Private Surrender The Stars

[Domina Prime]

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ᚨ ᚷᛁᚱᛚ ᚹᚺᛟ ᛞᚱᛖᚨᛗᛊ ᛟᚠ ᚠᛚᛟᚹᛖᚱᛊ ᚨᚾᛞ ᚠᛁᚱᛖ​

On the rugged, untamed world of Dathomir Dima stands on the edge of a rocky precipice, surveying a radiant nest of newly hatched Dovahdrakes. Their scales glisten like shards of obsidian under the planet's crimson sun, each one glowing with the promise of untapped power and potential as her five alien eyes flicked and scattered in examination.

"Hmm, sweet dreams little beast~" She whispered delicately.

Dimas four nimble arms make swift work of the tasks at hand, driven by a visionary purpose. She envisions transforming these majestic creatures into formidable War Mounts, a critical asset for the impending conflict in the stars.

She strips off her battle-worn armor, revealing her own hardened scales and toned muscles as she adjusted her underclothes she wore beneath her armor. Cradling the dragon eggs carefully in her arms, Dima carries them to a secluded mountain pool, a hidden oasis amid the rugged landscape. Under the soft luminescence of the crimson sun, Dima meticulously washes each egg. Her sharp claws move with tender care, ensuring the delicate shells are cleaned of any debris that could harm the growing beasts within.

"Splish, splash, takin a bath bu-duh-duh-dum~" Dima amused herself, whistling carelessly in the moment.

As she works however, mischievous baby Drakes flit around her like sprites, their inquisitive eyes full of wonder and mischief as they swarmed Dima since their parents were currently…off world and on a hunt. They nip playfully at her hair and the edges of her tunic, filling the air with chirps and squeaks that are both endearing and mildly annoying. These tiny creatures, no longer than her forearm, already show signs of the power they will one day wield as they cough and wheeze smoke and embers from their maws.

Guarding the nest with fierce loyalty and unwavering vigilance is also Azura, Dimas steadfast companion and Warmount. Azura's battle-hardened exterior, scar-marked by the wear and tear of countless battles, speaks of her formidable prowess. Yet, when the baby drakes approach him, a softer side exposes itself if but for a moment. He allows them to climb over him, wrestle his tail and overall treat his massive body like some kind of jungle gym, causing Azura to groan in obvious annoyance despite still letting them do it. Thumping his tail across the stone ground with force as if to scatter them.

Dima erupted in laughter as an impish, melodic sound echoes through the air. "Oh don't look so grumpy you big baby! At least they're not teething ye-EEEEOUCH!" Dima jumped several feet into the air as an audible CHOMP could be heard behind her. One of the fledglings snapping their jaws on Dimas tail and showing her that, a few of them, had indeed begun teething. As if she spoke her misfortune into existence Dima desperately pulled the little drake while trying to yank her tail away. The baby dovah only tightening its grip. "Woah, woah woah hey hey hey that hurts let go let go let go!" She wheezed in panic. Sending Azura into a bellowing, guttural hiss of draconic laughter. Dima flustered and throwing a rock at Azuras head which just bounced off his forehead. "Oh ok it's just soooooooo funny huh!?" She barked at her Warmount as the creature chittered in obvious amusement seeing Dima harassed by the young fledglings.

Something told her it was gonna be a long day~

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[Nouqai Veil]

Since her abduction into Jedi custody, it had taken a long time for things to return to normal, but now that she was back with the SIth, the young apprentice was resuming her plans and projects. It been a long time since she had wanted to come here, to Dathomir, it was not the planet itself that interests her, but a kind of beasts that made it their home.

It was a perilous venture, what she was about to do. These beasts were far larger than a purrgil and more menacing than a rancor, but with the force by her side, perhaps she might come out successful and unscathed. She had studied the behaviour of the creatures, and their nest sites. Knowing that she wouldn't have much time before the last of the clutch of eggs hatched.

However, when she arrived to the caves, thinking that most of the adults have left, she had not expected to see an odd four armed and tailed entity, who's mask made it clear of that she was a mandolorian warrior. There was only one adult in the area. The hatchlings were more than comfortable with the sentient humanoid in their midst. Yet, it would not dissuade Falentra from her task.

She warped the force around her, using the cloaking skill Malum had taught her to blend in with the surroundings. Falentra followed the woman as she carried the eggs to the spring near the caves. She waited, when the mandolorian was distracted by the rambunctious little dragons, she approached the clutch of eggs with nimble feet. She just needed to get her hands on one.

With the dragon babysitter entirely distracted, it almost seemed like she'd pull this off... her hands coming to pick up a red coloured egg. Only if it weren't for one of the gremlins running straight into her. "Omph!" She grunted as Falentra fell forward into waters of the nearby pool. The waters splashing and alerting everyone of her presence. Her force cloak also dropping.

Domina Prime