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Creation Is An Act of Sheer Will
She had taken the exlixir, and then made a confession, remarking about how she had tried to not only invade the receses of his mind, but to also take that information. The Lord of Life was accustom to those who tried to dip their tendrils into his skull and weed out the secrets therein. Though no one had ever admitted to doing so, nor seemed to have a shred of contrition. Though he suspected that this confessio was probably another part of her web, and so caution remained. When she revealed her namsake, he became rather intrigued. A Keto? Was she perhaps a great descendant of Aleema? Deciding to lighten the mood he prusued this.
"Keto, as in the family of Aleema Keto. That I must say.. is unexpected. I know full well the tale of Aleema and Ulic Qel Droma. Truly I did not know they had children, though even the Jedi of the time knew they were lovers."

The Former Archon saw another droid carrying a tray of steaming hot cocoa, looking down one of slopes he saw one of those titans of wood that once were rooted all over Korriban, perhaps this was seed of Nursot, the sacred tree of the Sith. Calling to the droid with his hand he said to Sahira Keto Sahira Keto ,
"Would you accompany me there beneath the Great Tree? They are rarity on Korriban and I would like to have some more privacy."
The Droid came over and he pointing down the crown of limbs that stretched to the sky in adoration. Hemorpheus then coming to Sahira offered his hand to escort her there.
He knew he was playing with fire, as wood was carried by a droid down before the mighty tree, and some chairs of finest velvel cloth and black legs. The Krath he knew had the power to wrap men's hearts, as once Qel Droma was ensnared. Though if Hemorpheus was honest, he did not mind if this was a trap. His soul was tired of pain.. maybe some pleasure would come from losing himself in this flirtation. Though as he took her hand he saw the image of Ana in his mind, and made a fist with his free hand as they prepared to head down to the Child of Nursot.
 
To the Witch's great suprise, this Sith was well informed. He knew of her family and the cursed Qel Droma who had betrayed her ancestor and left her with child.
"You have heard of her.. most outside the Krath know nothing of us.. you must be a historian."
She felt her heart flutter, nothing was quite so pleasing as to hear the mention of Krath kindred, in a galaxy that tended to pay more heed to dark lords and the paladins of peace. When he suggested they go down to the great Oak, she nodded with a sly smile, her black lips being licked by the tip of her tongue, she then offering her hand began to be escorted down some stairs to the snow itself. Her dress hovering over the grains of flakes, all white in their splendor. Already droids were making a fire for them, and seats were placed so that when she let go of his hand she sat beneath those branches that were outstretched, as if beckoning them. Rubbing her metal hand across the wood of a limb near, she heard it creak and respond. The Krath often used woods in their craft. She wondered if it were possible to take one of these, one about to fall perhaps and take it back to Teta.

As she got comfortable in her chair, the branches offering shelter due to their multitude from any snowfall, she gave this Man of Science a glance that gave away intent. She had become aroused by his knowledge of her people, there was no mistake about that, and now this romantic scene, private was the final piece. Sahira was beginning if he was using his own craft? Was this some attempt to bespell her? Though impenetrable was his mind, her heart was an open book, she could feel his pain, it was scrumptious. The truth is pain was the Krath Way, she had since child hood gone through the harsh trials of becoming a Witch in the service of her Queen. Though the scars she sensed in him was of a different kind, they had the hallmarks of the most potent magic of all.. love. She had never known such enchantment, all the consorts on her home world were vying for power, to climb the ladder of power, as they should. This was different, he was making himself vulnerable by removing them from the party. She could if she so wished strike him with her sorcery and perhaps divine his mind while he slept.

Instead Sahira choose not to violate the enjoyment of this experience. She could feel his heart beat, elevated as hers was, and no doubt if something were to happen, if passion did form between them, he would be burying his pain in her. The truth is she would be doing the same in him. She shifted in her seat as her mind considered what his torso without that burgundy armor looked like. Her Krath Mother had scolded her for such feelings, but she was not here...

TAG: Darth Hemorpheus Darth Hemorpheus
 




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[VIBES]​


"You look lovely, my Lady. Ethereal and enchanting, if I may be so bold as to say."

You may, she responded cheerfully into the woman's mind.

A'Mia leaned closer, this time something of her emotional state showed in her eyes - was it mischief? Intrigue? There was no real way for Revna Revna to know but in truth the strange neti shared somewhat in the opinion of Darth Caedes Darth Caedes . The near-human had certainly brought something new and powerful to the overall blend of Korriban's "who's who", though she was of course still fairly new to them all. As was her way, A'Mia sought to study the woman to better understand how best to form connection with her and how best to reach mutual gain in their knowing of each-other. The woman offered Revna a hand formally as a new dark and moody piano song started up.

"Dance with me! Before the night parts our paths once more..."

Revna would find the woman was a highly skilled and trained dancer, hitting every beat and leading their movements effortlessly. The tall botanical stepped and swayed and sped their circular momentum as the song reached its crescendo, clearly not shy about close contact nor afraid to be bold in the pace she set. Soon the song drew near a close and one last rise of the beat had A'Mia pull Revna in very close indeed, so close she could smell Zeilla flowers and the sharp scent of fire lily intermingled with the deep, rich scent of newly turned soil. Then she was spinning Revna away, releasing her into the crowd, into the arms of a stranger.

 
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"To be nameless is to be limitless."
—Darth Caedes
, ruminations...


Outer Rim Space
Korriban
Tags— Revna Revna Madrona A’Mia Madrona A’Mia


Caught mid-spin, Revna glided into the arms of a stranger. Stepping out from behind pairs of swaying dancers he was there, wearing silk and wrapping his arm round her waist, steadying her with a gentle grip. His pale Kage visage seemed to match the ice of the dance's cavern, striking against the glow of crystalline lights. The rich, resinous scent of pine sap emanated from him, subtle, mingling with the cool air and the smells of sweat from so many dancing bodies. His eyes, pastel green pools and luminous like twin moons, fell to meet hers, glimmering and somehow familiar.

Then, leaning in, he whispered close to her ear.
"It's me," he said, the words resonating softly both aloud and telepathically in her mind.​
The mental echo carried his unmistakable presence—heated and mixed with barely restrained intensity, a hungry flame withheld so as not to scorch the Lady Revna.

Without breaking stride, he spun her seamlessly into the rhythm of the dance, leading her into the flow of the crowd where they could vanish between blank faces and the whispered words between dancing pairs. His movements were fluid, intentional, yet bore the cadence of a warrior rather than a courtier, guiding her in a manner both assertive and vigilant of her whims and inputs. The ambient music swelled, its haunting piano and melancholic strings seeming as if written to the steps of King Caedes, lilting as they swayed. Each step, each turn, carried them deeper into the crowds, the anonymity of the masses forming a cocoon of privacy for them and them alone.


