That night Motto poured himself into pushups.  He had successfully put off thinking about his situation for a long time now, easy to do when hidden away in the otherwise untouched wilderness.  Over twenty years ago when s**t hit the fan with the Takers, the Elemental family retreated into the woods.  Motto knew little else until his twelfth birthday when he embarked on his awakening; taking him all over the world.  His magic was dangerously strong.  He honed it and even dared to face off with a Taker...needless to say it didn't go well.<br/><br/>Despite the horrifying set-back, Motto's talent slowly returned after years in his forest castle.  This whole marriage thing freaked him out for a bunch of reasons:  The Takers were growing in number and getting ballsy.  He was in legit danger and the confidence he had as a kid had never really come back.  Plus holy s**t getting<span style="font-style: italic">married</span>.  Sure he was a Prince but Motto was clueless when it came to formalities of any kind let alone royal stuff.  And now he was to be wed with a Princess.<br/><br/>A shiver of excitement ran through and the raven-haired man paused in his exercises.  Panting, he stared at the floor and imagined kissing a hot girl in a puffy dress with a tiara.  Instead of reveling in the thought, Motto tensed and shut his eyes.  That hot Princess needed actual protection and a dude who knew how to do royal stuff too.  He chose to focus on protecting and upping his magic game.<br/><br/>A sudden shift in the room's atmosphere caused Motto's eyes to fly open.  He wasn't alone.  On his feet in an instant, the Elemental Prince took a defensive stance.  There was a dude with friggin snake eyes just chillin'.  Motto's already spiky hair stood on end as the ominous whispers filled his ears.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0000">The Ikathka have a message for you.</span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://i.imgur.com/7c7r4pO.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">"Wait what?"</span>Motto blinked and lowered his guard a little.<span style="color: #00FF40">"The Ikathka?  The hell dude!  You didn't have to come at me like that..what is it?"</span>Irritated, the man relaxed and mopped the sweat off his face with a nearby tee-shirt.  It occurred to him that this might be how the other kingdom rolled, and Motto's attitude brightened.<span style="color: #00FF40">"You..hungry or anything?"</span>