Into the Jungle | CIS Dominon of M'haeli

[Daxton Bane]

For the first time in a long time, the Zabrak appeared ill at ease. This time he neither wore his suit of glistening reflective battle armor not was he weilding any weapon of mass destruction. On the contrary, the Sith was wearing a very posh scarlet robe and weilded a flute of very expensive champagne. A ghost of frown furrowing his brow as his eyes scanned for the most suspicious of movements that signalled an attack.

This world was beautiful and serene, and Daxton was eager to be done with his business and on his way. Something about the place didnt feel right and it was annoying the hell out of him to no end.

 

[Uthixo Nazim]

Objective: BYOO {Defeat the H'drachi Warriors}
Location: M'haeli Wildlands
Tags: [member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"], [member="Anansi M'bali"]
Post: 3

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Re-engaging Uthixo could feel the whirl of emotions all around him, there were hints of fear, traces of passion, but above it all he felt from all around was the pure excitement that filled everyone as they battled. The heightened senses that adrenaline brought making what was actually second feel like hours. Despite his loss of memories, this sensation was one Uthixo remembered all too well. It was as much a part of him as any other memory, he lived and died by the sword.

There was the faint clanging of metal on metal as the Sandali's twin swords batted away one H'drachi's spear that had been aimed to puncture Uthixo's sternum. The tip of the spear coasted across the surface of that sable-skin drawing a long thin line of blood from the wound it left. The burning sensation of having his flesh torn distracted Uthixo just long enough for the club-wielding H'drachi to approach the ball at the end of the club catching the Sandali in the chest.

Air evacuated Uthixo's lungs as the club impacted his torso, the force from it lifting Uthixo off his feet and flinging the Sandali to the ground. Chest shaking unevenly as he tried to gulp down oxygen, blackness swam in Uthixo's vision till right above him plummeting towards his head was the same club. Eyes widening the warrior rolled to the right narrowly dodging the killing blow. Dirt and mud was kicked up on impact dirtying the warrior's face. Rolling back to the left Uthixo's hands came up seizing the H'drachi's left arm. Shifting his body and bringing his leg around to trap the individual Uthixo used his superior weight to bring the thin screamer to the ground. Uthixo's quarry began to screech as Uthixo began to slowly twist his arm, the sound of bones cracking audible till the man fell limp the pain of having his arm not only pulled out of its socket but further broken pushing him over the edge.

Having been so engrossed in his conflict with the club wildling Uthixo had forgotten about his ally. At least he had till a sensation that felt like hellfire engulfed Uthixo's right shoulder. The warmth of blood coated his body on the same side and looking over he saw the metal tip of the spear poking through. Teeth gritting, hands rising to seize a bit of the wooden shaft Uthixo howled putting all his strength into snapping the wood with a sharp crack. With nothing but the tip of the spear left Uthixo held it in a backward grip spinning and stabbing the final screamer in his thigh, a precise strike aimed at the femoral artery. Falling to the ground the last of the screamers was out of the fight.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

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WEARING: xxx | POST: 6​

w. [member="Alwine Lechner"] | [member="Alvida Osulf"]​

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Gerwald did not know what to do with everything Alvida was suggesting. Not only had she been raised among others, but her planet was home to three packs. Why would anyone want to leave? For all this time of searching for more Lupines, trying to find out more about where the other families had settled, and here was the answer right in front of him. He smiled as he turned to Alwine. She was likely going to tell him something about being right, but Gerwald was not interested in that for the moment. His eyes turned back to Alvida.

"Stewjon is where the Lechner's settled after a dispute with the Van-Derveld's and other families. They were split on how to deal with the threat to our kind. It seems there was too much inbreeding and some families thought they needed to dilute the gene pool. My family settled on Stewjon and hid, barely keeping our family alive. We were raised to live in fear."

Alwine could add what she wanted to, but for now Ger wanted to know more about Alvida and her world.

"Tell us about your home. We would love to know more about this place that seems to have largest settlement of our kind."

 

[Seren]

Tag: [member="Jenmae Ophiro"]​

Show off...

One of the last coherent thoughts which escaped the Young Wolf's psyche was a simple bit of jest shared between himself and the White Witch. Thus far, it was difficult to pin down just how deep the pallid woman's sense of humor went...if at all...but there were times when Seren would try to place a smile upon the woman's face. More often than not (in fact, without fail if he was being honest), these attempts would fall quite short. However, that would not deter him from trying, no matter how many times he received nothing more than a blank stare in response to his words. The time for jesting soon eroded away, however, as Seren began to propel himself through the icy waters.

