Drakon Tollaire

The fight with Hecuba was heavy on his mind and Drakon was lost. But there were things that needed to be settled with Gwyn before he went talking to his wife again; if she was even that anymore. It hurt to think about that as he would pace through the caves of the Hollow and call out for Gwyn. Though he was second to the Casimir, Drakon still wore the crown with pride as he went past the borders the Casimir had made.

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There had been a short gap in the presence of his sovereign, one which he noticed but paid little heed. He knew the man had a wife, had met the woman as well. As well as that, Gwyn knew exactly what the other meant when he had to check with his woman. Rythian may laugh, but he had not recovered all his memories, was not identical to the man Gwyn had once known. One had to keep the women in their life happy if they were to remain whole and sane. If they wanted their legacy to continue that is.

When he heard the call, the man stirred himself, rising from his tangle with Pistis. He offered her a kiss on her head on his way out, the man striding with easy confidence. Neither hurrying or dawdling, he made his way to the pale dragon. When the white of his sovereign's coat glowed ahead his voice proceeded him. "Yes? Did your wife agree to join us?" he queries, completely unaware of the can of worms he had opened with those words.

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@Drakon

Drakon Tollaire

He was not waiting for long as Drakon would spot the high king - or whatever you wanted to call Gwyn - moving towards him in the cave light. What little light there was in the Hollow. Drakon expected the question to ring out like it did but it still hurt to think that Hecuba may not join him. "I haven't asked her, our last encounter wasn't on the.. safe side." That was putting it mildly really. Perhaps him and Hecuba needed to have a little throw down again and she beat his ass up for being a dick towards her. "Though I would like to get some things straightened out before I go and ask her." He would state boldly. "Hecuba said that you've met her before and I want to believe that you didn't try to fuck my wife or kill her. Or maybe she was just being creeped out." He would state.

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Brows raised at his sovereign's admission. They had seemed solid at their last encounter. What exactly had changed? He went on and the demon's interest was piqued more. His and Hecuba's interaction had been explosive, but for the most part well enough. Gwyn could always respect and appreciate women who were spitfires and loyal to their mates. He hadn't seen much of a problem with it, but apparently she had. The last words dropped earned a frown from the Casimir, his eyes narrowing. "I would never do a thing such as that." he rumbles, his voice dark, full of warning. How dare he think so little of him? How dare she presume far more from their brief interaction than was ever even implied. "I wouldn't say our interaction was without tension; I may have overstepped my bounds once with a nip. She let me know and I left it at that. However it's not my fault that she got her knickers in a twist about me; I was merely playing. I neither condone or participate wonton violence or forcing a woman." he rumbles, speaking more to the male than he had ever. However he wanted to make it clear than it was her problem not his. That he would not touch another man's woman outside of teasing or flirting. "I am aware I can rub some the wrong way. However I will not apologize for my nature. Nor, should you judge me based on the opinions of others, living or dead." he finished, his lips pulling back in a snarl for a beat. Gwyn was insulted his friend, his Sovereign dare think of him that way. The dragon was quickly becoming tiring with his judgmental ways. Gwyn was prepared to tolerate it to a point, but there was a line that the Tollaire was dangerously close to crossing.

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@Drakon

Drakon listened to the brute before. Watching how is features changed and the aura around him changed as well. It was clear that Gwyn was pissed, but Drakon was only here to ask questions and get rid of any uncertainty between them. If this alliance was going to work. Though at the last notion of words it caused Drakon to snarl at Gwyn himself. "You are wrong in my judgement. I am not judging you because of this I am merely asking." He would state bluntly. Claws dug into the ground beneath his feet. "I came to you to get this straightened out instead of fighting you right then. I can change that easily." A warning just as much as Gwyn's own.

They were both strong, dominant males. It was no surprise that they might butt heads like they were now, but that did not mean they couldn't sort things out. Gwyn was pissed, yes, and his patience was beginning to wear thin but he hadn't hit the point of no return. "You need to work on your phrasing. I want to believe means you believe your wife over what you have seen of me. That you have already come to a verdict" he rumbles voice sharp, but maybe a touch less so than before. He was reigning in the hellfire, but it wasn't an easy thing to master. His blood was up, and while, he mightn't show it in the same obvious manner at Drakon with his claws, it simmered in his gaze. Ready to lash out, to burn. "Perhaps we should. It would allow us to work through such things in a way we understand best." he rumbles, thoughtful now. Leaving it up to the other man to decide. "But know this your wife was mistaken and I do not enjoy my reputation slandered" he finished, making his stance clear. Do not presume things of him unless you wished to end up in some seriously deep shit.

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@Drakon

"I do believe my wife on many things until I've spoken to the other or proven wrong." He would state. Drakon was one to think about others before he got the full story - usually - but as of late he has been wanting to know the full story before judging. Though in this case, it was different he guessed. A growl formed though at the simple thought of sparing or whatever with the King before him and Drakon felt his ears falling into his mane. "Then let's get it over with." He would state bluntly, he needed to get back into the gear of things.

The Casimir scoffs at that, annoyed. "I do not know about my blood here, but my word is not given lightly" he states, glaring at his sovereign. How dare he believe lies and slander when he had not shown any inclination to such foul things. The fact he felt he was judged guilty before else happened was irritating as hell. The fairer sex twisted words; men were straightforward. There was a reason why the man's family often looked down upon women, and that was one of them. Anyway, the man was not opposed to a little spat of claws if only to take their tempers down a notch. Not that he seemed enthusiastic about it. "You sound so excited." he observed, tone dry, his body slipping into a long practiced battle stance. However, he does not lunge. Making sure the other man is completely sure before they clashed.

It would not end well for either of them.

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At this point Drakon was just irritated about how Gwyn was going on about how his words were not given lightly. That Drakon shouldn't believe his wife just because she was a woman. Drakon knew that the Casimir saw the female sex as something weaker. Drakon didn't believe that truthfully, and treated many as equal in his own book. Ears twitched and flattened on his head and lips curled upwards at those last words.

Without a second thought or any hesitation, Drakon surged forwards, shifting his body so that he was facing Gwyn, and would attempt to lift left front paw, causing his back legs and body to shift more to his own right to accommodate for his new weight, attempting to throw his front paw across the king's face along the right side; basically slapping the shit out of him but with his claws. A growl formed out of his inky jaws as he would dig his claws into the ground for traction as he attacked.

Drakon vs Gwyn
For Spar
1 round out of 3

Hits:

Rolling 6d20: 4 + 9 + 7 + 13 + 2 + 20

Dodges:

Rolling 3d20: 8 + 19 + 17