Kiyala Demont`
Character
Dathomir:Nightsister’s Enclave
It was a dark and early morning on their side of the planet. Lightning regularly arced and one who spent time here simply learned to ignore it after a while. The clan had been seeing steady growth under the leadership and sponsored by their new Night Mother Kiyala. Their mistress who sat in deep meditation as she sought the force for answers.
To the left of her lain many herbs her adoptive family Petra and Kytarra taught her about. It enhanced prophetic sight profoundly for a small amount of time. With trained muscle memory she did not interrupt her trance as she mixed the herbs into a coarse powder. With a small prompting through the force the powder burst into the air around her. As she inhaled deeply and cast her nimble fingers forward the powder formed a mirror like figure in front of her.
As the force manifestation quivered it revealed an image of Kiyala’s master Kiara. Kiyala didn’t hesitate on its meaning as she stood up while beginning to walk into her personal chambers. Her personal aides were immediately at her side the second she came from her meditation chambers which was regarded as holy grounds. Storming into her room, she called up her automated closet calling forth her Rancor Mark 2 and stocking it as well.
Sliding into the familiar feeling bodysuit felt like temporary Nirvana as the systems already began its temperature routine. As she began to walk out of her room, she told her aides to stand back and tell her people to get in their homes quickly. Kiyala then made her way out of the castle that used to be her adoptive mothers home.
As she walked out of the building, she could see her people already beginning to funnel into their homes. They knew if Kiyala wanted them in their houses that something terrible must be about to come. And with a trained eyes in the force, Kiyala ignited her right saber extending horizontally forward to block an incoming strike. Coming from the shadows was none other than her master, it had seemed that her master thought that she had outlived her usefulness.
Kiyala chanted below her breath before releasing her saber to grab Kiara’s arm implanting the blood ritual on her. Kiara thought familiar with some of the customs did not know of such a technique thus having the advantage of moving through it sending Kiyala flying with a breath of telekinetic rage. As Kiyala she reminded herself to keep her head in the game, before utilizing a back tuck land back on her sliding feet.
“ Master, it’s been too long since we’ve fought. I think your blades getting kind of dull.”
With the force fueling both of their muscles they clashed together, trading blow for blow and feint for feint. Moving from the street ways, Kiyala moved the fight to the roof-tops knowing that despite force empowerment age was still a factor. Kiyala had also move exclusive training in Ataru, Kiyala slashed for Kiara’s torso with a backhanded grip. Kiara’s sprang forward with a sudden rush of speed and all Kiyala could feel as she felt her body leave the ground was the cartilage in her nose shattering and blood spraying freely from it. With them both wearing the same armor a simple technique like that was quite useful.
As Kiyala’s body hit the ground, Kiara began to laugh sardonically before speaking “ Are you going down so soon, you’d think I’d trained you better than this. You know I. . . ” Her words were cut off but laughter that she couldn’t believe she was hearing from Kiyala. Slowly but ever so cockily did Kiyala stand to her feet blood still reddening her face but it was unseen because of her helmet. “You always did talk too much” As she said that her nose was for the most part reformed however the pain of it still remained and was not forgotten.
Kiara form grew serious and as Kiyala felt a cold chill she knew Sith Magic was at works. Kiyala began chanting herself knowing her own Sith Magic could not yet stand against Kiara’s however her Dathormiran magic would always save her. However, Kiara faked her as she rocketed forward slashing and arcing her blades with deadly precision. Kiyala barely had enough time to backpedal, deflect her strikes and form her force shield over her body.
As Kiyala bounded back she was reminded of Kiara’s skillset and how each technique was meant to be mastered and attached to another. Giving Kiyala an idea about how to keep up with Kiara’s seemingly godly speed. Utilizing her Inertia technique behind her movements she found herself now matching Kiara’s speed being able to launch her own attacks. Her naivety to control showed when a sharp heated pain soared through Kiyala’s shoulder. She received a glancing blow from one of Kiara’s sabers that she narrowly missed. It wasn’t enough to pierce her armor but the heat from the blood somewhat burned her shoulder.
Kiyala batted away both of Kiara’s sabers before kicking her square into the chest sending her stumbling back. Taking this chance she super charged her inertia from the built momentum sending her rocketing forward channeling her magics to bring the winds and the force to utilizing her telekinesis to send Kiara’s body rocketing into the stone gates of the city. The rocks fell upon her body, and for a moment Kiyala was sure she ended her master.
Kiyala smiled drawing in the dark side with glee at her master’s death. Until she felt a dark sickening tremor through the force that caused her eyes to skip back to the rubble. A dark fully corporeal snakes seemed to form and devour the rocks upon their master. And from removal of the boulders two more snakes sprang from Kiara who now looked more serious than Kiyala has ever seen. It reminded her of an emotion that she had once felt; she thought it was called embarrassed rage.