Guided by the memory of the archives he had scoured beforehand, the Young Wolf did his best to expediently guide his compatriot through the ever-increasing darkness. It seemed that, despite the waters being crystal clear, the closer they swam to the remains of the vessel, the harder it became to see. Seren did not have time to remark on this, for as he parted his lips to make use of the rebreather's comm, a weight erupted in his chest. He gasped and slowed his pace to a crawl, clutching his bare chest with his freehand. Jenmae would feel the spontaneous anguish erupt into being as she neared. But, before she could even get within arm's reach of the Lupine, motion gripped him.

T'was if unseen hands had literally consumed Seren in their grasp and were tugged him into the ravenous remains of the ship. The Dark Side's presence became palpable in those moments - and Seren could do nothing but silently shriek against the midnight which was now consuming him. The vessel, at a glance, appeared to have broken in two upon crashing down into the waters. And now, Seren was being yanked into the chasm between the two - deeper into the caves. The movement was so swift that the Witch behind him would barely be able to keep apace at her very best and focused...but should she follow into the caves, she would find herself surfacing at an air pocket which led to solid ground.

She would witness the trails of dirt where Seren attempted to claw his fingers into the dirt to prevent being carried any further.

And beyond that...a pyre. A profane inferno born purely of the Dark Side. Panic claimed the young man's face as the unseen power pulled him closer and closer to the flames. He struggled. Valiantly he struggled. But as the heat engulfed his feet...he knew there was no way out. Save yourself was the frantic thought he placed into Jenmae's mind....until the seemingly dying shrieks of the Young Wolf pierced the cavern and the woman's mind. Seren Van-Derveld - the wolf that she had nurtured and liberated - was suddenly gone from her psyche. Absent for the briefest of moments.

But soon, the connection returned. It would feel...off. As if strained. And something rose from the ashes of the dark side inferno. Something...no...Someone.

 

[Jenmae Ophiro]

Tag: [member="Seren"]​

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It all seemed harmless enough - the boy's desire to please her was like a tether that tugged at her mind, easy enough to follow through the darkening waters. As they dove deep, the ivory haired woman used her knowledge of blood and it's properties to slow her heart rate, feeling the burning in her chest lessen as the need for oxygen receded as well. She couldn't stay under for long - but if his assessment of the location of the submerged ship was correct, they didn't need more than a few minutes under water at most. It would do. She could follow him where he needed to lead without worry of needing one of those contraptions he'd been forced to shove into his own mouth.

Everything changed when she felt something else take hold of him, however. Her own eyes widened just a touch, her forward momentum slowing to a stop in the chilled water as she watched her charge seized by some unseeable force. The speed with which is propelled him forward was mighty, and for an instant, she lost sight of him. She could see, looming in the distance, the remnants of the ship - just as the little wolf had said, and she surmised that something other than just some discarded and forgotten sith artifact lay in those ruins. She adjusted her position in the water, using the boy's fear and confusion as a beacon and thrust her hands through the water; two massive blasts of air shot from her palms, shooting her like a dart through the dark depths and directly after the little wolf.

As she surfaced in the small, air-filled cavern below the wreckage of the ship, she could hear clearly the panicked breathing and skittering rake of nails along stone as Seren was dragged by those invisible hands towards the pyre that raged against the far wall. The specter hurried from the water, her expression blank but her movement swift as she reached for him, but felt that the power she called was not enough. If she'd had time, perhaps, to cut her palm - or reach some of the blood that the boy was leaving as he scraped his fingers along the rocks, then there may have been a chance... But that point was made useless as she heard his final cry, begging her to flee, and his screams as the wicked flames consumed him.

She stood silent and still, keeping her distance from whatever this flame was, as she felt his connection severed as though it had been physically cut. For several long moments, she stared into the flames, feeling that absence... All that work... That intricate work she'd done to bind the boy to herself, that blood that she'd so neede, all of it... For nothing. Annoyance itched at the back of her mind before she felt something else... Something off.

Before her eyes, a figure rose as though buried in the ash of the flames. Her expression remained as it always was, serene and still, but the movement behind her eyes was not so calm. Unlike when the boy was being dragged to the flames, now she had time. With a gentle push of her nails into her palms, blood came to her call - a small amount of coaxing forming two sizable pools in her palms. She closed her fingers around them, her hands instantly bathed in the red liquid, small droplets falling to the ground at her side. The power she called was small, but it would due for whatever this thing was.

