Private Taming The Feral

[Zanami]

Location: Jutrand, Western Quarter
Gear: Lightsaber/ x2 Daggers
Tags: Bane Kaohal

There was something here, a reason why she continued to stalk the streets of the city-planet, avoiding attracting unwanted attention to herself in the process; but what? Every time she was called upon by those that needed her services, she always found her way back to this exact location; like a starting point, like she was called by some disembodied voice.

But there was no disembodied voice, it was the other her, that darker aspect that forcibly brought her against the will of the lesser of the two; the pacified her. Though her mind continuously splintered and fractured, the two halves would never meet, could not meet; as in the theory that matter, two objects, cannot occupy the same space simultaneously. Two halves warring over control, neither side knowing of the other.

It was during one of those creeping visions, one nightmare after another that caustically visited her, that she lost her connection to remain unseen, and hazardously stumbled upon a group of men who were employed to clear the street urchins from the public eye. By habit, she reached down for her lightsaber, grasping only nothingness as she locked her eyes on them. She stashed her weapons, as was her routine when revisiting, and now stood unarmed; by material standards.

The Collectors, as they were known by the street rabble, began to circle her; and her mind altered, the dark half slinking behind the controls, bringing it's luggage packed with ghoulish intentions. Her brown eyes changed, turning crimson, filled with bloodlusted hatred. She would not be collected and returned, she would not see that cubic home, with blinking lights and ominous noises, again; she would kill to preserve her freedom.

One by one, those hidden daggers, those bone-created serrated claws slowly emerging from her fingers; overflowing saliva from a snarling mouth dripped droplets on the surfaced road, as she waited for that sign.

 

[Bane Kaohal]

Zanami

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It was no longer in Bane's nature to stay anywhere long — those days were long gone. No longer did Bane desire to put down roots, become attached, or become too familiar with anything.

It was better this way — attachments were, messy, and ultimately a weakness.

Night was now befalling the City, and the violent hum of the masses was now dying down, ushering in a new malevolence to the city. The blanket of night, where shadows freely danced and all things dark had the blanketed protection it freely afforded. Bane was intimate with this realm -- courted the darkness, cleaved to it... for it was in the darkness that he had been reborn.

The soft jingle of the chain that lie just at the end of his Katana, Shadowrend, created its own hypnotic cadence as Bane walked quietly down the empty alleyways of the City, following the pull of the murderous intent that he felt in the undertow within the force. It was an unusual presence, fractured, erratic... yet, the violent intent that hearkened just at the edge of it was enough to peak his interest.

After sometime, Bane finally came to view the disturbance he felt, his amber eyes gleaming in the low light as he watched with interest from afar, observing the events before him unfold. It was, a young girl -- cornered by several men, whom seemed to be intent on capturing her, but -- the look within the eye of the youth was one twisted with fear, loathing and anger, a potent mixture, volatile when mixed. Normally, the typically behavior of disturbed individuals did not necessarily bother Bane -- in fact, he made it a point to drown the noise out with his own inner dialogue and silence... but what occurred next, only further intrigued the man.

It was faint, it was subtle... but, there was a shift in the air and in the young girls very aura.

From a sacred lamb, to a rabid animal Bane watched as she got ready to defend herself -- the men around her all chuckling as they began to enclose the distance between them.

Despite his cold, hardened exterior -- Bane wasn't about to let potential limitless vessel be taken out, not before gauging its depths first.

Walking out into the open, Bane's molten amber eyes glowed with a fiery intensity -- his clear and evident distaste shown in his demeanor. The air would become thick and heavy, a weight pressing down all around as a chill would creep into the air, Bane now standing behind the men that cornered the girl. As Bane spoke, his voice clawed forth from his throat.

"Numbers don't seem all that fair -- lets even the odds shall we?"

As he talked, he would reach within his Kama, his left hand now holding a weathered, and ominous mask; one, which seemed to be fashioned from a skull... but as he moved it towards his face, a sickening smile began to curl onto his lips until -- the mask became fully seated.

The atmosphere would shift into something else entirely.

