Private Blood in the Water

[Persephone Ambrosia]

Persephone's private quarters were sacred to her, hidden deep within the core of Coruscant. The type of area only few could find. Likely Force Sensitives, or creatures just like her. Others wouldn't think of taking such a smelly, rotting path. Although that would be the case for about forty meters, it would open up into a large hollowed out chambers. As soon as one walked through the warded portcullis, they would see the overwhelming about of trinkets, armors, and weapons inside. This woman had forgotten more lives than most people had lived. And now, she realized something pressing.

She was going senile. Immortality was a lie. Some days, she didn't feel it at all. Other days, she would zone out for hours at a time. Going near catatonic as her age increased. The annoyance this brought was great... Unending. Until she chose to end it, of course. Soon... Azula Ordo needed to hurry and learn what she could. The final test was coming. She thought she could hold out another millennia or so, but her mind was eating itself. This was highly evident in her blunder with who she later found out was Jedi Master Valery Noble. Something that shamed her, though no one was brave enough to confront her about it.

She knew it was great embarrassment. She knew that looking into that Jedi Master's eyes there were two things she should've noted... One, the woman was with child. She was on the defensive the entire time... And Two, being the more important thing... She was going to hunt her once she had everything sorted. She had no doubt about it. Those fiery eyes would find her own ice blue hues before her perception of this reality ended.

Opening a powder box, Persephone would take out a small scoop of finely grated red dust, snorting it up with her left nostril, while pressing a finger over her right. The drug she had personally crafted making her lay back on her King Sized bed and begin convulsing. It hurt in such a good way. For hours, it would wreak havoc on her, only furthering to worsen her aforementioned condition; but she didn't care. She was... Tired of life.

Tired of being the one everyone looked up to. She needed another to take her place... Several options were viable, though she wanted Azula for purpose. Having seen visions of their kind potentially integrating with a group of Force Sensitives in the future. Bringing their people to great heights. And within it all, they would remember Persephone was the one who had done that. Yes, they wouldn't forget her, like they had forgotten the one that came before... The one she killed.

Perhaps that was why she was so paranoid someone was out to kill her... Guilt? No, it couldn't have been that. The Wards on the narrow entrance into the large area alerted, glowing a dim red, and causing Persephone's heart to jump. Here they came now, intent on killing her. She darted from her bed with inhumane speed, reaching out and grasping the White & Red hilt of a weapon from the gnarled open mouth of a statue, unclipping the sheath and drawing the large katana with a growl. Turning to face the entrance with her fangs bared. They think they can kill me in my sleep? Come try it, I'll kill every last one of y-...

No... No she had invited the other. The child she had met yesterday... Alina was it? Alina Tremiru . What a tragedy to be embraced, and yet have none to answer the multitude of questions that presented themselves? That was why the other was coming, not to kill her...

She calmed, fangs receding. Wiping her nose off, and sheathing the weapon back within its holding place. Left hand raising and dropping the ward to allow the other entry. Herself moving to stand in regal fashion, arms slightly away from herself, presenting herself to the other, with the whites of her eyes bloodshot and red. She definitely didn't look her usual self, but it would be up to Alina to decipher why, or what was wrong with the woman.

Alina Tremiru

 

[Alina Tremiru]

This was.. Odd. Certainly not the thing she expected to see. A coven. The last she saw had imprisoned the man who became her sire, and were promptly killed by the man before she was changed. That, and they ate people. Really ate them. She hated it. Right off the bat everything about it, devouring people, erasing them from their lives, she hated. But what was she going to do? These were, ultimately, her people.

At least they were now.

She stepped into the room, blinking slowly as she watched Persephone Ambrosia . What.. Was she doing?

"Alright. I'm here. Let's talk."

 

[Persephone Ambrosia]

This one was particularly to the point, wasn't she? Persephone rolled her eyes slightly, lowering her arms and turning to chuckle to herself. She wanted to talk? About what? Had Persephone said she had something to talk to her about? She couldn't remember. Perhaps it would've been wise to not blow her own head off before meeting people for important things. Also, what did it matter exactly. She decided the best option was to get to the point, and perhaps get Alina onto something she may have been more interested in.

"Talk..."

She said, the chemical reaction in her brain hitting her again, and causing her to lay back on her bed with a sigh. Convulsing ever so lightly, but trying to pay rapt attention to the other.

Alina Tremiru

 

[Alina Tremiru]

What the hell.

Alina's brow furrowed further as she watched Persephone Ambrosia lay in her bed. Convulsing? Was she high? Sangnir could get high? A part of her, the addict that drank and partied every night when she was younger, wished she knew this. Normal drink, drugs, they never worked. But, she shook her head from such thoughts. Instead, the woman crossed her arms over her chest, looking more annoyed.

"You're high. This is a waste of time."

 

[Persephone Ambrosia]

TAG: Alina Tremiru



What Alina said might've missed Persephone had she not been in the latter moments of her mental alteration, but struck her true, and caused the Ancient Lich's heart to pang once. Yet not with embarrassment, or humor, but rage. Causing the other to raise from that bed with an unfathomable quickness. Perched on the edge, Sclera bathed in blood, with a set of dark blue orbs in the middle practically staring through Alina.

This little bird had a mighty chirp, but she had broken bigger beaks for less in the past.

"Then perhaps you have forgotten why it was you came.

She offered in retort, raising from that bed with serpentine grace before taking solid and full steps towards the other woman and easily looming just a foot in front of her, now she could see how high Persephone was up close. Finger jutting forward, stuck pointedly in the others face, Persephone started on her.

"Understand this, pup you are encroaching on my Karking time; with opened palms, not clasped ones... Seeking to learn"

A light shake was given to her head, a frankly royal set of fangs briefly visible from behind her porcelain lips. Her voice then becoming slightly raspy with intent a dominant hiss erupting as she spoke while her very body seemed slightly warped. If she wasn't already intimidating the feral nature that seemed to grasp her in the moment was worthy of a moment to reconsider combat.

"Not teach. So, lose the attitude, or I'll open you. Barely aware of what you are, and enter my p-. Private chambers of all with judgment and insult? Mind your step here Alina, lest I perceive Blood in the Water."

Persephone extended her hands to her sides just lightly looming away from her form, but readily available for other purposes. She wouldn't baby the other, nor sugarcoat their current places in the scheme of things. She suspected this one was used to command. Embraced, and uprooted from their normal lives, seeking a way to rationalize now.

Well, Persephone would teach her, and even let her choose her next topic; though her reaction might illicit one more rounded in humility, or pain. Maybe both.