept her on the ship and offered to make her part of the crew. She accepted. When asked her name she gave it, but they wanted her last name as well. She never had a last name as her mother didn't want to have any more connection than what was needed. Brea smirked slightly as she looked at the captain, "Moirai , my name is Brea Moirai."

She didn't stay with them for long, only a few months. She then traveled around the known galaxies doing odd jobs, getting in fights, learning new things, you name it she has done it. When the offer came she was on some planet she didn't bother learning the name of. She nursing a wound she got from a brawl that most likely turn to a scar. Two men dressed in uniforms too nice to have been the locals, came and handed her a package. She opened it to find a letter written by Moirai, how did she know it was from him? She just knew. The letter told her that great trouble was coming and that she would be needed as an extra pair of hands.

She couldn't deny an old friend and teacher, she then looked up the ship name he had given her. Even though she wasn't as talented as some of the others on the ship, she was Fearless or put on a good front of being so.

The Outlander [Sci-fi Epic Adventure]

My Hider

Name: Brea Moirai

Age: 25

Previously affiliation: The Grand Sol Duchy

Description: Brea stands 5'7 with a sturdy toned frame. She has long brunette hair that she usually has up in a ponytail. Her eyes are sea green that have an intensity that let others know she is not an easy target. Her skin is a light mocha color and for the most part soft. She has many scars on her body indicating the rough life that she has had. The most notable scar is the one that is across her left eye, which has left partly blind in that eye. She wears a special eye wear to enhance her vision in that eye that's partly blind.
She is a tough girl and isn't one to be pushed around, for the most she is quiet as she doesn't like having too much drama.

Skills: Brea is a jack of all trades, she can do it all. But to say that she is amazing in all the fields of work she has done would be giving her way more credit than is necessary. She is in no way great in everything, but she tries her hardest and is a fast learner. If you need an extra pair of hands for something then Brea is one to call, as there is a good chance she has done it before.
But what she lacks is people skills, as she is not always sure how to talk to them.

Biography:
Brea was born in a mining colony on Pluto to a whore, who didn't care much for having a child. Though the planet was labelled as a mining facility, it had little resources to offer and so soon became a place of entertainment and crime.
With that said, it is easy to tell that Brea had a tough up bringing as she was raised by the community more so than her own mother. But that was how most kids on the little planet were brought up, and in truth she doesn't think her childhood was that bad. Yes she wish she had more of her mother's attention and actually knew who her father was. Any child would want those things if they were deprived of them. From an early age though she learned not to feel sorry for herself as she could of been a slave or a begger. Luckily her mother cared for her enough to at least feed and clothe her and give her a pretty name, but that was as far as her mother would go to show any kindness or affection.
When Brea turned thirteen her mother was beaten to death by a drunk client. This both enraged and devastated her, as even though her mother wasn't kind she still loved her. She wanted revenge and tried to get it by hiring a local assassin, or so claimed to be. The man took what little money Brea could offer, but instead of doing what he was payed to do he went and told the man that she wanted him dead. At hearing this the man that killed her mother laughed and thought to pay Brea a visit.
Brea was playing with a few friends when the man came around, he asked which one placed a hit on him. Without missing a beat Brea stepped forward, she was without fear, or at least appeared to be. The man smiled as he looked down at the little awkward girl who was just hitting puberty. "Bold little thing aren't ya?" He asked, though his speech was slightly slurred which made it evident that he was a little drunk. Brea didn't say anything but looked at the man with her intense green eyes, if looks could kill he would of dropped dead right then and there. The man grew annoyed, hating the way that she looked at him. He struck her with the back of his hand so hard that her little frame went flying. Her head hit hard on a dirty crumbling metal wall, pain bloomed from both sides of her face. One from being hit and the other from connecting with something sharp. She could feel a warm sticky liquid running down the left side of her face. She was confused at first as she pushed herself back up and looked back towards the man, but she couldn't see him or at least not properly. All she could see was his large form coming towards her in a rage. But he never made it to her as something from the shadows appeared, she tried to watch, to see who was helping her but she was dizzy and the pain kept her from focusing.