It was a dark and early morning on their side of the planet. Lightning regularly arced and one who spent time here simply learned to ignore it after a while. The clan had been seeing steady growth under the leadership and sponsored by their new Night Mother Kiyala. Their mistress who sat in deep meditation as she sought the force for answers.
To the left of her lain many herbs her adoptive family Petra and Kytarra taught her about. It enhanced prophetic sight profoundly for a small amount of time. With trained muscle memory she did not interrupt her trance as she mixed the herbs into a coarse powder. With a small prompting through the force the powder burst into the air around her. As she inhaled deeply and cast her nimble fingers forward the powder formed a mirror like figure in front of her.
As the force manifestation quivered it revealed an image of Kiyala’s master Kiara. Kiyala didn’t hesitate on its meaning as she stood up while beginning to walk into her personal chambers. Her personal aides were immediately at her side the second she came from her meditation chambers which was regarded as holy grounds. Storming into her room, she called up her automated closet calling forth her Rancor Mark 2 and stocking it as well.
Sliding into the familiar feeling bodysuit felt like temporary Nirvana as the systems already began its temperature routine. As she began to walk out of her room, she told her aides to stand back and tell her people to get in their homes quickly. Kiyala then made her way out of the castle that used to be her adoptive mothers home.
As she walked out of the building, she could see her people already beginning to funnel into their homes. They knew if Kiyala wanted them in their houses that something terrible must be about to come. And with a trained eyes in the force, Kiyala ignited her right saber extending horizontally forward to block an incoming strike. Coming from the shadows was none other than her master, it had seemed that her master thought that she had outlived her usefulness.
Kiyala chanted below her breath before releasing her saber to grab Kiara’s arm implanting the blood ritual on her. Kiara thought familiar with some of the customs did not know of such a technique thus having the advantage of moving through it sending Kiyala flying with a breath of telekinetic rage. As Kiyala she reminded herself to keep her head in the game, before utilizing a back tuck land back on her sliding feet.
“ Master, it’s been too long since we’ve fought. I think your blades getting kind of dull.”
With the force fueling both of their muscles they clashed together, trading blow for blow and feint for feint. Moving from the street ways, Kiyala moved the fight to the roof-tops knowing that despite force empowerment age was still a factor. Kiyala had also move exclusive training in Ataru, Kiyala slashed for Kiara’s torso with a backhanded grip. Kiara’s sprang forward with a sudden rush of speed and all Kiyala could feel as she felt her body leave the ground was the cartilage in her nose shattering and blood spraying freely from it. With them both wearing the same armor a simple technique like that was quite useful.
As Kiyala’s body hit the ground, Kiara began to laugh sardonically before speaking “ Are you going down so soon, you’d think I’d trained you better than this. You know I. . . ” Her words were cut off but laughter that she couldn’t believe she was hearing from Kiyala. Slowly but ever so cockily did Kiyala stand to her feet blood still reddening her face but it was unseen because of her helmet. “You always did talk too much” As she said that her nose was for the most part reformed however the pain of it still remained and was not forgotten.
Kiara form grew serious and as Kiyala felt a cold chill she knew Sith Magic was at works. Kiyala began chanting herself knowing her own Sith Magic could not yet stand against Kiara’s however her Dathormiran magic would always save her. However, Kiara faked her as she rocketed forward slashing and arcing her blades with deadly precision. Kiyala barely had enough time to backpedal, deflect her strikes and form her force shield over her body.
As Kiyala bounded back she was reminded of Kiara’s skillset and how each technique was meant to be mastered and attached to another. Giving Kiyala an idea about how to keep up with Kiara’s seemingly godly speed. Utilizing her Inertia technique behind her movements she found herself now matching Kiara’s speed being able to launch her own attacks. Her naivety to control showed when a sharp heated pain soared through Kiyala’s shoulder. She received a glancing blow from one of Kiara’s sabers that she narrowly missed. It wasn’t enough to pierce her armor but the heat from the blood somewhat burned her shoulder.
Kiyala batted away both of Kiara’s sabers before kicking her square into the chest sending her stumbling back. Taking this chance she super charged her inertia from the built momentum sending her rocketing forward channeling her magics to bring the winds and the force to utilizing her telekinesis to send Kiara’s body rocketing into the stone gates of the city. The rocks fell upon her body, and for a moment Kiyala was sure she ended her master.
Kiyala smiled drawing in the dark side with glee at her master’s death. Until she felt a dark sickening tremor through the force that caused her eyes to skip back to the rubble. A dark fully corporeal snakes seemed to form and devour the rocks upon their master. And from removal of the boulders two more snakes sprang from Kiara who now looked more serious than Kiyala has ever seen. It reminded her of an emotion that she had once felt; she thought it was called embarrassed rage.