 




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Korriban

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Ivalyn stood at the edge of the icy cavern entrance, her fur-lined cloak shielding her from the biting winds of Korriban's mountain-top night. The air hummed with an undercurrent of energy as the faint pulse of drums and melodies reached her ears, emanating from the labyrinthine tunnels below. Her nephew had already disappeared into the crowd, his animated gestures suggesting lively conversation with a Zabrak and a Cathar. For now, she watched from a distance, a shadow against the glittering frost.

Her eyes scanned the performers, dancers, and the mingling masses. The shimmering crystals reflected the kaleidoscope of lights within, casting dazzling patterns across the walls and the faces of those gathered. She found herself lingering on the movements of the dancers—fluid, purposeful, yet deeply primal. Each motion carried echoes of the past, a tether to the ancient Sith philosophy that once dominated this desolate world. She felt a quiet reverence for the spaces, steeped in history, where even warring Sith had laid down their animosities in the name of sacred expression.

Ivalyn's gaze lingered on a few individuals of note—a dignitary by their elaborate attire, a masked figure whose presence radiated an unsettling calm, and a cloaked man whose fluid movements hinted at Force mastery even as he swayed to the rhythm of the dance. Despite herself, curiosity stirred within her. What drew her nephew to this world, to these traditions that merged raw emotion with controlled precision? Did he see the dance as more than spectacle? Did it whisper to him of strength, of unity, or something deeper?

As the wind carried faint strains of music and laughter to her ears, Ivalyn tightened her cloak and stepped forward, descending into the illuminated tunnels. The sacred spaces of the caves seemed to embrace her, the warmth of torchlight and the heady rhythm drawing her in. Perhaps, tonight, she might find answers—not only about her nephew but about the pull of Korriban itself. Whether it was fear, fascination, or something in between, she would confront it here, beneath the sparkling ice and the haunting melodies of a culture that never truly faded.

Ivalyn's fell to a particular group, Madrona A’Mia Madrona A’Mia Revna Revna and Darth Caedes Darth Caedes among others. Lodd Grimmin Lodd Grimmin and his entourage certainly drew her attention as a soft, polite incline of her head would be the sole acknowledgment the Neimodian would receive.



 

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She was late, and not fashionably so. Kivah had heard school dance and lost interest. Bad punch, hands on waist, slow sway dancing with a foot between was definitely not her scene. Then she'd learned the truth of it. 'Rave' had perked her ears up, so had 'alcohol' and 'adult rooms and gambling.' Things that put awkward dances with sixteen-somethings out of her mind. This called for a special outfit, one from her party days of couch-surfing across the Corporate Sector.

First she'd pulled on a pair of black leather pants so tight the muscles of her legs could be seen flexing as she walked, strategic cuts down the legs were laced shut just enough to leave skin showing through. Above them, she wore a white corset cinched tight that left her back and shoulders bare but covered this with a crop top leather jacket with a long fringe across her back and down each arm to the elbow. To finish off the outfit, Kivah added a red headband for color which also kept her feathered hair out of her eyes, and stomped her feet into black curb-stompers she left only partially laced. There. She checked herself out in the mirror. Probably not the usual attire for a school dance, she felt like toning it down for the youngsters had killed the vibe somewhat. But no way was she going to go shopping for some froufrou dress.

The Maia racing swoop took her high into the mountains as she wove through the other traffic still trickling up to the caves before she left it up next to the entrance. No way was anybody else handling it but her.

Leather pants creaked around her thighs as she strutted into the ice decorated dance caverns. All sorts of people were here to her eye, many better dressed than her. None of interest, she thought. Nobody to cut loose with and have a good time that wouldn't look down on her for wanting to. She tisked out the corner of her mouth and considered raiding the bar and finding one of those gambling games when someone did catch her eye. Tall and undulating with playful power. Kivah knew it was a bad idea, but tonight seemed like a good night for those.

Grinning to herself, Kivah stalked her way through the crowds of students and guests. They seemed to part for her as she stalked her way through the people to the purple xeno with muscles to rival her own. Along the way, she tried to think of what to say. What did one say to break the ice with a force of nature? Probably something nice but not clichéd. Suddenly they were there, face-to-face, as a new song started. "How do you do it?" She found herself asking as her right hand snaked past the belt Domina Prime Domina Prime wore to pull her into the first spin of a dance. Taking what she wanted with a boldness all of her own, as her off-hand took hold of one of Dima's right two to lead her in dance. "That charming blend of nobility and innocence? It's far more than the raw power and danger you exude." Tall as they both were, Kivah didn't have far to tilt her head to whisper into the other woman's pointy ear. "Half the room is intoxicated by you. Like prey subconsciously watching the shadows."

They'd met and talked before, but the bold move still left her heart pounding in her chest. Kivah almost couldn't believe her own audacity. This felt like the first time she'd taken combat stims, or raced a swoop through the streets and into the edge gun battles and cage fighting had given her. This moment was certainly no less thrilling.

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//: Lucette Lucette //: Eira Dyn Eira Dyn //:


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Was this the end of the universe?

No? It felt like it.
Dramatic? Probably.

Teenagers.

Viers groaned into the wall; nothing was making her feel better. The laughter that echoed around her on top of the music just made her feel more distraught. What had she done wrong? Did she misunderstand their interactions? Viers sighed again, a hand reaching up and wiping the tears from her face.

A voice echoed in her mind, one that she recognized. Having a firm mental fortitude, she really didn't understand anything being said beyond being stood up, and they were missing out. Viers whined, pushing her face harder against the column, "No, I'm missing out. Lucy is a Princess." Viers stomped her feet a few times in place as she threw the small tantrum. This must have been her fault; she must have done something wrong, but nothing made sense when she thought it over.

Giving up on the wall, Viers pulled away enough so her forehead could rest. At the same time, she decided to try to reread the messages between them. Was it her bad grammar? Misspellings? She had been practicing on the side, but maybe it was that? Maybe she was too stupid to keep someone like Lucy interested. Interested in what, though? Friendship? Was this all about friendship? Another confusing thought was that none of her other friends made her chest hurt like Lucy did. It wasn't a bad hurt either, but this moment was a bad one.

Another distraught groan from the Corellian as she turned and slid back down the ice stalagmite. Butt tucked and back supported, her arms rested on her knees as she scrolled through the countless messages. "Why don't you like me too?" Viers mumbled to herself. While the teenager angst over a girl who didn't even know how the Corellian felt, another seemed to be having a terrible time, too. A sharp voice echoed over the music and laughter; it was demanding and just as painful as Viers felt. Eyes glanced over her comm device and watched as Eira was trying to order alcohol.

