Finding one's way in the darkness.

[Alleycat]

[member="Lavania"] [member="Jaron Lesan"]

"Wow… Raise the dead even. I can see how that could come in handy," Sasha replied in awe, then fanned away the green mists and turned to go back down the tunnel to find her way out of the caves. There was a lot to take in and some fresh air was needed to put this all into prospective. A great Nightsister she would aspire to be like her mentor, but right now a break in the action was needed to regain herself. The baptism had taken a lot out of Sash.

"I am going to the surface now to scout out where I want my shack to be. I sense I will be having a visitor sooner than later looking for me and his ship. I should like to entertain him properly before enslaving the man and perhaps taking the dark sider as my mate. We shall see if he is worthy still."

 

[Lavania]

[member="Sasha Voss"]

Lavania had a look on her face as she gave a nod of her head seeing her sister leave to go outside and she sat down ascending through the other tunnels with the spiders to the section under her shack that she could crawl out of. The caves network could come up in their shacks to give them access as needed and she was preparing herself and the force energies while going to her bed as she spoke leaving a green flame to illuminate to the path her up int he cabin. "I will be here awaiting you or him if he shows."

 

[Alleycat]

The next several days Sasha worked diligently on her shack above ground, The young Nightsister had chosen an area to build the small three-room wooden structure at the far end of a giant boulder outcropping near the spider caves. One side of the shack would be sandwiched right up against the broad crag. This is where a secret passageway would be made to the caves below where the Nightsisters Cult Cave was being reconstructed. There was also room for a spider colony to live under the floor boards as was the situation in Lavania's shack, though Sasha's chosen spiders were Black Widows.

The other three sides of the perched building on the rocky bluff would give her a beautiful visage of the valley below like what she remembered to an extent of Corellia and Arbra, but more importantly a strategic lookout. Trees around it and a magick spell would help to camouflage it from view, and there would be plenty of room for the redhead's rancor to patrol the area as well.

When Sasha felt her project was finished, she went to go join her sister once again. There was still more work to be done and spells to be learned. And from what Sash had sensed, more Nightstisters were coming home to help rebuild the clan.

[member="Lavania"]

 

[Jaron Lesan]

His ship had been missing, [member="Sasha Voss"] was gone. He wanted it, and her, back. Perhaps keeping her a secret had led to this, but she was also known to be one to move about. Jaron had to face the fact he may have been the chief culprit in this abandonment. She finally had sent word of her location, by sending his ship to him. The autopilot had the last coordinates recorded, and Jaron followed the trail to Dathomir.

The ship landed from where it had been when Sasha first arrived. Now the Sith dressed in black, from head to toe, walked through the jungled woods. Boots left imprints in the dark, soft, mossy soil. She was close, he could feel her through their bond. He reached out to her, and let his aura wash over hers. She'd changed, but it was still her. He'd find her soon.

 

[Lavania]

[member="Jaron Lesan"] [member="Sasha Voss"]

Lavania had been there the time to watch the basics of shacks being built, ones laid out for the different sisters and collectors for rain water where they couldn't find a well. Getting the things they needed to live as the rancors and larger spiders provided in many cases a strong wall and deterrent from other things but there was more. She wasn't above having a small wall to show the edges of their home that could be expanded upon. The firepit had been dug out with place for ashes to remain for the longest time and large rocks buried in the ground to give them a stronge cover for things to not catch fire. A meeting hall t meet with the other clans and the witches or visitors being built in front of the cave that housed their spiders. Mostly for protection and also because it could have the stairs leading up to the alter behind her shack overlooking the compound. The sisters that had found their way to them seemed to have become skilled and were rejoining with the gathering before she spoke. "It is good I think now, we have more returning."

 

[Alleycat]

[member="Lavania"] [member="Jaron Lesan"]

"Yes, I look forward to having a little sister of my own in the future to train in the ways of the magicks. You have taught me much, dear sister… though there is much room for more. We will become stronger and more powerful in the dark side together for it," Sasha nodded with a gentle caress of the blind Nightseer's arm.

A noise overhead brought golden eyes to the skies above. It sounded like something breaking the speed of sound in the atmosphere yet there was nothing there. Oh, but there was indeed something there… an all too familiar stealth ship; one she herself had come to Dathomir on and had recently returned to it's owner on Arbra. A wicked grin grew upon the young Nightsister's tattooed face.

// He is here, sister. The darksider I told you about. I must prepare for his arrival. I will snare us our first male servant to do with as we wish, and the Nightsisters will celebrate as only we can. //

Sasha bounded into her shack to grab her things, then quickly descended the mountainous hillside. She would wait for her prey near the river's bend. There would be festivities tonight the fiery redhead was sure of it. Thus, the clan would be one more, if not two by sunrise. The power of the dark side was with her, embracing the intertwining destinies of two of it's followers.

 

[Jaron Lesan]

Jaron eventually came to a clearing where there seemed to be a worn path. A grin tugged at his lips knowing Sasha would have come this way. Her presence was getting stronger with every step he took. He was hunting her, but what would happen when she was caught? Would be be angry with her for abandoning him, or apologize for driving her to it? Likely he would not do either. Jaron had realized his worst fear when she snuck off without him. Their bond ran so deep he could not be without her. Whatever she had changed to, she had a hold of him. He was already under her spell.

How ironic he saw himself as the hunter, when the trap had been set for him. The path led to the river's edge where he finally stopped. He surveyed the area and found nothing. That was fine. The day was hot and he needed to cool his feet. Boots came off, followed by his socks, before bare feet dipped into the edge of the river. Cool water refreshed his feet, when suddenly there spiders there to greet him. They did not move as if they were under the command of another, and smaller one began to crawl upward to his shoulder.

[member="Sasha Voss"] | [member="Lavania"]

 

[Lavania]

[member="Sasha Voss"] [member="Jaron Lesan"]

Lavania heard her sister speak that he was here and she was moving her hands over her head while she sat down. The look over some of the places being built as more spiders came she ascended the stairs leading to her shack so she could move to the alter overlooking the under construction compound. She'd be able to watch with her rancor blocking the path to her and intervene should she need to. "Very well, when the time comes I shall be there."