Next thing Brea could remember waking up on an old mat in a dark room or she thought is was dark. Whoever had taken her in had covered both her eyes in a bandage. "I wouldn't do that, you need time to heal." Came a voice that held a degree of coldness it also sounded different than a humans. She wished to see who was in the room with her, but her head still hurt and the tone of the male voice told her that she was better off just keeping the bandage on. Without saying a word she laid back and fell into a dreamless sleep.
She didn't know how long she slept for, all she knew was that when she woke again her bandage was repositioned so that her good eye was able to see around her. She was in a an old dirty apartment with little to no furniture. That was when she noticed a rather imposing figure sitting cross legged in the middle of the room staring at her. She stared back at the creature that was obviously not human.

She would find out later that the one that saved her was known as Moirai and he was part of the Brotherhood of Mahrl. Though he didn't care much for humans, he had seen something in the little one and so saved her from a sure death. Moirai made it clear that she was free to leave, but if she wanted he could train her to be stronger. Brea was never one to be weak and the offer to be stronger in any sense was one she couldn't resist. So she stayed.

Moirai trained the girl in everything that he knew, but it came clear early in her training that she didn't excel in any one thing. Indeed there were things that she completely failed at, but she tried and that was all he asked for. When she turned eighteen Moirai left her, there was no sobbing farewells or any show of affection, but then she was use to that. All he said when he left was that the Brotherhood of Mahrl needed him and she was ready to be on her own and that she would do well to get off the little planet as there was nothing for her there.

She stayed on the planet for a year and realized that Moirai was right, there was nothing for her there, so she took the next shuttle off. Now to say she paid to get on would be wrong, as she stole her way onto the small ship. She was only on the ship for a day (24hrs) when she was found. A fight broke out when she was found but she was quickly dispatched when the crew figured out she had trouble seeing from her left eye. The captain of the vessel was impressed with her ability to keep fighting even with the disadvantage. He kept her on the ship and offered to make her part of the crew. She accepted. When asked her name she gave it, but they wanted her last name as well. She never had a last name as her mother didn't want to have any more connection than what was needed. Brea smirked slightly as she looked at the captain, "Moirai , my name is Brea Moirai."

She didn't stay with them for long, only a few months. She then traveled around the known galaxies doing odd jobs, getting in fights, learning new things, you name it she has done it. When the offer came she was on some planet she didn't bother learning the name of. She nursing a wound she got from a brawl that most likely turn to a scar. Two men dressed in uniforms too nice to have been the locals, came and handed her a package. She opened it to find a letter written by Moirai, how did she know it was from him? She just knew. The letter told her that great trouble was coming and that she would be needed as an extra pair of hands.

She couldn't deny an old friend and teacher, she then looked up the ship name he had given her. Even though she wasn't as talented as some of the others on the ship, she was Fearless or put on a good front of being so.

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The Outlander [Sci-fi Epic Adventure]

My Hider

Name: Brea Moirai

Age: 25

Previously affiliation: The Grand Sol Duchy

Description: Brea stands 5'7 with a sturdy toned frame. She has long brunette hair that she usually has up in a ponytail. Her eyes are sea green that have an intensity that let others know she is not an easy target. Her skin is a light mocha color and for the most part soft. She has many scars on her body indicating the rough life that she has had. The most notable scar is the one that is across her left eye, which has left partly blind in that eye. She wears a special eye wear to enhance her vision in that eye that's partly blind.
She is a tough girl and isn't one to be pushed around, for the most she is quiet as she doesn't like having too much drama.