Viers raised an eyebrow; she didn't think this was one of those parties. Most of the time, the parties, especially on Jutrand, were what they called 'dry.' Students, of course, snuck stuff in, but Viers never partook. She drank once, and it didn't end very well. Before she could think, Viers shouted to Eira, "We're not supposed to have that!" The last thing she needed was one of her classmates, especially one in a lower caste, making a fool of themselves on Korriban. Viers returned to her doom scrolling, as she made small whining noises at each <3 And ;] she came across.

In the final moments of her frustration, she started to drop the device on her forehead. Nothing made sense, and all she wanted to do was crawl into a hole while continuing to leak from her eyes.

Against her better judgment, Viers sent another message to Lucy.

Wear r u? :[​
 









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Outfit: Suit | Sneakers
Tags: Abishai Jade Abishai Jade | Iskendyr Yvarro Iskendyr Yvarro | Naamino Zuukamano Naamino Zuukamano | Micah tol Powl Micah tol Powl Open




Her eyes narrowed at the little man before her as he refused her attempt at extortion with a smart-ass remark. This is why thugs had evented kneecapping she thought to herself. Her cane dropped back to her side; she looked at it, contemplating doing that very thing just to teach him a lesson, but she didn't. He just started to wander off and that should have been the end of it. But instead, she just followed behind him like a creepy stalker as he moved to some other performers. "Hey, I'm not done with you!"

"I am not with the tuition board; I am head of the student union, and I don't believe you have paid your dues."
As she said it, she had an epiphany that the student union would be a great prison gang name. She would need some henchmen though; she might have to start recruiting but that was a matter for another time to contemplate. "You got one hell one hell of a smart mouth. I think I am going to call you mouth from now on."

As he watched the other performers she looked around back towards the ariel dancers, where she saw Pretty Boy Iskendyr Yvarro Iskendyr Yvarro through the crowds of people. As always eyes were all on him, it was hard to look away. His uniform on top of that was striking and made him really stand out, a smile almost crossed Maiza's face but she quickly stopped it from forming. Then she saw who he was with, the boys Horny and The Cat which kind of soured her mood.

Until she saw those two, she almost forgot what she was even doing. She turned back to kid she was picking on. "Hey mouth." She tipped up her cane and poked him in the back of the knee with it. "I tell you what, I will forgo your dues and leave you alone if do something for me." The wheels were churning in her head as she formulated another objective.




 
Yeah, but I am more than done with you, horn-head.

Abishai had moved on to watch a troop of male dancers that writhed and contorted themselves to the music. Something within the young man moved. It was not a sight that he expected to stir him so. Abishai was unsure what to make of it, but found the red suited girl to be a welcome distraction from this newfound and strange-to-him experience.

"You are correct. I didn't pay my dues," he said with a fixed gaze on the girl. She was taller than him. Most his age were. the insecurity of not knowing if her would grow any taller nagged at him. Being rude to rude people was an easy vent for his frustrations.

"You are head of the student union?" he said with a dismissive wave. He looked her over. Sure, she had some pleasantness to her form. But she had this aggressive non-compliance that just permeated every aspect of her.

"If you are in charge of the student union then I am the Emperor," he said smugly.

And then she made her mistake. Her eyes wandered. He grinned at how obvious she was being. Was it the fellow horn-head that she was gawking at? No. Though he was pretty. What? Abishai cast off the thought. Was it the cat-kid? Those legs just out there for all to enjoy. What? Or was it the handsome blonde guy? What is wrong with you?

Abishai sniffed the air. Was there something being released into the air to make people have these...feelings?

His leg buckled with her tap of the back of his knee, and Abishai's thoughts were torn back into the moment. He glared death at her for daring to touch him. But listened to her nonetheless. If she had intentions towards one of those guys, then he needed to find a way to ruin it. Put her in her place.

"I would do it if you just offered to leave me alone," he said with a shrug.

Maiza Vex Maiza Vex
Referencing: Naamino Zuukamano Naamino Zuukamano Micah tol Powl Micah tol Powl Iskendyr Yvarro Iskendyr Yvarro
 
Lucette sat stiffly in her seat, her fingers tapping an erratic rhythm on the armrest. The shuttle's soft hum did little to mask her mounting frustration as the traffic delay stretched endlessly. Through the viewport, the cold, barren landscapes around Odacer-Faustin blurred into a monotony that only added to her irritation.

Her holo flickered again, the spotty service teasing her with the faintest connection before vanishing entirely. She let out a sharp huff, glaring at the device as though sheer willpower could fix the problem. "Ancients above, what is wrong with Mandalorian infrastructure? You'd think with all their bluster about strength and efficiency, they'd manage a decent comm network!"

"Luce, it's not like shouting at the holo will fix it," Vikar piped up, his tone a mix of exasperation and amusement as he glanced over from the seat across the aisle. His younger sister Aleya nodded in agreement, though she kept her eyes fixed on the datapad in her lap, clearly trying to tune out the tension.

"That's not the point!" Lucy snapped, rounding on him. "If we'd left on time—" She shot a glare at Kaivaan, who was doing his best to disappear into his seat. "—I'd already be on the dance floor with Viers. Instead, we're stuck in the middle of nowhere because someone couldn't put a book down!"

Kaivaan winced at the verbal jab but didn't respond, his shoulders hunched as he stared intently at the floor. "I said I was sorry," he mumbled, though it did little to placate Lucy.

"Oh, you're sorry? Wonderful! I'll be sure to tell that to the organizers when we arrive halfway through the last song of the night!" She threw her hands up in dramatic exasperation, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Lucette," Aleya interjected quietly, her tone as calm as she could manage. "Getting worked up isn't going to make the traffic move any faster."

Lucy let out another frustrated sigh, crossing her arms as she leaned back in her seat. "I know," she muttered, though her scowl didn't soften. "I just—this was supposed to be perfect. And now it's all ruined because—"

"Because I'm a disaster," Kaivaan finished, cutting her off with a rare bit of self-deprecation. He glanced at her hesitantly, his expression sheepish. "I get it, okay? I messed up. But you're not going to miss the whole thing. These events go all night. You'll have your chance to dance with her."

Lucy blinked at him, momentarily disarmed by his sincerity. She hesitated, then sighed again, her tone softening. "Fine. But if we miss anything important, you're paying for my shoes."

Kaivaan looked at her with wide eyes. "Your shoes? Why my—"

"Because they're expensive," she shot back, though there was a faint hint of a smile tugging at her lips now.

Vikar snorted, leaning back in his seat. "Well, at least you two are entertaining. This is the most excitement we've had all trip."

Aleya rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, "I can't believe we're related to any of you."

The shuttle jolted slightly as the engines hummed louder, signaling movement. Lucy sat up straighter, her annoyance momentarily forgotten. "Finally," she said, relief evident in her voice. "Now, let's just hope we make it in time."

