Magicial Awakening

[Kiyala Demont`]

Kiyala knew it was time for her to get serious. She had taken a Jedi trainer but it wasn't enough and she felt a connection already with her witch sisters. And she could feel their magic's flowing through her, now if only someone could take her beyond the basics she had already learned. She had not yet chosen a side, she didn't know whether the light or the darkness called her but she knew she had seen truth in both ideals. She was deep in the forests of their world, sitting in the middle of the wild life where she could feel centered.

"Will today be the day one of my sister's claim me and help me grow my own wings?"

 

[Kytarra Hawk]

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A single arrow shot to plunge betwixt the spread feet of the young woman. It's shaft slightly shook, the plumed feathers lightly fluttering in the wake of it's send off. Off in the distance, a single woman stood upon the shoulders of an old matriarch rancor. Twin billows of steam shot from it's flat nostrils, it's claws raking the earth as it took slow sure steps forward.

She wore no helm, but her distinctive white blond hair interwoven with bleached bones, grass, and white clay would identify her as Kytarra Hawk, shaman of Singing Mountain Clan. Milky-white eyes, almost as if taken over by cataracts, bore their cloudy appraisal upon the outworlder.

Her face was grimy, her feet sharing the same fate and bare. For all intents and purposes, it was as if the woman were wild, primal, savage. As if she'd given into the very same savagery and primitive roots as the wilderness around her.

"Hmmhaahaha...." came the rather low amused hum. "Outworlder. Daughter of da sky." clawed fingers drew down her bow, her ring and pinky finger twitching as she spoke.

"Yesssssssssssss..... Dhey say you come." her voice was thick, almost scratchy yet decadent as a thousand whispers in the wind. ".... seer."

 

[Kiyala Demont`]

As the arrow struck the dirt before her feet, Kiyala rather clumsily considering her surprised fell on her butt. She looked up to see the white haired and honestly disheveled looking warrior on top of a rancor. She'd never understand why her adopted people felt such a kinship to the animals or maybe it was that they saw mastery in being able to control one.

"An outsider I am. No one for long I suppect." Kiyala slowly drew herself off the ground, she reached for the arrow and as she touched it she began to see images. However, she couldn't go with the vision as her mind needed to remain in the now but she knew this world held a lot of memories for the rancor bound witch. She was confused by the last statement the older witch had said to her, taking a slow cautious step forward passing the arrow.

"Who said I would come? Did they tell you my reason for being here?"

 

[Kytarra Hawk]

@[member="Kiyala Demont"]

Bared yellowed teeth turned into a wide grin. A nudge from her thighs and the rancor took another step closer.... closer; the ground lightly trembling with each step.

"Da bones spoke of da coming," her lashes went blinking over those milkywhite eyes lined with a thick smear of kohl. Her attention drew to the sky, and she gave another half low chuckle, her hand raised over head.

"Winged Goddess. Fanged God." she suddenly jerked her head back down, locking her gaze onto Kiyala. "Kiyala Demont come with me."

 

[Kiyala Demont`]

Kiyala turned her head to the side genuinely in awe of the relationship between the elder witch and her rancor. When she mentioned the bones had told her Kiyala figured she must be a type of seer as well. Kiyala could also feel the power the Shaman held and grew happy knowing that she'd not only be a good master but will keep her safe until it is time for her takes steps out on her own.

As the rancor and Shaman approached Kiyala assumed that she was going to have to join the Shaman. Kiyala took in a deep breath and the winds picked up slightly, when she leaped the force propelled her high into the air landing on top of the Rancor next to the Shaman. She offered her a smile before sitting down waiting for the Shaman to direct the large beast.

"So it seems you know my name. Is it not for me to have knowledge of yours and what am I to call you sister?" The sun's radiance adding a certain warmth to her features.

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[Kytarra Hawk]

@[member="Kiyala Demont"]

With a cluck of her tongue, Kytarra motioned for the rancor to move. They swayed a bit side to side as the great beast began to make headway towards the direction where the Shaman's hut lay. It was situated farther out from the actual clan, as the shaman preferred her isolation.

She didn't turn her head at the question, instead she kept her attention forward. Dreadlocked white hair lightly brushed her cheeks as those milky white eyes stared out into the jungle.

"I come by many names, child." she said, her voice lightly scratched. "Da ancients have given me many." a wave of her hand sent the thick verdant fronds folding back, making their way clear.

"Kytarra is what ya shall know me as." she said with a half amused tone. A closer inspection would see that the woman had tiny wizened wrinkles over her face that crinkled whenever she gave a grin. She was older than she appeared. Far older.

 

[Kiyala Demont`]

The plant-like obeyed the older witch's command and moved out the way as the two rode the Rancor. For someone so short Kiyala had now got to experience a whole knew view. She could see the mountains and how glorious they looked and could feel the winds and the force bringing itself in it's cycle. She was in awe for a second, all the while Kiyala noticed that rather floaty attitude of her new found trainer and knew that she would have to learn to get used to it soon.