Skills: Brea is a jack of all trades, she can do it all. But to say that she is amazing in all the fields of work she has done would be giving her way more credit than is necessary. She is in no way great in everything, but she tries her hardest and is a fast learner. If you need an extra pair of hands for something then Brea is one to call, as there is a good chance she has done it before.
But what she lacks is people skills, as she is not always sure how to talk to them.

Biography:
Brea was born in a mining colony on Pluto to a whore, who didn't care much for having a child. Though the planet was labelled as a mining facility, it had little resources to offer and so soon became a place of entertainment and crime.
With that said, it is easy to tell that Brea had a tough up bringing as she was raised by the community more so than her own mother. But that was how most kids on the little planet were brought up, and in truth she doesn't think her childhood was that bad. Yes she wish she had more of her mother's attention and actually knew who her father was. Any child would want those things if they were deprived of them. From an early age though she learned not to feel sorry for herself as she could of been a slave or a begger. Luckily her mother cared for her enough to at least feed and clothe her and give her a pretty name, but that was as far as her mother would go to show any kindness or affection.
When Brea turned thirteen her mother was beaten to death by a drunk client. This both enraged and devastated her, as even though her mother wasn't kind she still loved her. She wanted revenge and tried to get it by hiring a local assassin, or so claimed to be. The man took what little money Brea could offer, but instead of doing what he was payed to do he went and told the man that she wanted him dead. At hearing this the man that killed her mother laughed and thought to pay Brea a visit.
Brea was playing with a few friends when the man came around, he asked which one placed a hit on him. Without missing a beat Brea stepped forward, she was without fear, or at least appeared to be. The man smiled as he looked down at the little awkward girl who was just hitting puberty. "Bold little thing aren't ya?" He asked, though his speech was slightly slurred which made it evident that he was a little drunk. Brea didn't say anything but looked at the man with her intense green eyes, if looks could kill he would of dropped dead right then and there. The man grew annoyed, hating the way that she looked at him. He struck her with the back of his hand so hard that her little frame went flying. Her head hit hard on a dirty crumbling metal wall, pain bloomed from both sides of her face. One from being hit and the other from connecting with something sharp. She could feel a warm sticky liquid running down the left side of her face. She was confused at first as she pushed herself back up and looked back towards the man, but she couldn't see him or at least not properly. All she could see was his large form coming towards her in a rage. But he never made it to her as something from the shadows appeared, she tried to watch, to see who was helping her but she was dizzy and the pain kept her from focusing.

Next thing Brea could remember waking up on an old mat in a dark room or she thought is was dark. Whoever had taken her in had covered both her eyes in a bandage. "I wouldn't do that, you need time to heal." Came a voice that held a degree of coldness it also sounded different than a humans. She wished to see who was in the room with her, but her head still hurt and the tone of the male voice told her that she was better off just keeping the bandage on. Without saying a word she laid back and fell into a dreamless sleep.
She didn't know how long she slept for, all she knew was that when she woke again her bandage was repositioned so that her good eye was able to see around her. She was in a an old dirty apartment with little to no furniture. That was when she noticed a rather imposing figure sitting cross legged in the middle of the room staring at her. She stared back at the creature that was obviously not human.

She would find out later that the one that saved her was known as Moirai and he was part of the Brotherhood of Mahrl. Though he didn't care much for humans, he had seen something in the little one and so saved her from a sure death. Moirai made it clear that she was free to leave, but if she wanted he could train her to be stronger. Brea was never one to be weak and the offer to be stronger in any sense was one she couldn't resist. So she stayed.

Moirai trained the girl in everything that he knew, but it came clear early in her training that she didn't excel in any one thing. Indeed there were things that she completely failed at, but she tried and that was all he asked for. When she turned eighteen Moirai left her, there was no sobbing farewells or any show of affection, but then she was use to that. All he said when he left was that the Brotherhood of Mahrl needed him and she was ready to be on her own and that she would do well to get off the little planet as there was nothing for her there.