Kaivaan sank further into his seat, muttering something about never leaving late again, while Vikar and Aleya exchanged knowing glances, silently agreeing that Luce and Kai were a never-ending source of drama.


Lucette's holo buzzed faintly in her lap, and her heart leapt at the sight of Viers' name on the screen. She quickly opened the message, reading the simple yet devastating text:


Where are you?


"Oh no," she whispered, her fingers flying over the keypad as she started to type. "Viers, I'm so sorry! We're stuck in traffic, I swear it wasn't my fault—well, okay, partially my fault because I made Kaivaan late by throwing books at him—but that's not important right now, and—"

Before she could finish, Vikar leaned over with a gleeful smirk, snatching the device out of her hands. "Let's see what we have here," he said, his tone dripping with mischief. "Oh, look! Little Lucy is texting her girlfriend!"

"Vikar!" Lucette shrieked, lunging for the holo, but her older cousin held it out of reach, laughing as he scrolled through her frantic message.

"'Viers, I'm so sorry!'" Vikar read aloud in an exaggerated, singsong voice. "'It's all Kaivaan's fault, not mine, I promise!' Oh, this is rich. Should I add some hearts? Maybe a little—"

Aleya, sitting next to him, rolled her eyes and deftly snatched the device from his hand. "Grow up, Vikar," she said sharply, turning to hand the holo back to Lucette.

Lucette grabbed it with a relieved huff, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Thank you, Aleya. At least one of you has a soul."

Vikar crossed his arms, glaring at his twin. "You're no fun," he muttered. "I was just trying to lighten the mood."

"By humiliating her?" Aleya shot back, arching a brow. "Try harder next time."

Meanwhile, Kaivaan was hunched in his seat, holo pressed to his ear as he spoke in a hushed tone. "Yes, Grandmother, we're still stuck... No, I don't think we'll make it on time unless... Really? You can do that?" He glanced up at Lucette. "She's calling someone who can clear the route. We might be moving soon."

Lucette let out a shaky sigh of relief, quickly finishing her message to Viers:


Viers! I'm so sorry, we're stuck in traffic near Odacer-Faustin. Kaivaan made us late, but Grandmother is fixing it now. I promise I'll be there as soon as I can!
Hitting send, she turned to glare at Vikar. "If you ever pull something like that again, I'll be the one throwing books at you next time."

"Noted," Vikar replied with a smirk, though the slight flush in his cheeks suggested he might actually take her threat seriously.

Aleya leaned back with a satisfied sigh. "Good. Now that that's settled, let's hope Grandmother's plan works. I, for one, would like to get out of this shuttle before we all lose our minds."

Lucette nodded, clutching her holo tightly as she waited for Viers' reply, her foot tapping nervously against the floor. All she could do now was hope that they'd make it in time—and that Viers would forgive her for the delay.
 
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I Don't Wanna Die, But I Don't Wanna Live Like This


Kivah Kivah | Madrona A’Mia Madrona A’Mia

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LOCATION: Korriban | The Crystal Caves
OBJECTIVE: Dance Dance Revolution


The crystalline caverns seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow, their vibrant hues reflecting the decadence of the Sith gathering. Domina Prime, however, wandered through them with all the grace of a Bantha at an opera. She ducked her head slightly, her five eyes darting about as she took in the crowd of elegantly dressed Sith. The longer she spent among them, the colder she felt—not from the temperature, but from the realization that she was out of her depth.

Her silken dress, while daring and alluring in its own way, suddenly seemed woefully inadequate. Everywhere she looked, Sith women wore flowing gowns of delicate fabrics, embroidered with patterns that glittered like the night sky. Domina's tail swished with a mix of jealousy and self-consciousness, the tip curling as she muttered to herself, "Dima doesn't even know where to buy things like that. This One only has armor, and...this."

She pouted impishly beneath her mask, a quiet whimper of frustration escaping her. The battlefield was simple—predictable even. There were rules in the chaos of war: fight, survive, conquer. But here? Here, Domina felt small, invisible even, as if the vibrant life around her was too grand, too untouchable for a creature like her.

Her claws fidgeted at the hem of her dress as she realized something that twisted her heart in a strange way. She wasn't used to being invited to anything, much less something as refined as this. No, she was usually the one crashing parties, tearing down the walls and throwing the revelers into disarray. This sense of inclusion felt alien and uncomfortable.

Domina's spiraling thoughts were interrupted by a warm, confident voice behind her. "You look radiant and deadly as ever, Dima. Good of you to remind us all that there is a lovely lady beneath all the Beskar."

She gasped audibly and spun around, her tail swishing erratically as her five eyes locked onto the speaker. Madrona A’Mia Madrona A’Mia , a tall and poised Sith with a gown so intricately detailed it seemed to be made of living flowers, smiled at her.

Domina's purple cheeks flushed a bright azure, and she let out a nervous purr. "O-oh wow, oh my! D-Dima? A lady? Y-you really think so? You're not just saying that to make Dima feel less poor, are you?" She shifted on her feet, her voice rising in pitch with each word. Her tail coiled around her dress as she reached out to brush the fabric of A'Mia's gown. "That dress makes you look like a real lady~"

A'Mia laughed softly, the sound warm and genuine as she ventured deeper into the caves.

Domina found herself following A'Mia through the crowd, She stayed close, trying to mimic the Sith woman's grace, but the deeper they ventured into the party, the more people began to cluster around A'Mia. Domina hung back, her tail tightening around her waist like a makeshift comfort blanket as the conversations between sith grew more intricate and layered.

She tried, once or twice, to interject herself, but the words never quite made it out. Her jaw clenched beneath her mask as the voices swirled around her, none of them seeming to notice the awkward, towering xeno who had suddenly become a wallflower.

"This One will just...go now," Domina finally muttered to Madrona A’Mia Madrona A’Mia , her voice cracking slightly. She turned on her heel and made her way to the bar, her steps heavy with defeat.

The bartender froze when her imposing frame loomed over him, his gaze fixed on her Mandalorian mask. "U-uh, what can I get you, miss?" he stammered, holding up a glass.

Domina scoffed, waving the tiny glass away with one hand and pointing to the most colorful bottle on the shelf. "Gimmie that pretty one~" she grumbled, snatching the bottle as soon as he handed it to her.

Peeling off her mask, she threw her head back and took a long swig, the sweet, burning liquid coursing down her throat. She downed more than half the bottle before trudging back toward the dance floor, cradling the rest of the liquor in one of her lower arms.

The music swelled around her, couples twirling gracefully to the rhythm. Domina stood among them, alone, swaying gently as she hugged her massive tail to her chest like a child clutching a stuffed toy. She hummed along to the melody, her voice low and melancholic, the weight of her loneliness pressing down on her.