... This thing. For the first time in what felt to her like ages, a look of true surprise shifted over her features. Her fingers became lax and the blood she'd held there spilled all at once to the ground with a soft splash, smattering up to stain her still soaked pants. She watched, transfixed, as the shape emerged from all that soot, alien to her, but connected to her none the less.

"... Little wolf?"

 

[Seren]

Tag: [member="Jenmae Ophiro"]​

Little Wolf.

The Being which rose from the inferno paused in its ascension. As if, the two words she uttered carried such weight that it warranted the ceasing of all movement. Against the firelight, the curvature of lips into the beginnings of a smile may have been lost in the infernal glow. Yet, whoever, or whatever, emerged from the pyre...was bemused at hearing those two words. In fact, mirth soon bubbled forth out of the very same lips. Forming peals of thunderous chuckles which bounced to and fro off of the cavern walls. A mammoth hand raised and swept back wild locks of hair, revealing a pair of sulfuric eyes to the woman.

"I haven't heard that name...in years."

The being moved forth from the pyre, stepping closer to the White Witch seemingly minimal care. Yet, if the abyssal depths of her eyes watched his own, they would see that his gaze was settled firmly upon her marred hands. Knowingly in fact. Now, having emerged fully from the fire, the smile which became plastered upon the man's face would become evident. He was garbed in an attire that would seem vaguely familar to the woman; for it was vastly similar to the cloak that she had loaned the Young Wolf on the day of their meeting. Slashed in onyx and crimson, the being then raised his hands - denoting that he was not a threat.

"Pardon the...arrival. A little trick I learned from you, in fact." he breathed, motioning at the pyre...and the remains of what used to be Seren. However, he did not leave the question unanswered for long. His thumb moved and came to be pressed against his sternum, denoting himself. "And yes, Jenmae...it is I. Your Little Wolf." Sort of. He wasted not another breath or moment of her time, for punctuality was something that had been a foundation of the relationship "Seren" had cultivated with his Jenmae. In fact, as the words formed and fell from his lips, understanding flowed through the tether that she had formed.

Glimpses of events which had never transpired. And yet, the being before her had witnessed them as clear as day. She would see the staining of the young wolf's eyes from azure to sulfur in response to his hatred. See the countless hours pouring over blood magick. See just how far they would go to push the Dark Side to its limits - even at the cost of ten months of their lives at a time. She would even see the event which had disfigured his face - a moment where he attempted to care in a way that she did not receive. In response, her blade had made a permanent reminder of who he was and who she was.

But even in the face of such disfigurement, Jenmae would feel no enmity directed towards her. No malice. No hatred. She was not looked upon as Katrine. Not even close. "There is work to be done in the now, Jenmae. The conclusion to all the efforts we made for years. My vengeance. Your ascendance." Seren, the Scarred offered his hand to the woman. "Shall we begin?"

 

[Jenmae Ophiro]

Tag: [member="Seren"]​

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She gave not an inch as the figure's voice boomed about the small cavern, his steps carrying him ever closer as the pale vision regarded him. Though she could feel the flutter in her chest, faint at best as her heart screamed that this was a magik she knew not of and should fear; louder still was the connection she could feel in the back of her mind to the man that emerged from the flames, that strode towards her with a confidence she did not yet understand. Her blood did not sing to flee or to fight - but to stay.

There was little recognition on her face as the man spoke, instead, she very slowly closed the distance between them, her own luminous dark eyes regarding the burning depths that stared back at her so fondly. She saw no hesitation in him, no recoil as she lifted her bloodstained fingers to gently curl a piece of the cloak in her fingers. The fabric was old, worn, tattered... But it was the same black satin she'd worn only weeks before when she had rescued the boy; though now stained with smudges of crimson from where her thumb ground into it.

Slowly her eyes lifted to his own once more, forced to tilt her chin upwards to meet his gaze a new. The distance between them was nearly none at all, but that didn't seem to be something that registered in the woman's mind, instead, she was drinking in each word he said. The knowledge behind her eyes, that deep knowing, was there as it always was, but they were also scanning too... Looking for that same vibrant ring of green around the pupils, but finding nothing there. As he spoke of the deeds they would accomplish, of the magiks they would wield, something else passed behind that dark gaze.