She stayed on the planet for a year and realized that Moirai was right, there was nothing for her there, so she took the next shuttle off. Now to say she paid to get on would be wrong, as she stole her way onto the small ship. She was only on the ship for a day (24hrs) when she was found. A fight broke out when she was found but she was quickly dispatched when the crew figured out she had trouble seeing from her left eye. The captain of the vessel was impressed with her ability to keep fighting even with the disadvantage. He kept her on the ship and offered to make her part of the crew. She accepted. When asked her name she gave it, but they wanted her last name as well. She never had a last name as her mother didn't want to have any more connection than what was needed. Brea smirked slightly as she looked at the captain, "Moirai , my name is Brea Moirai."

She didn't stay with them for long, only a few months. She then traveled around the known galaxies doing odd jobs, getting in fights, learning new things, you name it she has done it. When the offer came she was on some planet she didn't bother learning the name of. She nursing a wound she got from a brawl that most likely turn to a scar. Two men dressed in uniforms too nice to have been the locals, came and handed her a package. She opened it to find a letter written by Moirai, how did she know it was from him? She just knew. The letter told her that great trouble was coming and that she would be needed as an extra pair of hands.

She couldn't deny an old friend and teacher, she then looked up the ship name he had given her. Even though she wasn't as talented as some of the others on the ship, she was Fearless or put on a good front of being so.

Reboot - Prized Bride

Drakkens are anything but unorganized when it comes to war.
The King basically gives an order to invade and leaves it up to his warlords to dictate over their houses on how they want to go about it. The King basically is there to make sure his warlords don't squabble too much.

Order, even chaotic order, is highly valued by Drakkens.

Reboot - Prized Bride

Raya T'mivus

Bride of Torin Hellsong, sister bride to Kasari Liesma

To say that Torin was a decent lover would be an understatement. Raya was surprised at how gentle he was at first but that gentleness didn't last too long, as soon as he figured she could handle it he let go of his reins. But she had no problem keeping up, she simply kept the idea that she was in the forest and had no need to be polite or civil. She was allowed to be her untamed self. She did pray to the Great Mother that her sister bride Kasari didn't hear them, as that would be rather embarrassing.

Raya was roused slightly from her sleep as she felt arms wrapped around her tighten slightly. She had to remember who was hugging her as her sleepy mind was hazy and she had a hard time connecting the dots. But it suddenly came back to her that she was in bed with a Drakken and they had spent a night together. If she was in her right mind she would of been horrified, but she was too exhausted to really feel anything. When Torin got out of bed she slept another ten minutes before her body suddenly woke though her mind was still sleepy. As she moved she felt stiff and soar, as she got out of bed she went over to a mirror that was next to the door. She looked at her naked body and saw the number of bruises she had, the worst were the ones on her neck. She made a note that Torin was a biter.

.....

In the carriage little was said other than Torin telling them what to expect from the people and what expected of them. What bothered her the most was that she wasn't allowed to worship her patron goddess. A part of her knew that she would defy that rule, while the other part of her knew that it was a horrible idea. After giving them most of the details the carriage became quiet again. Which she was thankful for, as she didn't wish to talk or listen. She simply watched the country side change, it looked so different from her homeland. What she noticed the most was the lack of forests an the ones that they did pass looked dark and unkind.

As the hours passed away Raya began to feel restless. She was feeling caged and she desperately wanted out, she wanted to run, to feel the earth under her feet and the sun on her skin. The dress she was wearing was beginning to feel unnatural and restricting. She was unsure if the two Hellsongs could sense her growing restlessness, but she no longer cared.

When they finally reached Torin's estate she was greatful. She was rather surprised to see her husband greeted by so many, she expected indifference at best and uncivilized brutism at worst. She could feel the eyes of many on her, instead of trying to hide she stood tall her eyes daring anyone to challenge her. She knew she wasn't as strong as the Drakkens but she was quick and held abilities that many didn't know she had.