When the song ended, the silence felt deafening. She stared down at the floor, her tail flicking in agitation. Then a voice broke through her thoughts.

Domina blinked, her five eyes swirling slightly before focusing on the Cathar woman in front of her. Kivah's confidence was disarming as she pulled Domina into a spin, the alien stumbling awkwardly, her tail twitching to regain balance.

"How do you do it?" Kivah Kivah asked, her tone warm yet curious as her hand found its place on Domina's hip, her other hand gently guiding one of Domina's lower arms.

"Huh? D-Do...what?" Domina murmured, her voice soft and hesitant.

"That blend of nobility and innocence," Kivah said, her head tilting slightly, her voice dipping into a low whisper meant only for Domina. "It's far more than the raw power and danger you exude. Half the room is watching you—intoxicated. They can't help but stare, like prey drawn to the shadow of a predator."

Domina's ears twitched, and she let out a soft, bitter laugh. "Oh no, no, nonsense," she replied, her voice trembling. She gestured to herself with a free hand, her claws barely grazing the air. "They're just...afraid of Dima. Not intoxicated."

Her voice wavered, the weight of her insecurities threatening to crush her. "Dima doesn't think she belongs here," she whispered, her tone carrying the ache of someone who had never truly known acceptance. "Some creatures…things like Dima...are only destined for destruction."

Her claws dug lightly into Kivah's shoulders as she pulled the Cathar closer, her massive frame trembling as she rested her head against the other woman's shoulder. She sniffled audibly, her voice breaking as she continued. "Sometimes...Dima wonders what life would be like if This One was normal. Maybe Dima would have more friends. Maybe when Dima's sisters have children, they would let Dima hold a newborn without being afraid of all the ways Dima could break it."

Her tail coiled tightly around her body, a subconscious gesture of self-soothing as she swayed clumsily to the music. She clutched the colorful bottle against her chest with one lower arm, the other three arms gripping Kivah for support.
Her voice dropped to a whisper, barely audible above the music. "But that's just a childish dream, isn't it? This One knows what Dima is. A monster. Just some stupid…thing."

Her five eyes glistened with unshed tears, and as they swayed, her sobbing breaths became shallow and uneven. Even in this moment, held close by another, Domina couldn't shake the crushing loneliness that gnawed at her from within.


 
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She was not expecting to hear A’Mia’s rather upbeat voice in her mind, and she jolted ever so slightly, giving the Neti a playful yet somewhat intrigued look, especially as she leaned forward and closer to Revna and this time something…different shined through those eyes that peered at the smaller and younger Sith. It made Revna narrow her eyes in curious suspicion as she suddenly found herself wanting to know what was going through A’Mia’s mind, even as the Sith Shadow seemed to study Revna. A heartbeat or two passed, before a hand was offered to Revna, as the song around them changed tempo to something moody - and A’Mia beckoned her to dance with her.

Revna internally hesitated for a moment, before she took one last drink of her cocktail, setting it aside and taking A’Mia’s offered hand with a coy smile that reflected in her eyes. She was here to experience and enjoy what it meant to be alive, and she certainly wasn’t going to waste away sitting by and watching others have all the fun.

Don’t mind if I do…” she said to the other Sith woman, her voice a touch low and rumbly in her chest.

At first, Revna was a little bit stiff in her initial dance moves with the Neti; it had been a couple of years since her first, and only, dance - but she was, if anything, a quick learner and within the space of a few heartbeats, she had found a rhythm with the other woman. She let A’Mia lead, following the flow and mood of the song and the effortless movements that made Revna’s heart beat faster, and sent blood coursing through her veins, stirring a simmering fire that was just under the surface. An excited, playful smile flashed over her face as she found herself relaxing, hardly caring with just how close the other woman was to her, how bold the moves and pace were. Revna was drawn in close enough at times to smell clearly the many beautiful floral scents that wrapped around A’Mia. She felt alive in a way she’d never felt before.

Truly, it was an enchanting moment for the young Sith, dancing with a fellow woman of both ethereal and eldritch beauty - and as the song reached its peak and came to a finale, it seemed that the moment would drift away like smoke on the wind and Revna would be returned to the sidelines.

And then A’Mia twirled her and released her into the crowd, and much to her surprise Revna felt herself captured by the arm of another who spun her around so she could see who her new dance partner was. Her eyes, alight with excitement from her dance with the Sith Shadow, landed on the beautiful visage of a man, a Kage - pale and luminous in a way that contrasted to her bold darkness.

Ohh…hello there. she breathed flirtatiously, not bothering to hide the shine of notice that passed over her eyes and her face as she visually took in the one who had her in his gentle grasp, taking in the loose silks and glittering chain adornments he wore, the way the crystalline lights reflected off of exposed skin and rippling muscle. The subtle scent of wounded pine drifted over her, momentarily washing away the scent of sweat and heated bodies that were all around them, causing her mind to grow hazy, her eyelids fluttering until they were half lidded. It was perhaps one of her favorite scents, and she let herself get lost in it for a moment as the man looked down at her with stunning, luminous green eyes that seemed a touch…familiar to Revna. She tilted her head slightly to one side, her gaze narrowing ever so slightly, as she tried to work out why or how he seemed familiar to her.

And then he leaned in close to her ear and told her that he was him, audibly and through the telepathic link that connected them now for the months she had been on Korriban, and there was no mistaking the presence, the identity, the burning intensity, of who this was.

She wasn’t in the arms of a stranger; no…she was in the hold of the King of Korriban himself.

Revna’s eyes widened and heat flooded her face before spreading through the rest of her when she realized that she had flirted with him - before Darth Caedes, in a clever and frankly gorgeous disguise, spun her effortlessly into the crowd around them. There was a moment of hesitation within her, where her mind jammed as she tried to comprehend what was happening.

Was…was this real? Was this actually happening?

Yes, it was. And she could either be reserved about this, retreat into a shy version of herself…or she could be free, and embrace the fiery passion that moved her, that smoldered within.

She had been gifted a moment where she could perhaps reveal hidden things, if she was brave enough. In a moment of clarity, Revna realized that if she hesitated now - then it would become yet another thing she regretted later on. And she was done living with her regrets.

Revna boldly locked gazes with Caedes, almost challenging him with the intensity that glittered in her eyes and the playful, coy smile that tugged at the corners of her lips; it was a window into something deeper that was usually hidden away, as she willingly released her fears and uncertainties into the wind. Revna moved with him in a cadence that embodied two warriors in a dance of grace and assertion, a push and pull between them that was equal parts passion as it was gentleness. The little Sith shifted into the graceful yet fiery creature that she was on the field of battle, calling upon her agility and the sacred dance movements that Lady Talon had taught her as she twirled and spun, her black dress shifting around her like shadows as the lights above glinted off the bejeweled choker around her neck. Those around the two of them ceased to exist; Revna danced, and she danced for him, and no one else.