A hand rose, still dripping with slow, thicking blood to press against her abdomen. She had read of such a thing... But she never imagined she would find someone powerful enough to attempt it with, at least not someone who would be willing to give what was needed. As the hand lowered once more, a simple bloodied handprint remind across her stomach; though the time to worry about that would come later. If this man was who he claimed to be, and she was correct about what he was insisting...

She ignored the hand he extended, moving to stand fully before him as she lifted both hands, her fingers tracing the scars that marred his lips and cheeks, leaving tiny crimson smudges on the puckered skin. Her eyes danced in the light of the flames that coloured the cavern walls at his back, her voice coming barely above a whisper.

"Welcome back, Little Wolf."

 

[Adron Malvern]

What happens when you drift Into the Jungle? Can your strangest dreams be given life? Will the future be revealed to you? Or will you face some of the greatest warriors this planet can offer? M'haeli has opened itself to The Confederacy and it's members were keen on exploring the world as it is and could be.

Many enjoyed the world, taking it's peaceful atmosphere as a chance to recharge and enjoy the splendors of the wild. Some delved into their futures, hoping for glimpses of a future to embrace. Whether you came here for enlightenment or relaxation, most left the world fulfilled.

Ooc: Thank you guys for pumping out another Dominion, as always please feel free to continue your stories on M'haeli!

 

[Alwine Daye]

Tags: [member="Gerwald Lechner"] [member="Alvida Osulf"]​

It was as Alwine had suspected earlier, then. Where Alvida was from, they had known the word, even if they had not used it. The new Lupine agreed with her out loud, perhaps mirroring her thoughts, and Alwine nodded. Same source, then, and apparently long enough ago for it to not matter how or even if a hierarchy had existed at all.

When Alvida openly showed her anger at what had happened on Stewjon, the youngest of the Lechner siblings immediately made her mind up. She liked the other wolf. Perhaps it was mere wishful thinkings, but her rage seemed genuine, born of the same source as Alwine's. Not like Gerwald's auflaque, who had not even bothered to meet any of the other Lupines by that point.

Skógur Heim. What an odd name, Alwine thought. And still, the moment it was out of Alvida's lips, Alwine yearned to see it. A need, a desire, to see it with her own eyes, in ways that Figaro Fortuna had never stirred in her. The thought of the latter more often than not just angered Alwine.

But what was that? Two hundred years? The Lupines ruled there?

Turning to Gerwald, Alwine found herself… Confused. He was using phrases such as my family as opposed to our family, only then to switch to we learned. On a normal day, Alwine might not have noticed it at all, but at present the inconsistency burned inside of her ears.

"Do you know if there are more than the three packs upon your world?" Alwine added to the questions, "We were told we were the last, but then we were not. And then the auflaque insisted we were the last, and again we discovered that we were not. And again. I have always believed that it would be impossible for us to simply die out because of how bearing children works for us," even if Gerwald insisted that the auflaque's words were true, she did not add out loud, though she damned well hoped her brother was thinking it, "and now that we have found each other…"

Alwine held one hand out to Alvida, the other to Gerwald, "I can only believe that there must be even more."

 

[Alvida Osulf]

Location: A Clearing in the Jungle | Wearing: xxx | Braids: xxx | Objective: Sate Curiosity | Tags: @Gerwald Lechner | [member=Alwine Lechner]

Do not forsake the lost members of your pack, bring them home. Welcome them.​

'There are more of you?' Her head perked up, filled with excitment at the prospect of even more of her kind. What Gerwald was saying seemed more than confusing to the wolf. If they had believed the Lupines to be so few why were they fighting amongst themselves? Alvida shook her head to stop him. 'I have no knowledge of this word... gene pool? What are genes, and why do they swim in pools?' She had never had much need of anything other than the basic words used to make a decent trade. It had never crossed her mind to dive into the finesses of basic, to understand the words needed to hold a basic conversation instead of just a simple back and forth. 'My planet, my home. It is a forest world with three main settlements. We live simply and have nothing like the machines and wonders I have seen here, but it is a good life. The humans who live there treat us as gifts from the Gods though we have never suggested as such.' She paused for a moment, cracking a bright smile that lit up her eyes along with it. 'You would be most welcome there. It is home for any of our kind, even if our blood spreads far across the Galaxy between many generations. My people would be most honoured to have you visit.'

