It's just a Name

[ReTRAKKS]

[member="Darth Carach"]

The sun was setting. Endor's sunsets were beautiful. Even though the breathtaking view lasted less than a few minutes, it were always a sight worth seeing. Gavrriks sat on a rock near the edge of a ravine, Sharpening one of her knives while watching the sunset. She spoke to herself quietly, making an agenda for the night to come.

"I better go check those snares, and check around the camp to see if anyone's prowling about. I don't want Ferus or Ophidia to be all up in business again..." She said. She remembered the night Darth Ophidia barged in on her. She didn't like the end results.

Shaking her head in annoyance, she holstered her knife and focused on the sunset, which was just beginning to finish up. Two and a half weeks have gone by, sooner or later she'd have to leave for more lessons with Ferus. Unlike most Acolytes who join the Sith, Gav didn't exactly join willingly. She'd been forced to join, for which her her other option had been death. That fateful day on Tatooine felt like ages ago. Now she was merely deciding whether she wanted to stay with the Sith, or try to escape. She hunched over slightly, placing her balled fist underneath her chin. Why was she eager to get away? To run away? As of now, that question would remain unanswered. She'll probably find her answer later..

As soon as the sun was lost behind the trees, Gavrriks unperched herself from the rocks and walked back into the treeline, making her way back to her little camp.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Her little camp was no longer empty.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Instead a large silhouette was sitting at the fireplace. His legs were crossed and a cane rested on his lap. She would note eyes filled with burning amber staring at the fire, his fingers moving a little bit here, a little bit there, influencing the flames with a flex from his mind. Carach had learned a long time ago that your mind could be trained just like your muscles. More agile, flexible, tougher and faster in processing valuable information.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]The visitor of her little camp was clearly a Sith. It would be on her to come up with an approach for this moment - but suffice it to say that she would get the feeling of being watched, whilst every sign pointed towards the Sith Lord not paying attention.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]An illusion? Perhaps.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]You never knew with these Sith.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]But she would never find out by just standing there, now would she? Perhaps it was a quiet challenge then, this too could be the sign of the Sith.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px][member="Gav Arwell"][/SIZE]

 

[ReTRAKKS]

[member="Darth Carach"]

At this point, Gav was use to the surprise visitor. Gav's animalistic nose kicked near the outskirts of her camp, catching Carach's scent before she could even see him. He smelt of sith, a dark smokey and sinister scent. The first time she'd ever smelt it, it had shaken her. But now it was nothing more than a tingle. As soon as she'd entered her camp, She'd spotted the sith lord's back. To her, all sith were shady figures. Gav didn't know why she came to that assumption, but it felt appropriate.

"I wasn't expecting the sith assassins to come check on me so soon. Or maybe I'm just a trouble magnet."

Gav's tone wasn't icy as usual. It was as if she really wanted to talk to someone. That was a lie however, Gav was merely forcing herself to be social. She was never the talkative type.

Walking around the firepit, Gav made her way towards a vine covered rockwall, standing less than four meters high. She pulled back the shrubbery to reveal the metallic surface of a bunker door. The outside area was just for show, the bunker was were she normally hung out. Not exactly grieakian style camping, but Gav didn't mind.

"I'm not who takes a liking in talking, so pardon if I'm being rude in any way."