And when the music shifted into a dark and melodic piece that seemed tailored to the King, she boldly closed the space between them so they could sway to the haunting piano notes that brought her more reflective emotions to the surface and across their tether. She considered concealing or hiding them, but she frankly didn’t want to. The motion and the heat of the dance with A’Mia and now this stunning dance suitor, unlocked a fragrance that Revna had indulged in, activated and released only through intensive movements like dancing or cutting a bloody swathe through one’s enemies. It was a heady, smoky scent - with notes of amber and resin and heated metal. A broody scent to match the dark grace and self-confidence that Revna exuded.

She tilted her head up slightly, her fiery eyes shifting over his features, in awe once more as her mind drifted to just how incredibly special this moment was for her. The longer she kept her gaze on him, the more she realized the truth that she had been hiding from, running from. She was drawn to him, had been, from the first moment they interacted on that fateful day at the Kaggath, and it had only grown and burned deeper with each further interaction. Slowly, but surely, he had lured her in like a moth to flame and she had so willingly followed that tug. The barely contained and hungry flame within was something she didn’t understand, as she had never truly felt it before.

Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me…?” she murmured, her voice soft but edged with the barely contained intensity she felt. “What you are doing to me? If my heart beats any faster it is going to fly away. But then I will die the happiest I’ve ever been. I don’t know how that is even possible…I have so much I want to say but there is so little time to say it…

She followed the flow of the music further with him, letting her eyes drift shut for a moment and she breathed deep. Now or never, Revna - she told herself. Don’t let this moment pass you by; you may never get another chance. She opened her eyes and returned to looking into his face, his pale luminous eyes.

You have somehow drawn forth a fire within me that I don’t understand - but I want to. I came here, hoping to simply catch a glimpse of you - and now here I am in your arms, sharing a dance.” she said, wording it just so, so that anyone that might hear her, would think she was simply sharing words with someone she was close to, but she knew he would understand.

Mentally, she sent along a more…personal thought, the weight and depth of sincerity and something deeper and beyond mere words, carrying it forward. Something she had wanted to say for some time now, but never believed she would ever have the opportunity.

Every time I see you, I can’t take my eyes off of you. No matter what disguise you wear. You have drawn me in and utterly enraptured me…my King.

 
Aiwaz listened to the lord's words and he considered them closely. He had spent much of his life feeling absolutist towards those who would steal his peoples' name and ways, but between Karala and Lord Sautra, he was starting to develop a wider understanding of their place in the galaxy.

He nodded once in stoic recognition. Sautra seemed to be well versed in the methods of their peoples' ways and survival, and though he had learned well the traditions of his kin as kept and developed by his own family, he knew there were others out there who would hold other praxis of the Pure. He was excited to learn more of this fellow.

"I would appreciate the chance to speak more with you on how we may preserve- nay, renew the ways of our people." His eyes flamed with a recognisable ferocity as he dreamed of the potential for returning greatness to the Sith. "But for the now..." He turned to Karla and the passion in his eyes projected forth to her. He started to feel the beat in his very bones as the bass set in. He presented his hand to her and grinned as the awkwardness of earlier suddenly burned away. "My lady, would you care to join me in shattering this place with fire and fury?"



TAGS: Karala Midwan Karala Midwan Akhuul Sautra Akhuul Sautra

When Aiwaz asked to dance in the the manner of their people, she felt herself blush again and say,
"Let's cut a rug and set it on fire for all to see our desire!" She then threw her hand over her mouth, that last bit had been a little more than she intended to say, and hoped that she had not scared him off.
She trying to regain composure after this embarssing expression of her affections turned her attention towards Akhuul Sautra Akhuul Sautra and said, asserting herself,
"If ever you desire a pupil, I offer my fealty and devotion. It would be an honor to train under you and learn the ancient ways of the Tsis."
Karla was often direct, she did not play at intrigues unless absolutely necessary, she felt honesty was often the best choice, unless you were in a den of vipers. While one could argue that among the Dark Lords they were in such a den, it was that atmosphere that had created such strength. The Jedi grew decadent and slothful because they rely on trusting one another, the Sith grow stronger through conflict and distrust, because in the end your ascent depends on you alone, not an ally. The dark side was a jealous god, it demanded as much as it gave to its acolytes.
 
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The Former Achon sensed her pleasure before she even complimented him with the historian title. To this he gave respond,
"I study many disciplines of the Force, I have never believed that one Order sees all. It is this view that makes me unable to remain in my former post. Though do not mistake me for a Jedi sympathizer, I am devoted to the dark side."
The last line was more for the benefit of anyone eavesdropping on their conversation. He suspected being a former Hierarch of the Diarchy might draw some suspicion, and now mingling with a Krath Witch. One had to be tactful, and assume that anything said was recorded or known by those in power. Hemorpheus was genuine in his defection, soon the Diarchs would make known their intention and the reasoning for his departure would be understood by the other dark lords. Looking upon Korriban, the very crucible and altar of the darkness, his heart heavy with many thoughts that he had to cloak until the appropiate time. Besides he had this fair Lady to direct his attention to for now.
"The Krath were instrumental in the resurgent Sith Empire. Without Aleema, Qel Droma would not have had the visions and been ready for Exar Kun, to prove himself worthy of being his apprentice. It is a tragedy how caste aside Aleema was and her fate.. it seems that is the way of many, once you no longer are deemed useful, discarded."
There was sting to his words, that he had inflicted on himself. For this was how he felt, and drinking some of cocoa that clearly had alchole in it, he began to look at the Krath Witch with a longing look, which he suspected was the ill fated rebound syndrome. He would be wise to rise and let her be, though wisdom seemed to be fleeing his mind and more primal passions began to assert themselves. Looking at his cup he said,
"Since you have been honest with me, I in kind will do so with you. I was attached to someone.. dear to me, she was a Witch as well. A Nightsister. My heart is as riven as the marks of the Dathomrians that riddle their faces."
He had done it despite the spirits wanting him to manipulate, to hide that he was a broken heart seeking refuge in the arms of another. He knew that this was weakness, that he should rise above and return to his research, and yet that was the problem, the heart did not follow the reasonable, it followed feelings, which had becoming deafening. At least his integrity was in tact, that he told her the truth, and if she now so chose to prusue this dance of dark romance, this craving of the flesh, he had given her fair warning.

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Dancing with Revna Revna turned out to be far more engaging and rousing than the neti had expected. Though the woman was clearly not trained, there was ample passion to make up for that. A'Mia herself was a trained Echani firedancer and wondered if the promising woman might have the makings of one as well. The little scheme that she and Darth Caedes Darth Caedes put into motion seemed to have been well received so the tall woman swayed her way back through the crowd, content to dance with herself a while.

