Blood of My Blood [Snowflake]

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

Aboard the Judgement​

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There was a disturbance in the Force. He'd felt it for some time, now - there was something wrong with... something. It just didn't feel right. He couldn't say whether it was with himself or someone else, or even some thing. But something was wrong. For months he had done his duty to his Queen, tending to her army and training them to better serve her from a young age. He had obeyed her command to the letter, as he always had and always would. There was nothing else for him in life, or even in death. He was to serve her, his beloved.

The Ashborn disembarked the shuttle as it landed within the massive hangar aboard the Tulak Hord-class Star Destroyer. Clad in his heavy suit of armour worn beneath black robes he walked with terrifying strides past the many guards, who all knew better than to stand in his way to demand that he show his identity. He was as feared as he was respected among the men, yet he could care less what these mongrels think of him. Their master, on the other hand... she meant the world to him, as did her opinion of him.

"Where is she?" he asked the lieutenant. "She's..." came a trembling voice. "Where is she!" he commanded. Without a word the cowardly man merely pointed in the direction, and the Ashborn set off with quickened pace. In her chambers, no doubt. As he neared her location, he grew ever calmer and his pace returned to normal. She'd always had that effect on him. She'd always been the only one who could tame him - control him.

With a hand outstretched he knocked on the door, gently. "My Queen, I am here at your request. Is something the matter?"

[member="Adiara Drelas"]

 

[Lief]

[I know, I know, this isn't Kara's account but.... Kara's account hath been transformed. Deal with it. It's just one final RP.]

She was sitting within her chambers when he came to her, against the ground as opposed to any form of seat. The room was stark and bare, even more so than usual, with a small bed and dresser being the only adorning features. The Sith Lord was the same by comparison, her face had become gaunt and the eyes which had always been icy brilliant blue were dull, parts of the iris' turning orange and yellow and red. A change had come over her, she did not look to be herself. She looked withered and aged.

When Thyrian interrupted her deep meditations, Kära gently lifted her head to stare upon him. There was no emotion, no depth to her gaze. Yet she acknowledged him all the same with a subtle nod and then a gesture for him to join her on the ground. Without waiting to see what he did, the woman closed her eyes once again. If Thyrian came close enough, he'd be able to see various cuts and marks marring her skin, as well as a thin band of leather about her throat which seemed odd considering Kära's loathing of unnecessary adornments.

Not a single word was said by her to him. Instead a corrupting malice began to exert from the core of her being as she sunk deeper into meditation.

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

The room held an eerie aura, as did its owner. She looked as she was decaying, like she hadn't eaten for days. It terrified even him; he who had seen death twice yet stood and walked amongst the living. He noticed the marks upon her skin, almost looking like they were self-inflicted. Why? "Kära...?" he attempted to make contact with her, stepping inside the room. She said nothing, which only had him more worried. He got on his knees before her within arm's reach. "Kära!" he yelled, grabbing her by the shoulders and giving her a light shaking. "Master, answer me! Who did this to you?"

 

[Lief]

Finally, he coaxed words from her... However short lived they might have been.

"Do.Not.Touch.Me."

Her eyes did not open, no part of her body moved save for the subtle motions of her lips as she harshly breathed those four words. But mentally? The woman recoiled at the touch. Not because she found him disdain but because he was too much of a reminder of what had been, of what had been lost. Of the torment within her mind.

Slowly, carefully even, Kära lifted both of her hands from her side and settled them to each side of her head, resting the fingertips to her temples. With a soft intake of air the woman opened her eyes and fixated them upon him. Toxic, corrupted, dead.

"Be gone."

In her mind, Kära had never summoned Thyrian... Even if her natural reaction to all that had happened was to crave and call for the one stable part of her life, the giant who had been beside her through the toughest of her trials.

Even as she told him to leave, one hand shot out and grasped the outer-robe of his attire.

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

Even now she would not allow him to touch her. Acting on instinct, he removed his hands from her naked shoulders and lowered his head in a submissive stance. "Forgive me, my Queen..." He sighed, not daring to look her in those disease-ridden eyes of hers. Then came the command to leave, which caused him to lock gazes with her nonetheless. In his first-ever act of defiance, however small it may seem, he shook his head in refusal. "No, Snowflake. I cannot leave you like this."

