OOC: Still Mature!
IC:
"Ah, but standing will simply not do!" he said, forcing his mouth roughly over hers as he pressed her against the bed. "Let me show you that sample of our wedding night- and many nights before then!" His tongue lapped hungrily across her throat-
and yes,s he'd hear the tearing of fabric as he moved frantic to undo her clothes.
"Gods, these damn layers," he squealed angrily, and Dekka thought it sounded much like a pig.
It was growing harder and harder for him to suppress his anger, and the longer this went on, it was giving him more reasons to just storm over there and tear that man to pieces.
He knew the Lady was clever and could see her detest earlier that night-
To think she'd be taken advantage of so easily...
A noise was made-
was that the door?
Too much was going on.
He heard a gasp.
"My lady!" the maid.
Phillipe turned around with a hiss.
"Be gone!" he informed her, backhanding the maid. "Can't you see we're in the middle of a private affair!?"
Ok, that did it.
He wasn't sure how he'd explain himself, but he couldn't take it any longer. He had struck a woman, and most likely was about to do the same to Kathryn....
Phillipe pressed her hands against the beds.
"Just stand still so we can consummate the arrangement!" he told her, not noticing the looming shadow from behind, or the crackle of fire roaring up Dekka's arm.
He tapped the man upon the shoulder.
Phillipe let out an angered huff.
"I thought I said to be gone-" the lord roared angrily as he turned around to back hand the maid-
At least he thought it was a maid, but as his hand got caught, he let out a cry as Dekka's burning fist held his, singing his flesh as he let out a scream. Dekka bent the man's arm aside then threw a fist into his face, aiming to knock out a few teeth and burn his signature ring mark into his face.
"Eat fucking fist you god damn cunt sucker," Dekka spat.
Phillipe went to the floor, in hysterics, his eyes wide with madness.
"G-Gods, you're a mage!" he shrieked, cupping his burning face as he whimpered.
Stepping forward, Dekka's arms still remained in flames, his eyes narrowing wildly like the tiger's costume he wore.
"I think I'm fucking more than that," he spat, then gestured to the maid. "Get the hell out of here," then he turned to Kathryn. "You do the same." Though, it only took that momentary distraction for Dekka to turn away for Phillipe to do a cowardly thing-
he went after him- with a knife.
Dekka saw the blur of movement just in time, parrying the arm , but it managed to cut him lightly acrosst eh face, scraping the porcelain mask and splaying the twine that bond it around his head...
and the mask came off, hanging loosely over his face.
The knife was caught, flames went wild as more burns seered into Phillipe's arm by Dekka's flaming grip.
"Perhaps you didn't leanr the first time," Dekka said, and rammed another two punches into the man's god damn fucking head. Phillipe spilled to the floor, just the same moment the guards rushed into the room.
The flames vanished up his arms as Dekka stood there, looking over at the guards.
The guards looked from Phillipe, to the man in the tiger mask, and armed themselves with swords, not knowing what had transpired.
"D-duke of Allar?" one stammered. "Explain yourself!"
Dekka only stared at them, ask hanging off his face. HIs back was to the lady as he reached up and began removing his mask.
"Lady Kathryn, I hope you're alright." His voices went back to how it sounded before, cool, suave, even a little dangerous, though polite.
Before, when he had suddenly attacked Lord Phillipe..
he held no mask to his tongue, nor to his rage or who he was...
She might have even recalled the powers from before...
Even now, as he plucked off his ears, back still to her so she couldn't see his face, she might have caught fragments of familiarity...
an expression, a look.. a trace....
Now, holding his mask and ears, he stared over at the guards, a smile twitching over his lips but said nothing more.
"Duke Calent?" they said, hesitating wit their weapons.
"No Duke," he said, simply staring. "Try a King."