Her enjoyment however was cut short by a sharp pang, an irksome ache where the orchid inhabited her chest cavity. Annoyed, she cast about for the source of this disturbance. It took her a moment, the crowds wreaked havoc upon her eyes so eventually she determined it best for the sensation itself to guide her. Looming perfectly still at the edge of one of the dance-floors, she surely made for a strange sight. A'Mia closed her eyes and focused on the ache, a sensation she'd never experienced in her natural state. These emotional intrusions seemed to be growing more common as she and the orchid truly settled into being one. Particularly if the source triggering empathy in the flower was in the midst of crisis.

Suddenly it was as if a direct line connected A'Mia with the one causing this disturbance. She began moving with terrifying speed toward a particularly pathetic looking youth who was pressed against a stalagmite. The Sith Shadow was soon looming directly over the creature before her, one long arm reaching out to firmly but gently palm her entire head to insist that she rise to her feet again. She released Viers Connory Viers Connory immediately thereafter but remained oddly close for a time.

"Child, you must get yourself together," her voice was chipper and insistent but there was no warmth in her expression.

Her gaze swept over the girl more thoroughly now that she'd found the source of that strange ache. Without all the other visual data messing with her perception, A'Mia recognized a strong but unsteady bond between this girl and someone approaching. The Lord Seer could also sense that catastrophy felt was not the same as catastrophy experienced. At least not this night. The neti patted the student's shoulders briskly, in the way one might pet a dog if one had never actually had a pet before.

"You cannot have them thinking you are weak when they are away. Come now, respirate normally - they approach but you really can't expect them to be impressed with you falling apart like this can you?"

A'Mia wasn't really sure what compelled her to say or do that. Really, she most wanted the orchid to settle back into its cohabitation with her. The tall botanical took a step back, readying to leave the girl alone again so long as she'd stopped that bothersome leaking from her face.




 
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"To protect what is truly mine, no boundary is sacred, no law is above being broken. For those I love, I would shatter the stars and let the galaxy burn in an instant."
—Darth Caedes
, ruminations...


Outer Rim Space
Korriban
Tags— Revna Revna Madrona A’Mia Madrona A’Mia


The moment Revna locked eyes with him, Caedes felt the subtle shift—that single moment when she stopped hesitating and let herself dive fully into the arms of freedom. Through the bond which had quickly formed between them, he could feel the swirling maelstrom of her emotions; that intoxicating mixture of attraction, exhilaration, vulnerability, and desire. It mirrored his own intensity—a storm like aching hunger and something more profound, more binding, though which he had not allowed himself to name.

As the music swelled around them, their movements became more daring, their connection more seamless. Each step, each turn, each sweep of her black dress, her weight in the crook of his arm, and they felt to Caedes like pieces of a puzzle snapping into place. It was as though they had rehearsed this dance one thousand times in one thousand different lives, all so that it could be perfection now.

The crowd began to give way, clearing space for them. Through their tether, Caedes allowed his thoughts to bleed into hers, just as she had done moments before. He let her feel the rush of pride he held for her growth, the admiration he felt for the woman she had become. She had seemed a spark when they first met, made demure by tragedy, a flame he had cradled between cupped hands—a flame which had grown to inferno. Now, she burned with a light all her own, bending the fabric of the Force around her and in her wake.

You're magnificent, he thought.

Her scent reached him again and he breathed it in—that heady, smoky blend of amber and something uniquely Revna. It wove itself around him, intoxicating like a falleen's pheromones and grounding all at once. His nostrils flared and his eyes rolled back in his head. He felt her fire, her passion, her awe, and her hunger. In return, he peeled back his walls and let her look into him. He let her feel the rough edges of that which lay inside him, the shattered memories which stood upturned like broken glass, of war, of running, of trying to forget—memories waiting to hurt him again, to draw blood. All that was, yet all which could not be easily shown whilst the crown bound him to the duties of leadership. His mercy, his softness, the little boy who still saw spirits in the plants and animals of the galaxy around him. The brittle fragments of his innocence, preserved like relics in dusty, locked boxes he kept out of sight, but showed to her now. He revealed the sharp edges of his possessiveness, his desire to protect her, and the weight she held in his gaze when they shared the same room.
"Do you have any idea what you've done to me?" she murmured in a moment of closeness.​

Then she pushed off and spun away from him, her black dress rippling out around her like a bird in flight, wings outstretched. Already eager, he pulled her back in, bracing his weight against her to lean in close.
"What you are doing to me? If my heart beats any faster it is going to fly away. But then I will die the happiest I've ever been. I don't know how that is even possible… I have so much I want to say but there is so little time to say it…!"
He touched his nose to hers, let his thumb drag across her bottom lip, down, down to her chin where he took hold of her between forefinger and thumb.

My King. The words reverberated through him, resonating in a place he had long kept guarded, leaving him breathless.

Caedes' grip on her tightened, not in dominance but in a silent acknowledgment of what they were to one another. What they were becoming even now.
"Can you feel it?"

The music plunged, darker and more melodic, as if the Force itself conspired to match the merging flow of their emotions. Their movements slowed, giving way to something more intimate. You are mine, the thought flickered unbidden. I want you to be mine. But there was something more layered beneath it, something he'd pushed down, almost like fear, yet which he could no longer deny.

Caedes' lips parted and he smiled.
"My Lady Revna," he murmured.​
"... do you have any idea what you've done to me?"



 
His confession that he was interested in many traditions made her smile, perhaps he might enjoy being educated in the Krath Magic, if even for one night. Then he said something that made her more excited than before, he spoke of poor Aleema, her very ancestor and how she was betrayed, and he lamented how this was nature of people, to one moment prize you and next deny you. This made Sahira decide to rise up and give him a kiss on the cheek.
"Careful.. your sweet words are more effective than this cocoa or the champagne.."
Then to her utter amazment he made another confession, that he was recently entangled in a romance, and with a Nightsister. She looking at her mechanical arm though of her run in with them on Dathomir and how they had used a weapon, dropping it on Mt. Arcanis, and when her arm came in contact with the substance it had deposited, it exploded from inside. For a moment she felt phantom pain in her arm and grabbed it, wincing, her eyes closing as she shook a little. The wound was rather fresh and memory of pain still strong. She trying to get grip, cradled her arms on her bosom as she sat back down, and took an almost fetal position. She kicked off her heels, her bare feet which was as pale as her other exposed flesh pulling up in to her as she bent her legs in lotus. She was shivering, though not from the cold.