Her hand grabbed his black robes and, again on instinct, Thyrian settled a hand upon hers. "I'm here for you, little one. I'll always be here for you." His fingertips traced the cuts upon her arm. "Kära... who did this?"

 

[Lief]

Yet again the woman did not say anything. Her head dropped, jaw setting as she refused to divulge any information. Without thinking, the woman removed her hold of his clothes and swatted his hand away from her. In the same moment, the dainty little Sith Lord released a colossal blast of the Force to try and knock him away from her entirely. Something inside her snapped.

"You are dismissed. Leave, and do not return."

Then she rose from the ground, her movements shaky and uneasy as if she might fall down at any moment. As if she had not moved in weeks. Sensing he had yet to move, the woman suddenly rounded on him, her always-quiet voice rising in volume.

"I said GO, I don't want you here any more!"

The second she had spoken the world span, and Kära fell beneath her own weight once again. She had failed herself, she knew, the day she submitted.

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

He was knocked back by her sudden burst of Force energy, yet he would not leave her presence. "You don't mean that", he told her in disbelief. "You are not yourself!" She then rose to her feet, slowly as if in a trance, and her voice grew louder than he had ever heard before. She never raised her voice, not even when others would at her. "I will not", he told her once again, now more decisive and equal to her ferocity.

And then she fell.

Thyrian immediately went for her, picking her up off the floor. "I was supposed to take care of you. That was my one purpose - you made it so, Snowflake. I have failed you."

 

[Lief]

"I don't need your pity, I don't want your service; be gone, Ashborn. It's over."

By the time Kära was done speaking her voice had become almost non-existent. As had the fire and the anger both. With a shake of her head, the woman violently recoiled from his touch and pried herself free from his grasp when he sought to lift her right back up.

"Go and find your brother" she finally ordered him, and before the man could look at her and say otherwise the woman vanished - immersing herself into the Force to render herself unseen to the naked eye.

She could have left, then. She could have exited the vessel through the door which was still open and Thyrian would have been helpless to stop her.

Instead she found herself staring at the giant of a man, had things been different she knew his kind heart would have led him far from the Sith. But she had been the one who had made it so he couldn't, made it so he had to stay. She had forced him into submission, and he had craved more and more...

And now he had no way out.

Unless she gave him it.

Stepping somewhat closer, the woman simply watched him; her breath was held while she did so, not wanting him to know that she was still there. She wanted to see the real Ashborn for one last time. Because she knew in her heart of hearts that Thyrian would see to her final command. He would seek out his brother as she had quite blatantly instructed him to.

Kära would not allow herself to ruin another life.

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

"My brother? Why? Where?" He was confused beyond measure, yet it was nothing compared to when she then suddenly disappeared. She was nowhere to be found. "K-Kära...? Don't go... I can't...!" Utter despair now held him firmly in its grasp, not knowing what to do or how to handle her sudden disappearance. Had she abandoned him yet again, left him to wither and die from a lack of purpose? Was this all a sick game to her, playing with his well-known love for her?

Something snapped in the Ashborn. Once he was a walking inferno with fire in his veins instead of blood. He felt like he could become so again.

His despair was overtaken by a suppressed state of complete rage, a part of him so prominent in the past that had been drowned beneath the influx of every other emotion upon his resurrection. Sat on his knees in the middle of his master's chambers, and with no master to be seen, he erupted into pure fiery rage. Flames began to lick his skin, consuming him as he rose to a stand. It didn't take long for him to become utterly engulfed in the fire fueled by his rage and frustration, and for the first time in years he had resumed the visage of his true self.

His body emitted an aura hot enough to burn any living thing in his presence, and as his fiery persona reached its peak a tidal wave of fire engulfed the room, yet he did not let anything within the room catch fire. He had that much control over it. A powerful roar echoed down the many hallways leading to the chamber, capable of terrifying any man.

 

[Lief]

Without warning, oxygen was sucked from the air. As if it was not enough that Kära had begun to suffocate, the room became engulfed in the Ashborn's fury. While it did not set her alight, the heat of the room caused her temperature to skyrocket. Immediately the woman flickered into full view and dropped down to her knees.

Clutching at her throat, eyes wide and bloodshot, Kära's veins became ridiculously visible and tense, blue lines running along the entirety of her skin.