It was Alwines turn to speak next and Alvida gave her her full attention. 'There are only three packs. I know this for certain. We arrived as twenty and split into four, seven and nine. We grow with each passing year but we are careful not to let our numbers grow to wild and no wolf that I know of has ever left their pack.' A brow raised at the world auflaque, the tone Alwine used to say it almost seemed like the word wasn't at all polite. Perhaps with time she would uncover more of the story behind the distasteful way Alwine spat the word out, but for now she was simply pleased that they had crossed each other's paths. Alvida happily took the hand Alwine offered out. She felt connected to these wolves, despite only having known them for less than an hour. Family really did matter, even if they happened to be a billion miles away. It seemed the lupine species, despite being spread out over countless different planets, really were all part of one pack. 'We must stick together now, and you must return with me to home. To see the rest of my pack and meet the others. They will all be interested to know you both as one of us.'

 

[Malok]

Location: Cavern, M'Haeli​

Tag: [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"], [member="Damsy Callat"], [member="Lace Vi'dreya"]​

Sometimes...it was hard to remember.

The young lives which accompanied their sire onto M'Haeli were not born of the same, destructive home life. Though each had been affected by the shortcomings of the Sith in one way or another, they themselves were not battered, broken, and calloused into hollow reflections of themselves. They did not seek War or Glory as a reprieve from their suffering, as Darth Metus had done when he was very young. When he was not acting as a shield for his darling siblings, he was learning the blaster. When he was not being thrown through furniture, he was mastering the jetpack. Every moment in the field was one not spent at home. But, as the Sith felt a hand grace his own, he was reminded of the fact that the lives he helped create were not avoiding home. Yes, there were plenty of grudges and mixed feelings...but his children did not fear him.

Okay, except Allya when she ate the last taco. Then there would be Hell to pay.

Looking down, he saw the ridiculous expression of his daughter as she wiggled her eyebrows against him. The mocking how you doing was exactly how he attempted to pick up "chicks" when he was but fifteen years old. And the memories of many mugs of tihaar thrown into his face caused an unceremonious, deep laugh to erupt from his chest. The peals echoed throughout the cavern, so much so that his sibling Lace would be able to hear from where she stood. In fact, it was enough that he did not adequately hear the flutter of a tail upon frigid waters. And when Allya was victim to the spontaneous splash, so was he. The Sith gaped and wiped the excess water from his face, pausing for a moment as his burning gaze settled upon Damsy.

"Oh, so you want to play huh?" he began, with a tone alive with bemusement. "Allya, I'll triple your allowance if you can dunk your sister for me." he began, before turning his back on the cavern. Damsy was going to pay for her treachery with a ruined hairday at the very least. But, as the Sith strode away from the ghosts of the past, a single truth became apparent. He didn't need to kill the past - his children had already done so, many times over.

 

[Keva]

Objective: Converse
Location: Edges of pools
Tags: [member="Chikako Liona"]

Keva was quickly pulled out from her little world as the woman approached, she heard her before she saw her though: old tricks. There were many nefarious enemies to the Expansionary Defense Force that relied on stealth and surprise to reap their bloody bounties.

This was, of course, far scarier than some frightening looking alien from the depths of metaphorical Hell. The moment the pale looking humanoid spoke, she barely understood a word of what she said. Why did basic have to be so complicated?

"What?..."

Swallowing her pride for a brief moment, Keva fiddled with the "collar" of her shirt. Something she was far more used to doing with officer uniforms, and was stuck sorely disappointed in the lack of a proper one in her current attire. Well. Time to mingle with the masses it seemed.

 

[Seren]

Location: Cavern, M'Haeli​

Tag: [member="Jenmae Ophiro"]​

Her blood was familiar.

The warmth which trickled into the ravines marred into his flesh was Home. But at the same time, the sensation was lacking its usual edge. T'was much akin to becoming accustomed to a variant of one's favored beverage, only to return to the original so many years later. It was Home. But it was different than what the palette had assumed was the norm. Yet, Seren did not shy away from her touch. Nor did he make any indication that anything was different than what he considered Home. After all, in time, the woman before his sulfuric gaze would be the same who had sent him hurtling into the past. And maybe, as they were starting far sooner, they could avert the missteps which would cost them so dearly. It pained him to know that Jenmae put so much faith in herself...in the woman standing before him...rather than the infernal paradise they had built.

