Private Restless Souls

[Lesaj]

D E A T H​

LOCATION: Dathomir. Ancient Great Canyon Clan territory.
WEARING: XxX.
WEAPONS: The Thorn Bearers (not conjured).
TAG: Telula Vale

A witch did not fear death.

The Nether awaited for all, another path to tread in the never ending currents of the Force. None could ever escape it, and yet there were worse fates than death. Lesaj Ophrys had bared witness to them - and she could not allow them to exist.

It was not frequently that the Green Witch returned to the planet that had dawned her kind. Perhaps Dathomir was not the patron land of all who held the title of witches, but it was the true mother of all who followed the arcane arts of the Force, it was their birthplace. All who knew the Sylphe, even if only superficially, knew that she was a loner at heart, accompanied only by the Force and those who were lost in it. And yet, distant or not, Lesaj would not turn her back on the call of a sister.

Their wails had reached her through the veil, twisted and suffering. A dark power that was not their own had been awakened on Dathomir and disturbed the peace of their ancient souls. A peace Lesaj would see restored, for that was her duty. The Green Witch would not enable their pain, nor would she leave them vulnerable to fate's whim. Her sisters' souls belonged to no one but themselves, not to the corruption of the Darkside, nor to the will of any Sith who could cross paths with this anomaly and decide to enslave a power they had no understanding of. If the call of their ailing ghosts and the pull of the Darkside had reached her, then it was only safe to assume she had not been the only one to hear it. Tonight, Lesaj would have to be swift.

The Green Witch moved under the shadows of the night, welcomed by the forests of the umber planet. The more she walked, following the pulls of the Force, the clearer her destination became. She had visited these lands before, yet the taint that now wafted through the air had not been present. The witches of the Grand Canyon Clan had been known for their love of amulets and talismans. They followed the teaching of the Book of Shadows. It would seem one of their creations had come back to haunt them, long after they were gone. The night ahead would not be an easy one...

Then the witch stopped walking, standing still in the middle of the forest. Bright emerald eyes glided to her side, into the darkness cast by the trees. She was not alone. Her voice would resonate through the silence, filled with echoes of voices that did not belong to her as she addressed this unknown presence. "Come forth... No need to hide in the shadows."
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[Telula Vale]

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TAG: Lesaj
Wearing: [xXx]


To be awakened in the middle of the night was never a good omen. In nearly every case, it meant something supernatural was afoot, be it wicked dreams, or something slipping between the veil for whatever reason. Those were instances that Telula was used to, being a Witchling came with plenty of unexpected things that had taken time to get used to. But up to date, the blonde had never heard the calling of sister witches. It had been enough for her to leave home and seek out where she needed to be, lead by instinct just as much as this calling out.

Travel had still not become any easier, but Lula had at least learned how to make concoctions that she could either have people drink or smash at their feet, and moments later they would do everything she suggested - not all people of course, some were stronger minded than others. But in the case of the pilot who she needed the help of, it worked like a charm.

She of course had Kai with her, never wandering far without either the hound, or Damien Van-Derveld , and something told Lula that the latter would not have sanctioned this little late night adventure. Especially considering that this call for help had taken her to Dathomir. As soon as she stepped foot from durasteel to earth, the blonde had to pause and recenter herself. The calling was already something she was unfamiliar with, so to be drawing near the source was unsettling.

But she pressed on, driven forward with Kai ever dutifully by her side as she went. Eventually there was a low, rumbling warning from the hound, and it gave Lula pause. She glanced around, reaching a hand down to touch the top of the Galek's head, ready to take control in an instant if she needed to. And the voice that called out to her did not help matters any. It sounded unnatural to the blonde's ears, yet she did not have the urge to run. Bravery, stupidity, or something else entirely? Lula didn't know...

"Isn't there, though?" she called back, though didn't come unrooted from her spot just yet. "There are plenty of things here to hide from, I would imagine." and here she was, without her favorite form of company and protection.

 

[Lesaj]

D E A T H​

LOCATION: Dathomir. Ancient Great Canyon Clan territory.
WEARING: XxX.
WEAPONS: The Thorn Bearers (not conjured).
TAG: Telula Vale

The ghost of a smile curved the witch's lips a second before a reply reached her, her head turning to look at the young woman as she emerged from the woods, with the slowness of someone who did not seem to be on a rush - even if she was. Even on Dathomir their numbers had diminished, to see that not a Jedi nor a Sith stood before her but one who was well into the first steps of the path of the arcane arts had contented the Druid. The body Lesaj walked in might have looked youthful, yet the age of her own soul and the many that lived alongside her spoke of nothing but ancientness. One day her life would be spoken for, and then the next generations would remain.

"And you imagine right, young one...but they are not the kind that would be deterred by a bit of shade." That haunted yet still beautiful voice was heard again, echoing off into the darkness. Emerald eyes then fell to the creature that walked besides the silver haired witch. Animals were often better company than people, and it had been wise of her to not venture into these lands on her own. The Force strained and twisted around them, a corrupt power was at play on this night and the woods and everyone in them would suffer for it. Until she put a ending to it.

For a moment, the Green Witch pondered her next words. There would be danger ahead, and perhaps she would be better off sending the younger one back into safety. However, it took only one more look at her to dispel that idea. There was a certain guardedness to the initiate witch, yet also a curiosity and great promise. So, perhaps today would also be a night of learning. "Walk with me, child. Solitude will not suit me tonight." If her speculations were correct, the power of another witch would be welcomed.

She turned once again, allowing her to decide whether she would take her up on the offer or not. If she did, Lesaj would speak once again. "Our sisters' wails have reached you too...It takes no small amount of power to disturb once restful souls in this manner." They had been gone for centuries, and now their pained and enraged spirits were readying themselves to tear through the veil that grew thinner by the minute. "Tell me, have you heard of the witches that once called this place their home?" Lesaj would not allow her to walk into this uninformed, yet she was also curious about what insight might rest within the youthful mind.
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