This vulnerability that she showed was having an effect, though her intent was not the art of seduction, to make this gentle man tend to her. She hated this feeling, that those Dathomirian Witches had weakened her. She had promised herself she would avenge herself and kill them both for what they had done to her and her Krath Kin. A bitter tinge she felt inside, and she would have reconsidered her prusuit of this Wounded Lord, save that he said that relationship was over. He was no longer bespelled by a Sister of the Night, and now she, a Krath was at the doorstep of her soul. A part of her want to marr him in name of those who had marred her, but when her gilded eyes fixed on him once more, and she saw how lonely and broken he was, she decided to not hold against him his former flame.
"Nightsisters are nothing compared to us Krarth.. I appreciate that you are being forthright, though know I care not if the fire I feel from you is in wake of that loss.. that is where we Krath differ, we allow ourselves this freedom. If all we have is this dance, this trance, then so be it."
 

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Location: Korriban [KORRIBOOGIE]
Tag: Matteo Guo-Yian Matteo Guo-Yian | Lunaria Talon Lunaria Talon | Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex


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She never arrived late…Only—When she meant to.

A soft breeze caressed the hem of her long black gown, trimmed with silver, while seeming to hold onto the essence of the night sky. She handed her cloak to the steward who bowed and backed away with his eyes glued to the ground. The pale woman had requested that her arrival remain unannounced, however, there was no true option of anonymity. Just behind her were a gaggle of Jutrand Academy students instructed to be on their best behavior.

They were present to observe, learn, and find a way to socially interact in a way that was productive. Being relegated to Jutrand, the Echani believed, was stunting their societal acumen in a way that was detrimental. It was excessively ironic considering how often the pale woman missed cues…And if she had noticed? Something, was definitely off.

The Sith Empress was also far more open-minded about education than some of her peers.

She had come into her own with schooling on Eshan, which, had entirely different curriculum and standard than any option in Sith space. Diversity wasn't necessarily a "bad" thing…It was just a different point of view. "I expect you all to be on your best behavior…", she spoke to the students that had been selected to travel with her. It was an excursion, and experience, but they still represented some of the best and brightest.

Matteo Guo-Yian Matteo Guo-Yian was the student that she had chosen to sponsor and in turn she had allotted him one guest to keep him company during their travel. To her chagrin—He'd become fast friends with Lunaria Talon Lunaria Talon . Artemis Dreadmor. The fact that Mr. Guo-Yian was attached at the hip with her daughter-in-hiding was a mockery that was not lost on her. She couldn't deny his choice.

It would be even more suspicious.

The pale woman moved with an unsettling ethereal grace while she drew a path of quiet deference through the crowd. Each step forward seemed to hold the restraint of a symphony while she imparted knowledge to her charges before letting them off the proverbial leash. They wouldn't learn if she let them hide behind her skirts all night. Her wintry gaze swept across the crystalline expanse, expression serene, but distant, as though she were both present and entirely removed from the revelry around her. It was the way of it.

She neither danced not swayed; her mere presence was its own performance, a stark contrast to the beauty of the chamber she had chosen to visit first. Her alabaster skin, framed by lengths of platinum hair, caught the glow of spectral lights. Giving her the Illusion of being there and not there…

As she moved further into the cavern, she passed beneath aerialists, who defied the laws of physics with silken ropes. Srina observed them with a detached curiosity, the faintest flicker of interest touching otherwise unreadable features. She leaned against a railing and let her senses spread through the area to gauge who the relative strength of who might be in attendance. It wasn't often that she was this far from Jutrand due to the requirements of her station.

In that regard—Where Korriban was full of flights of fancy, color, and sound, it lacked the slightly elevated security of home. She was never, safe. She had no illusions of shelter or a warm welcome because Sith were typically full of agitation and ambition. For many…She stood in the way of that. It would take to learn whom could be trusted, if any, and whom could not.

"May I interest you in a drink?"

"No."

The word came out terse toward the waitstaff and her lips pursed for a moment. "Thank you.", she added on, softening, the coldness of her tone. The gentleman scampered away as if she'd lit him on fire and the Dread Queen sighed gently.

She hated parties.
 

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"That fear will follow him the rest of his life."

From the darkness, a face quickly came to accompany the sudden intrusive voice, the Dark Lord of the Kainate gliding to the Empress' side. A dark cloak clung fiercely to His body, an equally black veil obscuring His features. Despite this, the Empress would see the glow of His eyes just beyond the opaque silk. None of His retainers had come with Him, the Dark Lord was technically not supposed to be here; but here He was, and already at the side of the Empress to whom He held a unique fascination.

A fascination that had spun many a rumor throughout the Empire, ranging from the mundane to the most lascivious slander. Neither of them cared to correct such rumors, for they served to obfuscate their true intentions. Their motives forever hidden beneath misdirection and misinformation. Even now, this meeting, would spark new waves of gossip that would ripple out from Korriban and into the other sectors of the Empire.

"They will whisper, you know. An Empress without her Emperor, but such whispers are nothing new." His hand came to rest on her own, bare skin touching bare skin; an intimacy seldom seen. His eyes passed over several others amongst the party, never truly settling on anyone in particular. "Allow me to be your shadow this evening, my Empress, so that you may not know solitude."


 
Srina Talon Srina Talon | Lunaria Talon Lunaria Talon | Darth Carnifex Darth Carnifex

He was a mere observer, a role that suited him well, because Matteo enjoyed learning by seeing.

Because of this the Empress' command to 'be on his best behavior' would be easy to accomplish. Even if the responsibility still weighed heavily on his shoulders. She had chosen him to sponsor over so many others. A boy that had not reached the upper-echelons of the cohorts and had been stuck somewhere in the middle instead.

Why him?

Matteo did not know, but he knew he had to work three times as hard to be worthy of the honor. At the very least she allowed him a guest. The choice was made easy to bring 'Artemis' along. She had quickly become his closest friend in the Academy. He did not know that this was actually Srina's daughter and it would go a long way to explain why Srina had reacted so strangely when he cheerfully informed her who his plus one would be. Impassive and with an arched eyebrow.

As if judgemental, but that could not be, Artemis was one of the hardest workers Matteo knew.

"It's quite busy here." He murmured to Lunaria while watching the interaction between Srina and the shadowy being. The Lord Carnifex, but of course Matteo did not know his identity. He could guess however. Who else would act with such familiarity so easily? He was in awe. It was Carnifex who had saved his family from the onslaught on Tion.

His family had been agents of the Kainite for decades and been forewarned before the destruction. It had left him deeply divided- gratitude for their lives saved, guilt for knowing so many of his friends had perished.

It was like meeting your own personal hero who also coincidentally kicked your favorite puppy in the side accidentally.

Artemis seemed just as distracted as him, but he did not know it was because she was so close to her mother without being able to... acknowledge her as her mother.

"Hey, you okay?" Murmured softly in Art's ear. "You want to go grab something to eat?" Even if he was dying to hear more of the conversation between the Empress and the Dark Lord.
 

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