It was like the ground beneath them would be ripped out from them, a falling sensation felt as Bane virtually disappeared and became one with the darkness that now seemed to suround them, reappearing off to the side of one of the men, his blade unsheathed and now sticking in and through his neck -- guttural gasps heard as the life of the man bled out, all the while Bane's eyes glowing like to hot embers, filled with a violent hate that could not be quelled, his voice now echoing in the air from behind his mask, cold and indifferent.

"One down... four to go. Power comes to those who take it girl -- fight like your life depends on it, or die."

His eyes focused on her -- No mercy for the weak and Bane wanted to see what this cornered animal was capable of.

 

[Zanami]

Location: Jutrand, Western Quarter
Gear: Lightsaber/ x2 Daggers
Tags: Bane Kaohal

Tilting her slightly to the right, her eyes fixated on the man that so easily dispatched one of the Collectors while a small, puzzled look crept over her facial features, the recognition of this newcomer registered unknown. Even if she never saw him until now, he wasn't free of assumptions that mother or father had employed his services to bring her back, and his attack on the Collectors didn't express his intentions wholly, not until he spoke. This individual implored her to attack, not to stand down; still she didn't trust him, even if he wasn't summoned by her two non-paternal bearers.

Slowly turning her head in the direction of the foursome, her hate-filled eyes twinkling from the psychosis swirling like darkened mist trapped beneath, yearning to be released, to punish, to kill. She charged, eyes never swaying from the prizes, toward the men whose attention was split between her and the newest arrival, systematically plotting in which order she would extinguish the fires of their hopeless lives. The first, the closest to her left, swung a balled fist at her which she dodged by sliding underneath it on her knees, whilst raising her right hand up; the momentum from the failed punch dragging over those serrated claws. The man's veins began pumping blood sporadically, dropping him to his knees as weakness moved in, death gladly following.

No longer in control, the sinister half holding the reigns of her delusional thoughts, brought her body upright, spinning quickly with her left foot, and catching the next man in the jaw. She wasted no time pouncing on him, both her hands clawing manically, removing the flesh from his exposed face. The other two, startled and frightened, began backtracking from Zanami, only to be pulled violently forward by her use of the Force. Using their off-balanced movements against them, she ran between them, carving into their jugulars sprouting more cardinal-colored liquid on the pavement. Yet, even as they grasped at the leaking wounds from tattered, dangling flesh, they still lived. Jointly, they dropped to their knees, eyes fighting the encroaching shadows threatening to engulf them.

Zanami repositioning herself, crouched down to face the dying duo; smirking at her reflection cast back at her from glassy eyes, barely recognizing herself. Brutally, she drove her hands into their wounds, wrapping them around the skeletal cervical spine, snapping the spinal cords. The grotesque sounding of the break was joined by her unsettling laughter, a symphony played for the demented.

Standing up, her demeanor began to switch. Those murderous eyes began to transform, fading from red to brown, whilst her body began to contort from one of a predatorial state to that of a relaxed young, girl. Expelled from her facial expressions, those manipulated by the dark half, gave over to expressions of innocence, those carefully crafted by the lesser of the two evils.

"Mother and father, they never learn," she said, "So Zanami will teach them."

 

[Bane Kaohal]

Zanami
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The rebirth of one was... primal, yet beautiful to witness.

Bane removed his sword from the mans neck with a sickening noise as his body made its death rattles, until finally going silent. Amusingly, Bane watched the scene of carnage unfold... his ever watchful gaze tracking the young woman's actions. They were decisive, and without a shred of remorse.

She had strength of spirit, but not just any strength -- a particular sort, one few had.

It took place within the spirit, then the mind and finally within the heart. It required you to kill the preconceived notions that society put into place and it required you to rise above them, the... ideals behind what was right or wrong. This, death -- was an exchange... it required you to give your very soul and when you did... it transformed the very vessel, deepened it and then, from that exchange true power would come from within and that sort of transformation was limitless.

This girl had it, he was sure of it.

As she finished with the last two men, dispatching them far more mercifully than he would have, he noted the extreme shift within her eyes, her body language and even in the aura that now exuded from her.. this in itself, was... interesting, something that only further drew him in. Now, normally, to have Bane's curiosity was a negative thing -- but in this case, it was a good thing, for her at least.