She found it odd that Torin accepted the child even though it was evident that he didn't really want to. But it was nice to know that he was merciful to those he ruled over. Once inside and the child taken away she wondered how many children had taken in. As she knew that Drakkens could claim children as their own if they wanted to. Though that privilege was held by Drakken nobility. Did he really claimed so many children as his own? Even without a wife? That was nearly unheard of even by Gemminite standards. But what ever the case she was surprised by his actions.

Raya was only half listening to Torin as her mind was running away with wild thoughts, that was before the maid came up to her. She gave the maid a confused look, never had she been cared for like this. Well except maybe as a child, but since she was old enough to run free she had taken care of herself. She gave a quick look at Kasari and could see that she was just as uncomfortable with the idea as she was. Regardless though she followed the maids to the wing that held their rooms. She was very grateful for the bath that was waiting for her, as the warm water felt like heaven on her soar and aching muscles from her night with Torin. After spending a good hour in the tub she came out feeling renewed.

With her spirits on a high again she went over to the closet and was a little overwhelmed by the selection of dresses, all of which were far from her normal clothes. She knew that she was to impress Torin and those of his house, but her husband was blind and she cared little for those who served him. Well she cared for Kasari, but that was the only one whom she really cared about. Instead choosing one of the dresses she chose two, one had a skirt that only went up to her knees and was less full than the others. The other dress had a corsetted top that almost looked like a breastplate, both were similar in color and so would go well together. Taking apart the dresses and putting together the parts she wanted, it took her just under an hour to put them together. Once dressed she went over to a vanity and redid her hair, she then went through the drawer and found some makeup. But instead of making herself look beautiful she placed marks below and above her left eye. She looked exotic, not in the sexual sense but more in the "never seen before" sense.

She wanted to run but she had to refrain from doing so, no matter how bad her wildness demanded otherwise.

Reboot - Prized Bride

Krone the Scream Taker

Brides Kalani and Kaelira

Krone had slept rather well with his young Gem bride at his side. He kept his promise and did not force himself on her, though he did play with her hair. It was a rather odd habit he had, as he did it with Milligan and any female that he took to his bed. He found that Kalani was rather attractive, even though the night gown she was given to wear was unflattering. It had not taken him long to fall asleep though for Kalani it might have been different. He was use to sharing his bed with another, while she was most likely not use to sharing a bed with a half naked male.

Regardless he found her sound asleep in the morning. He was careful not to wake her as he got out of bed. He moved silently across the bed chamber and out of the room, it was hard to believe that one as large as him could move so silently but then there was many things about him that was hard to believe.

As he entered the common room of his chamber, he took note of his captain standing by the hearth warming his hands. He didn't say anything but instead went to the room next to his. Sure enough Kaelira was there chained up and looking rather beaten. It showed that she put up a fight and that his men were rather rough on her, though expected as much. Kaelira had showed her unwillingness to listen and obey and so had to be made an example of. Krone took one of the blankets and gently laid it over her, even though the room was warm he didn't wish for her to catch cold. It was odd how even now he showed a small amount of mercy to one who didn't really deserve it.

Going back out into the common area he looked back at his captain. "Have food and drink sent to the carriage and a some blankets and pillows. It will be a long ride and I do not wish for them to be too uncomfortable." He said in a cool but tired tone. He was not looking forward to the ride home as they would have to move slower with the carriage now with them.
"Yes my Lord. What about Kaelira? Do you wish her to remain chained?" He asked which was perfectly reasonable given all the trouble she was. Krone thought for a moment before nodding his head, he was still tired and didn't wish to speak more than he had too. The captain placed his fist over his heart and bowed before turning and going.

............

It had taken them longer than normal to reach Krone's estate, but then he was use to moving with speed. Having the carriage was bothersome, but he didn't want his brides to be uncomfortable which also meant he didn't ride in with them. Instead he rode on his war mount with his men, he did not like being caged in a box and moving slower than what was necessary. Plus he rather converse with his men and be a leader that they looked to with respect instead of a leader with little respect. He knew what his men go through as he is often there with them.

