Darth Gyaumchem
The Sanctum had felt grey washed in the corners and stickily parts on the ceiling as Ahani Najwa stalked around muttering quietly under her breath. Since following her son from Atrisia, Ahani had stagnated and that was the worst sin outside of leaving the laundry out to dry on Hoth.
Wet socks, frozen and wet socks were the worst sort of blasphemy. "Greasy toes… Wiggly toes soaked through in tight b-b-b-bb..boots! Boots. B-oooohhhh I'm holed up in th-h-there." Pointing at a door, Ahani rubbed her lips with the back of her arm and waved at the door with the other. It creaked, buckled and veered open. Ahani stumbled inside, her shoulder twitching wildly as she glanced around the training ring.
"F-f-ff-found my way into a training place, oh hoohoh, this is richer than [member="Isley Verd"]! Now my trainer cometh!" Snapping her fingers, Ahani giggled and glanced around the place. "Someone will come. I'll make them interested enough to come." Plunking down right there in the middle of the ring, shoved her legs in the lotus position and began to string her fingers together, counting them three by one to thread her signature in the Force together and begin the wisps of a throbbing, visibly cacophonous and colourful aura around her body.
The frail sparks of her conscious and unconscious mind wound in a flimsy collective, held together with the careful planning of a distant dark presence and the shocking bliss of the Light. The woman sunk away from the Light, nestling into the faint fragments of her dimmer, chaotic forces. The Knight had potential, but she was untempered, left too much to her own devices.
Who would teach Ahani the continued potency of the Dark? Tricks to aide in battle and strengthen her feeble, past-wracked mind?
[member="Tricia"]
Wet socks, frozen and wet socks were the worst sort of blasphemy. "Greasy toes… Wiggly toes soaked through in tight b-b-b-bb..boots! Boots. B-oooohhhh I'm holed up in th-h-there." Pointing at a door, Ahani rubbed her lips with the back of her arm and waved at the door with the other. It creaked, buckled and veered open. Ahani stumbled inside, her shoulder twitching wildly as she glanced around the training ring.
"F-f-ff-found my way into a training place, oh hoohoh, this is richer than [member="Isley Verd"]! Now my trainer cometh!" Snapping her fingers, Ahani giggled and glanced around the place. "Someone will come. I'll make them interested enough to come." Plunking down right there in the middle of the ring, shoved her legs in the lotus position and began to string her fingers together, counting them three by one to thread her signature in the Force together and begin the wisps of a throbbing, visibly cacophonous and colourful aura around her body.
The frail sparks of her conscious and unconscious mind wound in a flimsy collective, held together with the careful planning of a distant dark presence and the shocking bliss of the Light. The woman sunk away from the Light, nestling into the faint fragments of her dimmer, chaotic forces. The Knight had potential, but she was untempered, left too much to her own devices.
Who would teach Ahani the continued potency of the Dark? Tricks to aide in battle and strengthen her feeble, past-wracked mind?
[member="Tricia"]