"Well it is nice to meet you Kytarra." She said with a smile as her small legs dangled off the Rancor. In the distance, she had before to a hut coming up which confused Kiyala. If anything she had figured that her trainer stayed in the clan's village, surely that would be the safer option for her wouldn't it.

"So where do we start Ms. Kytarra and will I get my own Rancor one day?" Kiyala asked the older witch curiously.

 

[Kytarra Hawk]

@[member="Kiyala Demont"]

The rancor gave an audible grunt at Kiyala's last remark, tossing her head enough to see the sharp teeth that lined her jaws.

A cackle came bubbling forth from Kytarra, a grimy hand coming to sooth the Rancor walking underneath her. "You do not choose a rancor, child." she coo'd "Dey choose you." she informed. Unlike the rancors kept as wild beasts for the Hutts, those rancors on dathomir were completely sentient with their own matriarch and hierarchy, capable of making spears, nets, and even creating their own armor.

"Dhey tell tales, child. Of long ago. One day perhaps, Miak tell you." up ahead, a small clearing came to view. The smoke from the hearthfire rose to a light grey plume towards the east.

"We are here." she said, clucking her tongue for a moment before Miak came to a stop. Bending down forward, Kytarra slipped down from her perch and onto the ground. "Come. We start now."

 

[Kiyala Demont`]

Kiyala looked slightly frightened as the Rancor under her grunted. She rubbed it's skin as if to apologize while taking on a tighter grip to make sure she wasn't thrown off the Rancor. However, she still didn't understand how they choose or what was the whole process of the Rancor chooses. "How do you know if a Rancor chooses you?" Kiyala definitely found the life as a witch to be much different from being a princess or a jedi. Kiyala listened as she woman spoke saying that the Rancor's would speak to her whenever they felt the need too.

Slidding off the Rancor, Kiyala found herself dusting herself off based off of instinct. She heard the chirps and assorted sounds of the planet's wildlife around them, however she was merely glad they didn't stay in the deserts were things were unbearably hot. Kiyala found herself looking at her elder witch finding her to be quite peculiar indeed. Kiyala saw a fire brewing outside of the hut, and Kiyala immediately walked over to the camp fire putting her hands out before the fire.

The winds picked up and the fire responded to her shooting up for a second. It surprised Kiyala as she knew nothing of her elemental affinities yet but she found herself once more distracted. Turning back toward the Elder witch she rejoined her saying "Alright, what is it I need to do?"

 

[Kytarra Hawk]

@[member="Kiyala Demont"]

Kytarra made her way towards the hearthfire, the light flickering over her pallid tattoo'd visage in an almost eerie display. From her hip, she pulled a small pouch. Loosening the ties, she took a handful of crimson powder and tossed it to the flames.

As soon as the powder caught fire, the flames rose and shot up in a fiery display of blue flames. With a toothy grin, Kytarra swiveled her head and bore that milky white gaze upon Kiyala. A bony finger pointed to the cerulean flames.

"Tell me, young one... what do you see?" It was a test to see just how in tune the younger witch was to farseeing. The visions she had seen told her that young Kiyala would be a powerful oracle. Now to see just how powerful she was now.

 

[Kiyala Demont`]

The stillness of their surroundings have begun to get to the young witch in training. She had only just realized that she no longer heard the sounds of wildlife and only silence. Her teacher while slightly off in her opinion was obviously well versed in their ways and she didn't need to show it to prove it. Kiyala could see it from the way she mixed the ingredients and such an ease behind it that spoke volumes. She had since joined Kytarra at by the fire attempting to fully warm up. Shivering slightly she looked up at Kytarra seeing how she was dressed and decided that she needed to learn how to hunt soon.
"Well, I've never been able to just call them at will yet so I don-" Her words were cut off as her eyes caught sight of the fire once more, she saw past where she currently was. She unknowingly fell but grabbing onto Kytarra who without her would otherwise tumble to the ground, she had what she thought were powerful visions before but this was on a whole other level. She saw flashes of her at the altar, then later her as Queen of Alderaan but as her sight when farther something was tugging her to the present.

Rather closer to it as in two minutes they were going to get swarmed by a group of gaping spiders. Kiyala tried to force herself out of the vision but she couldn't stop it until she saw it all the way through. She hated watching the possibility of her death, but with a gasp she returned to reality. She spoke fast and somewhat frightened. "Come on! We gotta go! Pack of gaping spiders !" She said now tugging on her new teacher's arm trying to pull her along to where ever she thought was safe from danger.

 

[Kytarra Hawk]

@[member="Kiyala Demont"]

Yellowed teeth bared in a grisly grin, bearing the weight of Kiyala as the sight took her.

"They will come." It quickly appeared that Kytarra was not going to go anywhere. Instead she spread her arms, the flicker of light from the fire casting an omnious glow around her.

"This be yer trial young one." she croaked, her hand reaching into another one of her pouches to grab a fistful of white powder.

"Da ancestors shall test yer strength!" with that, the hallucinogenic powder was blown onto Kiyala's face. She would face her premonition. This would be her Trial by the Ancestors.

Thrown out to test her mettle then and there.