It pained him even more still to know that she no longer drew breath. And that her only chance for living anew was to bring her to life in the present. This truth, he would never withhold from the woman who clutched his cheeks. She, as a creature driven by the same sense of ambition, would want nothing more than to know her weaknesses. She would want to smother them out and replace them only with strength. Seren's lips curved into the beginnings of a ravenous smile at the notion. Yet, before he uttered another word, he could feel the tug of the young woman's mind upon his own. He could feel the questions forming. The curiosity rearing its ugly head. Though, in the moment, she would be satisfied to know her former pet was "safe" in one way or another. She was bound to ask the obvious...such as what the actual kriff.

Action spoke infinitely louder than words.

His bottom lip curled into his mouth momentarily, only to fall victim to his teeth. A vicious rip of his own flesh produced a meager puddle of crimson which promptly spread. He dared not waste a droid by swallowing, but rather stepped once and placed his marred lips upon her own. And while he might have felt the "mortal" version of his partner - she would taste more than a Wolf's blood invade her mouth. She would taste…agony personified. Lives. Memories. Wishes. Dreams. Aspirations. Power. So many lives swirled within such a simple puddle of blood, offering a true and definitive answer to what the being before her was: Divine.

Made mighty by the essence of thousands.

 

[Chikako Liona]

Objective: Talk, maybe
Location: Water Edge
Attire: Once again her beach outfit
Interacting With: [member="Keva"]

The women didn't respond well, or if at all, just seeming to stare at her for a few moments, replying with one word. Could it be the CHiss didn't speak basic? Not surprising considering their location in the galaxy but kind of odd if such a women was among the CIS. Not that it mattered, Chikako once again opening her mouth to speak with the women "Vah ch'acacah ch'at tisut"? Not the most grammatically or formal sentence she could say but the meaning was still there, perhaps this would be a good chance to improve her Cheunh.

That was if the women even wanted to talk, it still seemed like the blue skinned women was annoyed with her presence somewhat, or was just still confused, it was honestly hard to say. Once again, she could never improve in reading such social cues without practice, either way this experience while a little awkward did offer some experience, something she was always grateful for.

 

[Jenmae Ophiro]

Location: Beneath the Falls, M'Haeli​

Tag: [member="Seren"]​

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Large, liquid brown eyes searched those of her Little Wolf, seeing there a distance that she did not yet understand. As the tips of her bloodstained fingers traced the scars on his face, she silently wondered at what it was the man before her had come to show her… To give her. There was little doubt in her that this was Seren, the same boy she’d known for such a short time and who had sworn his life to her pursuits so long as he continued to believe himself indebted – but this man was different also. The intricate weave of spells she’d placed on the boy was gone, that was easy enough to see, but there was something else in place now… Something that felt familiar but was not a magik she yet knew.

Her brows raised in unison as she watched the man bite his own lip, stepping in to press his lips to hers. There was a tension in her as his mouth met hers, those luminous dark eyes growing just a fraction wider to denote her surprise. Though all thoughts of what made the one she’d known as a child so bold melted away as his blood slid across her tongue. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. A soft gasp was his reward as her back arched and her body pressed in tightly to his, the hands that had gently cradled his face moving to clutch at the back of his neck as she pulled that lip into her mouth and held him fast.

The images came as a flood; years of memories that she recognized as his but were like a book laid open to show her own path. As the raw power poured down her throat, so did their story – years spent building their dominion over first a planet, then a system, then beyond… Lives. So many lives. Blood. So much blood. What she’d asked of him, what he’d freely given – and what she’d offered in return. It was strange, seeing herself through his eyes, but it was intoxicating as well. The spell she’d used to ensnare the child was gone because what she had built was so much stronger… The man before her was hers, but he was also willing. Whatever magiks laid between them now had been of their making, Seren and the woman whom he’d sworn himself to.

The tension returned for only a moment, her nails biting into his skin as she saw what was to come… Great power, wrath, ire, total dominion over all they wished… And great loss. Her much smaller form shuddered mightily as she saw it; her own demise through the eyes of a man who viewed her as his entire world. The pain he felt was keen and all-encompassing – and it had led him here, to her arms once more.

Carefully the wraith released him, disentangling herself from him and taking a step back as she moved her fingers to gently wipe the blood from her own lips, in effect simply smearing it across her pale skin. When her eyes met his once more, they had been swallowed whole, every inch a black so dark that it appeared as though they were made of glass. That blood had been so little, but the power in it was enough to make her feel unsteady with the potency. When her voice came it was low, that hint of an accent more pronounced as she lifted a blood-stained hand to him, “Come, Seren. We have work to do.”