Bane's gaze still fixed upon the girl, his molten amber gaze glowing from behind his chilling mask, the Darkmantel, he took a step towards the girl until, peering down he heard the gasps of a man still hanging onto life. Slowly, with no rush, he sheathed his katana, the sound of the blade ringing in the air as it slid down and with a "ching" was seated fully. Bane's presence would bleed out once more, the warmth in the air that was once present, no being replaced by a chilling, intense and suffocating pressure. Extending his right arm outward, his hand would reach out and grab hold of some invisible force.

Lifting cruelly into the air, the man gasped and sobbed for mercy as Bane's voice would break and claw forth into the ringing silence.

"Mercy? You'll find none here."

Launching forth and into the air, the man would scream violently as his body would then explode into a pink mist, remnants of his body falling onto the black pavement the two stood on.

Fixing his sights once again onto Zanami, his hand came up and removed the dark and weathered mask. Tucking the mask within his Kama, he spoke.

"You did well girl -- few have the strength to carry out the conviction to defy natural law. What is your name?"

 

[Zanami]

Location: Jutrand, Western Quarter
Gear: In Sig
Tags: Bane Kaohal

Eyes shifting from the corpses back to the man, then back to the corpses, Zanami slowly walked toward one of the bodies, her eyes never wavering from the figure. Squatting, she reached down grabbing a corpse's arm, extended her fangs, and plunged deep through skin and bone; savory the taste of the bone marrow flowing within. She hated feeding in plain view of people, especially that of a stranger, but the hunger was calling, and she needed to feed, less risk the symptoms creeping through her. With the marrow depleted, she savagely ripped the flesh from bone, discarding the meat and began masticating the bone itself.

"Zanami," replying through bites and crunching of the bone. "That's what they called me, Mother and Father, but," her voice trailed off, dropping leisurely into silence. Her eyes focused sternly on this individual, her teeth mashing through the bone like a chainsaw, wondered who this individual was; and why would he help her, a simple unknown?

"Who are you? What is it you want from Zanami," inquisitively she asked, wiping miniscule pebbles of bone from her lips. "You are strange to us, never seen you before. Odd looking mask, why hide features? Someone after you, trying to bring you home, too."

Content and sated with the sample feast, Zanami rose, pointing in the direction of the other cadavers resting peacefully on the back alleyway street. "You killed that man, why? Zanami doesn't know why she kills; it happens when everything is black. But they, they deserved to be killed. Try to capture Zanami, bad....very bad men. Deserved to die. Weak, four against one and lost."

 

[Bane Kaohal]

Zanami
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Bane watched Zanami with a cold, calculating gaze as she fed on the corpses. The sight didn't faze him; he had seen far worse in his time. Her actions, though savage, spoke of a deep hunger, a primal need that resonated with something within him. He could sense the potential in her, a dark well of power waiting to be tapped.

As she spoke, her voice trailing off into silence, Bane's eyes never left her. He listened intently, noting the curiosity and wariness in her tone. When she asked about his mask, he reached up slowly, removing it to reveal his strong, chiseled features. His face was a study in contrasts—sharp angles and hard lines, a visage that spoke of countless battles and unyielding resolve. His eyes, molten amber, seemed to burn with an inner fire, a testament to the darkness that fueled him.

"Who I am does not matter," he growled, his voice a low, resonant growl. "But if you must know, my name is Bane."

Bane's eyes bore into hers, the intensity of his gaze unwavering. "What do you seek, Zanami? Power? Freedom? Purpose? What shackles and chains do you carry?"

He paused, letting his words sink in. "The mask is not to hide, but to remind. A reminder of what I am, what I leave behind, and what I have become. As for home..." His voice took on a darker, more sinister tone. "Home is dead. I exist beyond such trivialities."

Bane's gaze shifted to the corpses, then back to Zanami. "You ask why I killed them? The weak have no place in this world. They sought to harm you, to capture you. They deserved their fate, and I like you was simply an instrument that helped carry out what inevitably would have become. The strong survive through whatever means necessary."

Folding his hands into his sleeves and allowing his right elbow to rest on the handle of his blade, he spoke once again. "What you do with this, how you respond will alter the course of your life entirely. You can either be the hunted, or be the hunter. Few have the true capability in this life to shed their limits and soar to new heights... so what'll be girl? Do you always want to be looking over your shoulder? How deep does your ambition run?"