Ray was flushed and he nuzzled Azrial's neck. "You do. You have me happy. You keep me warm like a fire to a man lost out in the cold. I love you so much Azrial that words cannot describe just how much I love you." He said. Massaging across Azrial's chest. He kissed Azrial's neck lightly. Then began massaging Azrial's upper arm. Wriggling against him in a playful way as he was pulled close by his waist. He kissed Azrial's lips lightly. Massaging down the muscles of his loves arms. He kissed back and blushed more. "I'm...hoping...it...ooo" He moaned out as the firey kisses had him writhing in delight as his neck was his hot spot. He kissed him. "It is not forward...I like it. Tell me more..." he said encouragingly. Nibbling on Azrial's neck as he massaged his hands around Azrial's elbows.<br/><br/>Moving back to Azrial's chest and tracing the contours of his loves chest with caressing massages through every inch of the muscles. Smiling at Azrial. "I love you. I want to show you how much you mean to me. You are more valuable then the finest of treasures." He said softly. Blushing but kept trying to show Azrial he was ready to be intimate with him. He couldn't say the words but was hoping to show him. Rubbing in close to him as he massaged his love. Massagin around the waistline now. Kneading the flesh with his fingertips.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ricardo growled angrily and roared in violence towards the man. "He is not a wretch! He is in my opinion and yours doesn't fucking matter!" He said with a growl. "I don't care. If he can't defend himself I'll defend us both." He chuckled darkly. His Drakken had full control. "Oh...I plan to do more than play it rough. I plan to finish off the vile worm that is you." He said coldly. His eyes filled with darkness and icy cool. He didn't even roar in pain as the fangs sunk deeper and deeper into his spine. A hiss of anger all that escaped his lips. He chased him into the sky. Spiraling out of the way of the flames. "I serve no one save my liege. What I do...I do because I chose to." He roared back at him.<br/><br/>He didn't growl or cry out in pain as he kept attacking. Bites, tail strikes, claw slashes, then more tail strikes. He roared in anger as he spoke ill of Caylen. His anger taking over. If he could have scowled he would have been scowling. He flew back as he got dust in his eyes. "You're ONE TO TALK YOU BACKSTABBING LYING CONIVING MURDEROUS BASTARD!" He roared in anger. Flames of black inkiness coming forth from his lips. He followed the male. Watching him shift back he did as well. Blood trailing down his from his jaw on the sides. His eyes blinking away dust but his other senses sharp. He drew his swords. Blood for blood. He was going to end this bastard. Nothing he said would change what he planned to do to him.<br/><br/>He looked at him coldly. "You don't know how it got there. Did you ever think maybe he had a reason? A good logical reason? Like being raped. It can be forced on a Sova. You know that as well as I do." He said. He walked forwards towards the male. "A symbol of what you did. It is not unheard of." He said. He kicked the egg harmlessly into the air. Flipping up and tosses it out of the males reach into a bed of fallen leaves. He then landed and walked towards Caylen's assaliant. "A true mate...would never have done what you did to their mate." He said coldly. "A true mate would have let the Sova have a chance to explain. They would have  listened even if the Sova couldn't speak for themselves. Even us Drakkens are not as cruel as what you did to him. Letting others rape him. Raping him yourself. Beating him to a pulp. Leaving him for dead. That isn't revenge that is slaughter. That is cruel and selfish purpose. How do you explain the dead Sova's you've left? How do you explain the dead Sova laying in your den right now?! You are a filthy liar and a murdering bastard." He hissed out at Cil.<br/><br/>He walked forwards and pick Cil up by his throat. "I will get revenge on you for the countless Sova's you killed. Not just for Caylen. He is the main driving force but my rage extends for all the innocents you murdered." He slammed Cil into the ground by his throat. Driving his sword into the man's gut. Pinning him there. "You want death then die a slow painful one like the one you tried to give Caylen." He said coldly. "You think I care about your tears?! You think I want to hear your lies?! This is a Drakken you are talking with!!! We do not pity the merciless!" He said in a violent growl. He slammed his foot down on Cil's leg. Shattering it. He twisted the sword in the man's gut. "How does it feel to be helpless and at another's mercy? Bet it doesn't fucking feel good. You know that is how Caylen felt. That is how those others Sova's you killed felt. Your reputation far proceeds you."<br/><br/>He took his other sword. After he decided the man had suffered enough he took that sword and held it to Cil's throat. "Rot in a painful and eternal watery hell." he then slit Cil's throat. Taking the sword from the man's gut and licked it clean of the black blood. His own dark blueish black blood trailing down him. A few minor cuts on his arms. The deep gashes in the path down his leg from kicking the man away bleeding as well. He emotionlessly watched the man die. He took the egg and left Cil after he had died. "The liars deserve no mercy from the Drakken's wrath. All four have been defeated." He had four golden scars on his body. The largest being from defeating Cil. He picked up the egg and shifted back after sheathing his swords.<br/><br/>Carrying it off with him towards the castle. He hid the egg in a safe place outside the castle to ask Jen what to do about it. He would wait. Only after he landed outside the castle did he let out a loud roar of pain. Then he stumbled and dragged his body through the castle. Following Caylen's scent and ended up crumpling to his knees breathing heavily. Blood trailing down his jaw line as he looked up. "Caylen...I'm back." He called out. Forcing himself to his feet and stumbled over to Caylen. Sinking to the floor by Caylen. Panting heavily. Laying on his side that didn't have a bleeding leg. His spine still bleeding. His jaw still bleeding. His leg still bleeding the worst as the gashes were the deepest. "I told you...a day at most. I promised...I'd be back." he said softly. His hand tiredly reaching up and stroked Caylen's arm. Sitting up and pulled Caylen into his lap. "I missed you...so much." He whispered. Kissing Caylen's cheek.<br/><br/>Looking to Jen. "All gone." He said. Knowing those two words would say a thousand. He closed his eyes and laid his head on Caylen's. Kissing the top of it. "mine. I'm home." He said softly.</span>