 

[Taozi Fuyuan]

Location: Caverns​

Tag: [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] [member="Damsy Callat"]​

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Make a choice.

Lace stood before the bonfire, staring at her hands. Memories of a broken family, swirling in her mind. Of a brother, missing from her life more than she'd like to admit. A father, drunk and angry. Disappointment. Siblings crying in the darkest corners of the house. Lace clenched her fists tight, and stood straight, taking a deep breath. Her choice made, she moved to walk towards the fire, before hearing her brother's deep laugh from the entrance of the cave, and turned.

A soft smile spread across her face as she watched her brother and nieces interact. It gave her hope that maybe her family wasn't broken as much as she believed it to be. Shaking her head, a quiet laugh escaped her lips as she walked towards her family. A smile on her face, Lace came up beside her brother, and crossed her arms while looking at her nieces. "I do hope you two aren't giving your father too little trouble, otherwise I'd have to join you in the fun."

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

Allya had just been minding her business, attempting to use really dumb pick up lines on her father, when all of a sudden SPLASH! The most gorgeous woman in the galaxy used her tail to smack the water and dump water on her. As the teenager took stock of her situation, she looked down at her now soaked white t-shirt. It did what one expected it to do. To be fair, it was probably her own fault for wearing a white t-shirt when going near a waterfall. “Sheesh Damsy! If you wanted me wet, you coulda' just said so! I'm pretty easy that way!” The Mandalorian teen shook her head, dark hair flew all around her head as she shook the water from it.

Mischeviously, she glanced at her father. “On it! Hehehehehe.” The girl gave a menacing little giggle. She ran up the trail a bit, to where the top of the waterfall was, and then some, so a deep pool, far enough away from the edge, that when Damsy got to it, she wouldn't be in any danger. No sharp rocks, not close to the edge of the water fall, deep enough she shouldn't hit the bottom.

The small one brought up her hands and gathered the dark side around her, feeding her frustration into it, and walked out off the edge of the trail head. There was a small cliff above the water from where she was, and it looked like she would have fallen off of it. However, as if she was still walking on the ground, the Vi'Dreya walked on air. Then with a big motion of her hands, she used her telekinesis to stir up the water which quickly was forced into a small whirlpool which attempted to suck Damsy into the middle of it. It wasn't so strong that the fish-sis wouldn't be able to get out of it, if she tried hard, nor would she be dragged under. Though in this form, that wouldn't even pose a problem for Damsy. However, it was fun. “I am the dread witch of the Sky! You have made my shirt see through! Now, get stirred up into my pot! BWHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

[member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Damsy Callat"] | [member="Lace Vi'dreya"]​

 

[Karlie Lynn Destat]

Objective: Continued research on midi colony concentrations
Location: Resort first, then trip to Falls and then Caverns
Ship: Castan LCX-L3
Attire: Casual
Interactions: Open... but apparently I'm so hot, it's intimidating for anyone to approach me. Sigh...
Post: 4


The Falls...

Cool, refreshing and pretty freakin LOUD!
Karlie made her way down the many natural and wood constructed steps down to the pools below. The roar of the water was indeed loud, but not deafening...more acting like white noise than anything. It did drown out the folk down below in the pools laughing and hollering with kids and all having a time of their life. karlie paused a bit before the last landing getting a good vantage point of the pool and the water falling from above. The gentle spray were like mist, cool and refreshing even here down on the jungle floor. The lack of biting insects due to the spray was definitely a bonus. Although she had already applied insect repellant in the form of cologne...quite pricey, but definitely worth it. Other options were to smell like repellent itself no matter how it were masked. but the one she had on had no hint at all of being a repellant.

She finally made it down to the pool's edge and knelt down securing a sample of the water. Placing it safely sealed in her side pouch she walked around to the next pool and did same.
This brought her about and closer to the next fall. It were almost as crowded with folk and children, but not as much as the previous one. Again she took a sample as it were definitely from another souse above, then took the path leading to the next fall which seemed like a half kilometer away.
This one seemed to have attracted just two couples as it were certainly a distance from the other two falls.

"Don't mind me...just taking a sample s'all" She said when one of the couples looked over to her by the bank. Perhaps they felt she were intruding or just strange that she were here alone...and not in a swim suit. But whatever the case, they just waved an acknowledgement and went back to what they had been doing in the water...smooching.
"See ya..."

