
Location: The Jungles, Jamoura
Tag: [member="Jenmae Ophiro"]
The arrow as beginning to take its toll.Seren was content to leave his sister and the life she had built well enough alone. When he and the so-called Nightmother had a confrontation about the Fortressa, he had walked out of more than just her immediate presence. In the mind of the Young Wolf, he had departed out of her life. For good. Katrine could lay with whomever she chose and continue to replace him with whoever she chose. That was her - albeit misguided - decision. However, it was not long until Seren came to realize…she was not done with him. He had slammed shut the door of their relationship. He no longer considered that woman his sibling. Yet she refused to let go.
And those who followed after her were eager to do her bidding.
Nightmother was a role which had roots as deep as the forest surrounding the Young Wolf. It was a title, derived from Dathomir itself, and denoted leadership over the Southern Systems' culture of Witches. Some simply referred to their collective midst as "the witches of Ryloth" despite the fact that their practices had spread through Confederate space quite considerably. These days, Mandragora was the more common term and was the one that the Witches used to refer to themselves. For many months now, the Nightmother had disappeared from the waking world. According to rumor, she dove into the Spiritual Realm searching for something and left the Mandragora bereft of tangible leadership.
Some were content with assimilating into the Confederacy's Mandragora-exclusive branch of the Knights Obsidian. They opted to make themselves useful in the wake of the Nightmother. Yet others...others became fanatic. They decided that, if they followed the orders of the Nightmother to the letter, then maybe she would return to them. It was a ploy to entice their leader into coming back to them. Seren wished he could talk sense into them - to make them see that Katrine was a fallible, and terrible human being. But these zealots were relentless in their goal. So relentless that Katrine's desire to have her brother back translated into a hunt by this wretched minority.
They trailed him across the stars. Hunting him day and night until they cornered him on Jamoura, a forested moon. At a glance, the planet was no different than Dathomir itself - save for the fact that the humidity was far greater. Seren, however, did not have much time to savor the differences between the worlds - for he was on the run. An arrow was lodged within his thigh and had ripped clean through his leg. If not for the totality of his Forceborn prowess being devoted to nulling the pain, he would have been a goner. Those who trailed him were very convincing in their taunts from behind. They offered bacta and other medical attention, if only he would submit. All the Nightmother wished was to see her brother again, was that such a hard price to pay for healing?
Seren, ultimately, decided to say kark it. He was a kark mothering prince and he would be damned if those zealots made a mockery of him. The Young Wolf found a solid tree to brace himself against and gripped his tomahawk tightly. If he was to walk away from this victorious, sooner or later, he would have to say goodbye to nullifying his agony. But he would wait to do that until he had the Witches in sight. In the meantime, he had a taunt of his own. With arms held open wide, he bellowed into the woods, roaring so loudly that the avians above took flight.
"YOU CAN'T KILL ME!
"I AM SEREN THE WOLF - I'LL KILL YOU!"