The light was fading but one could see that his estate was large one. For one, he had a defensible wall built around his entire land which only ended at the dark forest of Shadowmere. The forest was considered evil even by Drakkens, as even the most war hardened war lord go mad just being on the edge of it. No one knew why this forest was always dark even in the blazing summer afternoon sun, nor did anyone know why people go mad when close to it as the air nor the earth showed anything significant. Though it was rather fitting that the forest was on Krone's land as it was filled with unspeakable and unfathomable horrors, and Krone was fully capable of doing unspeakable and unfathomable things.

Once pass the wall one enters into a fertile land though some areas were rocky, but then most of Drakka was. There was two large towns on his lands with a distance of twenty miles between them, then then another forty some miles between them and the nearest wall surrounding his lands. Dotted along the roads they took to get to his keep were farms. They were well maintained by those that were unwaveringly loyal to him, indeed all who lived on his lands were loyal. But then he was different than most Drakken Lords. Yes, he was fearsome and would punish those that deserved such, but he cared for his people. He worked along side them when most would just sent their servants or slaves to do the work. For this he was respected.

The light of the day was nearly gone when they finally reached his keep. It was almost like that of Shadow Worth, though instead of being carved into the lonely mountain it was built on the side of it. Also unlike Shadow Worth, it had large beautiful gardens (only after passing the first two walls) with every kind of flower and tree. Pass the gardens was another (but shorter) wall that had finely carved depictions of Drakken men and women.

After passing the shorter wall, they entered into a court yard where Krone dismounted along with his men. He smiled slightly as he looked at his home, he was glad to be back. He looked back at the carriage to see that some of his men were helping his brides out of it. "Papa! Papa!" yelled a small voice and the quick pitted patter of feet. Turning he saw his oldest son come running towards him with arms flung open. Krone kneeled and opened his arms as his son ran into him. He then lifted the young boy (who was no older than six years) up and hugged him, before pulling away slightly to look at him.

"You have a bruise. Who were you fighting?" He asked in a tone which Kaelira hadn't heard before then. It was a soft tone that betrayed his love for his son. "Fredrick Salven, he beat me though." his son said sounding a little disappointed that he didn't win. Krone chuckled softly as he gently poked the bruise on his sons cheek. "He is twice your age my boy, with you coming out with only a bruise is an achievement." He said as he put his son down again.

One of his servants then came a took his sons hand and lead him away. It was at this time that he saw his wife Milligan and his other bride Cia. Milligan looked regal as ever, her eyes were fierce but held a gentleness towards her husband. She came forward and wrapped her arms around him before kissing him sweetly. Krone smiled down at her and gently pushed back some of her hair so he could see her face better. He kiss her forehead before taking Cia's hand and kissing it. She smiled slightly but knew better than get in Milligan's way.

"Are these the Gemminites chosen for you?" Milligan asked, her tone was not unkind but it wasn't welcoming either.
"Oh, yes. Milligan, Cia, this is Kalani and Kaelira. Kalani, Kaelira, this is my wife Milligan and my bride Cia. The young boy you saw was my oldest son Krenten, I have another son Mora both are born from Milligan. I have another son which I have claimed as my own, he is named Jek." He said coolly though there was a hint of excitement in his voice.

He knew that Milligan was sizing each of the girls up, seeing which one's would be troublesome and which would get in her way. What was noticeable was Kaelira still in chains. He had no doubt that she would watch her closely, though she may feel threatened by Kalani as she may take some of Krone's time.

Regardless of the headache he would get later he was happy to be home. And at the moment he just wanted to enjoy all his brides.

Reboot - Prized Bride

Okay I'm issuing a time skip to the next day.... sorry to those that were waiting on others to post..... now we can all start a new :)

Reboot - Prized Bride

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Reboot - Prized Bride

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