Karlie had been told that the further falls had the more interesting caverns behind them. as such she tally-ho the couple and continued on her trek to the last fall. And what a waterfall it were. No wonder not many folk came to it as it were not just another kilometer away, but the water was carbonated. The effervescent coming off the surface of the pool was like getting sprinkled on from...uhm, like from lawn sprinklers.
It felt like that as the fizz was everywhere, even by the water's edge. Karlie could not only see the difference in the falling water into the pool, but also hear it. It were like a giant bottle of fizz being poured into a glass from a height. It was pretty awesome.
The taste of it were sweet as she easily became drenched with the bubbly water effervescing up from the surface when she did her best in acquiring a sample. And that was pretty tricky as it fizzed off in the test tube, having her take several samples.

"Hmm... just need a few fruit flavors and we got pop...hahaha..." she laughed as the bubbly tickled her nose.
She backed away from the edge, enough to avoid the fizz when she eyed a shadow through the white out of the falls. Rock face maybe?
Hmm..that area didn't seem to be fizzing about as when the water hit the walls. It seemed like it was a void...a cavern maybe.

Karlie walked her way around the pool and to the side of the falls. Again it were difficult to see with all the effervescing and all. her hair, clothes were completely fizz drenched as she got closer and closer to the falls themselves. And sure enough, there was a void behind the falls...a cave like hole. Karlie was certain it were one of the remote caverns that she heard so much about. Then again, there were quite a few that were mentioned and this one could or could not be any of the ones.

She took a moment to contemplate whether to go for it of not. But the fact she were already drenched head to toe...

She put her hands over her head and entered the falls... "Eeeek... son of a-...." screaming at the weight of the water cascading down on to her. It felt like a thousand tiny fists pounding down on her as she went through and came out behind the falls.

"Brrr... frak me!..." She shuddered a moment as she had become more than drenched. Fixing her shirt and wringing out her hair, she let her eyes aclimate to the darker interior of the cave behind the falls.

"Ahem...hello?" She timidly spoke before giving it a minute. then "HELLO?!!... Hello, anyone else in there?!"

 

[Keva]

Objective: Converse
Location: Water edge
Tag: [member="Chikako Liona"]

Keva's face seemed to light up, she was finally able to free herself from those constraints of ignorance. It was a reliving thing, though it was unlikely her thoughts would actually be freed. But to have a proper conversation, or something close to one, would be a wonderful thing.

"Bun. Ch'ah cart hum ch'at k'en cart tasco ch'at tisut tenar.(Good. I am glad to finally be able to speak freely.)"

She gave the pale woman a nod of thanks. A genuine thing, she was an odd sort woman in the folds of the Confederacy. Unprepared for the rest of the Galaxy, truly she had been a flesh and blood tactical droid since she was a mere child, now thrust into realms where things like socialization, and knowing languages, were important.

"Hah cart ch'an'cevzo sir ch'a k'tin'v cat ch'at rsah ch'eo tin'hi, cas ch'at veo nezat. Vah cart votcosi, rab Ch'ah rot'up carcir tta ch'at hah.(It is rare for an outsider to know my tongue, even to your level. You are cultured, but I assume there is more to it.)"

Her inquiry was basic, and important in her mind: it was always possible she was an ally of her foes, or an ally of the Ascendancy she abandoned. Many possibilities, some harmless, some the complete opposite.

 

[Seren]

Location: Falls, M'Haeli​

Tag: [member="Jenmae Ophiro"]​

Conclusion…​

Midnight.

When the pallid witch untangled herself from his grasp, the Young Wolf smiled a grin adorned with blood. What graced the burning depths of his sight was a reflection of the woman he knew. A woman whose eyes were as boundless as the midnight sky, yet as mighty as the stars which ruled it. This woman, empowered by the divinity of his blood, was one step closer to the future that he called Home. And yet, Seren had a suspicion that things would be far different. That the woman he knew...the woman who had sacrificed everything for this chance at ascendance once more...would not hold a candle to the Jemnae of the present. Knowing all that he knew, their plans could accelerate. Their mistakes could be avoided. And the midnight which claimed the totality of her vision could become permanent.

After stepping back briefly, Jenmae extended her hand and Seren gladly took it. This was where he belonged after all. "That we do." he agreed. "To Cularin? It's been...far too long since I've seen it as it is now." A low chuckle escaped him. "Though, you'll like what it becomes. I guarantee it."