Even if the Ashborn stopped now, the damage was done. Capillaries had burst, her body had practically cooked from the inside out.

It really was over now.

Kära knew in her heart of hearts that she had just moments left, the pain she felt was unbearable, her skin felt hot and cold both.

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

The *thud* of a body hitting the floor was what made his flames flicker and die out as he realised what had just happened. A state of shock swept over him as he saw the lithe body of his beloved upon the ground. His hands began to tremble uncontrollably and his knees gave way. He collapsed onto the floor right next to Kära, who lay motionless. She was not the only one who found it impossible to breathe.

"Kära..." he whispered. "My little Snowflake..." Thyrian plucked her off the floor into his arms and held her close, cradling her against his chest. "W-what have I done? Kära, please... say something. You can't leave me. What is an Ashborn without his Queen?" Every word spoken was a stutter and barely audible. Tears had begun to form and now made their way down his cheeks. These were no tears of molten rock, but human tears.

"You are my everything, little one. I love you. I have always loved you." His tears fell onto her pale skin, yet more had already taken their place.

 

[Lief]

Kära lay there, expression contorted in pain and distress. When he touched her the woman bit back a scream of pain and her eyes rolled back, body trembling in his arms. Her lips moved, but for the first few moments no words escaped her. The room was cooler now, like the calm following a storm. She shivered, feeling hot and cold all over until she realised she could not feel anything at all. Finally murmured words escaped her cracked lips, breathless and airy.

"F-Fate was unkind to you" she offered, with a pained smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "You could have been... So much more."

Her eyes closed, it was becoming ever more difficult to cling onto what remained of her living state.

"Find y-your brother, it's not t-too late for you, Thyrian. Do this, b-but not for me. Do this for yourself."

With one final shaking exhale of air the woman fell limp in his arms.

 

[Thyrian Hearthfire]

Thyrian could do nothing but weep, and once she had spoken he managed a slight nod. When she fell limp in his arms, his breath caught in his throat and he could not even cry. Her head rested against his arm, lifeless. Breathless. Holding her against his chest, he settled a hand upon her cheek, tracing her features with his fingertips. His thumb brushed against those lips of hers that would never utter another command to her protector. Even now she looked beautiful to him. She always had since the moment he first saw her almost 20 years ago.

"Snowflake..." he sobbed before leaning forward to place his lips upon hers. Tears kept streaming down his cheeks onto hers. Soothing, blue flames appeared around them both as their lips met for the first time, and for the last time. She remained true to her virtues into the last, allowing no emotional attachments to anyone. Not even he who loved her above all. Thyrian eventually pulled himself away from her, then rose to his feet with her still in his arms. The blue flames continued to wrap themselves around the two even as he walked out the room while carrying her.

The hallway was all but empty, with only a lone officer stumbled upon the titan and his queen. Without even looking his way, Thyrian spoke. "Gather everyone in the main hangar. Prepare a shuttle." The officer could do little but give him a hesitant nod before running off. As soon as he was left alone to wander the halls with his dead master, tears resumed trailing down his cheeks. She would be given a proper send-off by the people who served her. It was the least he could do.

It didn't take long for every available personnel to attend the vigil at the main hangar. The shuttle was already preparing to leave, its ramp lowered. Along the sides stood the men and women who had served her faithfully, their heads bowed as the Ashborn appeared still carrying Lady Kyros like she weighed nothing. Still she was as delicate as a snowflake, to him. The short walk towards the shuttle was the longest walk of his life, and as he reached the ramp he set her down onto the stretcher which had been provided and would keep her secure during the journey. [member="Darth Arcis"] would soon receive a devastating message as well as his daughter's remains.

As the stretcher was brought onboard and the ramp was slowly raised, the Ashborn remained stood where he was to catch his final glimpse of the only woman he would ever love. Only when the shuttle had taken off and left the hangar did the others return to their duties, yet Thyrian remained in silence. Once he was alone he slumped to the floor, hoping and praying that fate would take him too. But fate would not claim him on that day, nor the day after. His life was now his own, for the first time since his creation at the hands of the Sith.

Kära Vidreya's story had come to an end. The Ashborn's story had only just begun.

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Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T5jzQW1qmlE​

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[Lief]

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The end of an era.​