Within a languid stride he paced back and forth before the door, his fingers clenching each time he heard a muffled scream or moan from the other side. Eventually he turned, so swiftly that piwafwi snapped lightly in the air. For years, years he had been the favored male of the Matron. He wasn't going to let some no body take over that place, not so easily. Determined strides pushed him through the hallway of the great house to take him in the direction of another set of doors. He paid no mind to anyone, though when a guard accidentally stepped before him he shoved him hard into the wall to get past, leaving the man to blink, stunned. Turning a sharp corner he glanced over his shoulder, then looked forward again as he continued about his way. As he walked several thoughts flew through his mind. Thoughts of murdering the interloper the moment he could have a chance. That way he could ensure that he wouldn't be a former Patron. Former Patron could very well mean former Drow. He had no wants to end his existence any time soon.
             "Evanshalee!" Doubled doors slammed open as the angered male strode through, leaving them to swing closed behind him. Unamused the woman lifted her eyes from a parchment to look over to her father.
             "You are bold." Rolling up the sheet she placed it aside and turned to face him completely, a brow lifted in curiosity.
             "I want him dead. I want him dead as soon as possible!"
             That brow lifted further. "You order me?"
             "I demand vengeance! I am the rightful Patron of this house! Not some.. some rogue! You know as much as I do there's more to the eye." Almost every portion of his body was glowing reddish white. He was beyond angry. He was furious, and became even more so when Evanshalee laughed. "You are jealous. You know mothers fleeting interests. Are you so afraid that he would please her more than yourself?"
             "I.. have a feeling. Ask not, just kill him Evanshalee. I order you to!" Anger had a way of making people do the most stupidest things. He noticed just how idiotic he was when he caught a glimpse of the snake headed whip before it was snapped at him. His arm went numb first, then his leg as he tried to turn around and run. Collapsing to the ground he could only scream in pain as the other lashes fell, relentlessly, upon him, tearing at his clothes and seeking blood beneath. A thought passed as he writhed on the floor beneath the striking whip in pain. Would he die from this?

             "Virile and skilled. You shall live this night, Rizzen." Snowy locks were pushed from a sweat laced brow as she closed her eyes then slid her palm along her stomach, equally damp with their exertions. "You doubted me, Mistress." I wasn't a question, but a statement. Delightedly a laugh left her lips and she turned her eyes, settling crimson pinpoints of eyes upon him within the darkened room. "Do not get over confident, male. It takes more than skill to hold my interests for longer than a week. Do not be surprised if you are cast aside broken or dead like so many before you." The warm lines of his lips, glowing a gentle orange-red within infrared spectrum, curled slowly, then lowered, causing her eyes to drop, following them. "Then I will make sure to keep your interests, my Mistress." She gasped sharply, eyes widening then closing tightly as her fingers tightened within his hair that draped her thighs.

             "Forgive me, Evanshalee! I plead!" Finally the whipping had ceased, but not before the damage was done. Blood and sweat splattered the light colored stones beneath their feet, and he was left gasping for air that wouldn't come. She stood above him, hardly panting with the vicious attack she had placed upon him. Giving his side a sharp kick she turned and made her way back to her seat while curling her whip upon her belt again. Resting gracefully within her own throne type chair she settled back. "What is it you sense, then, Nasid?" It took him a while to even realize that he was being spoken to, and he shuddered with pain before answering in turn. "H-he is d-different than any others she has t-taken. He is a killer!" Evanshalee laughed coldly. "We all are, Nasid. Or have you forgotten?" Managing to get off of the floor a bit he pulled up to his knees, hissing in a breath just as he began to push to his feet, unsteadily. "No, no. The Matron, she is in danger." Lifting a hand Evanshalee rubbed a temple slowly. The longer she remained listening to his to the ranting the more of a headache she was beginning to get.
             Giving a tug to tattered cloth he sent a baleful glare in her direction, to which one of the snake heads hissed. He flinched and dropped his eyes. "I would advise you be careful around him, Evanshalee." Dipping his chin he stepped back, then again before turning around and limping his way out of the chambers. She watched his departing, tattered back and rested further within her throne with a soft purse of lips. There were times when Nasid was correct in his assumptions, but this could very well be a jealous tirade. Should she kill Rizzen, or have him killed, her mother could very well drop her wrath upon her. Then again, he was only male. Completely expendable.