Yidhra
Mars Tsosûtiyakûtiyuska
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ATHISS :: RIZÛTI KÛRSHolding together by stitches.
That’s how she felt. Like any moment, her flesh and lifeblood might start spilling out again.
Feth dammit.
Unbidden, her amber gaze flickered down to the stump of her right leg. The bastard Sith had taken it off right above the knee. At least lightsaber cuts were clean. No bleeding, no infection. Just a motherkarking world of pain.
Yidhra screwed her eyes shut, swallowing the burning spikes racing down her thigh. She’d experienced agony before; growing up as the youngest sibling of four had been nothing short of Nether on Athiss. Beatings, mockery, humiliation – all a part of her life before she’d ever read her first book or spoken her first words.
She’d repaid it all with interest in due time, of course. The sorceress would never let a debt expire while the culprit still drew breath.
Which brought her here. The dungeons under the fortress she called home. Hewn stone walls, reinforced with layers of ferrocrete and durasteel. Insulation. Faraday cages. A fine lining of neuranium, too, to stop any prying eyes. Spires. Winding staircases. Hidden rooms, sprawling chambers, exuberant décor, self-congratulatory tapestries and mosaics and statues. All told, it lived up to its name.
Asijisis diâ Miara, Ari ant Ansi.
Her gait stuttered as she made her way down the corridor. At its very end, an oubliette. And in it…
a man.
She spat.
A traitor.
Yellow eyes burned bright as she placed her clawed hand upon the lock. The sorcery binding the sealed stone together recognized Lady Dottash, bowed its head, and parted in obeisance.
Her jagged shadow fell long upon the figure chained inside the cell. Barely enough space to stand, let alone sit or lie down. Wetness crawled down the towering walls, pooling on the ground around his feet.
Left in here long enough, he’d start rotting alive – but Yidhra was not so merciful.
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