The Hunt

[Osiren Clarmore]

The Hunt​

Jabiim, Phelleem sector, Outer Rim - Neutral Space​

The warm fire was a relief, Osiren felt like he had been trapped in the chill of space for eternity. When he landed on Jabiim, having to delay his trip further for fuel, he had hoped for respite but only found the dreary, rainy world. He had ventured far away from home and far enough from his own Keep on Serenno. He wondered if his father might notice the delay in the travel. He had taken the trip from Hapes to the far side of the Sith Empire, his brother joining him in a visit to Lothal. It would add several days, but Osiren knew it was necessary. The rule of his house would not remain his father’s forever. Osiren needed to prepare for the future and soon enough he had found himself plotting it.

He made camp deep in the Jabiim forest, his brother staying with their ship as it prepared for the next leg of their journey. It was small shelter, but his father had instilled in Osiren the need to hunt.

“Elseways, you grow slow like the hunted.” The old man’a voice rang in his head as the fire sizzled with spray from the trees above. Osiren clenched his jaws. It was Cain, his brother, who had suggested Osiren meet with the noble families of Lothal. Osiren sneered first, they were crude Outer Rim savages who played at royalty. Cain explained just how similar they were though.

“Do you know why their noble houses still stand?” The thin, hunched-back Clarmore asked. “They have always backed a stronger side. As they have done again with the Sith Empire. Sound familiar?”

Twilight had come across the camp. Despite the dreary, Osiren spotted stars scattered through the sky. He might stay here, for this night and all night’s to come. The breeze blew, picking up as the shadows of night started to stretch from the treetops. There might be peace here and Osiren wondered if that would be a life he'd ever live. But he would never abandon the hunt. There were things still awaiting him in the wide galaxy, legends from the tales Cain read to him long ago.

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[Pom Stych Tivé]

How close can she get to Dathomir, before she begins to sense the presence of Abeloth? It is the million dollar question she wants to answer. Since leaving Dathomir so many months ago, this Nightsister has not even felt the presence of her goddess anywhere. Sadly, Pom Stych Tivé is beginning to believe that Abeloth is no goddess. What goddess is confined within a physical boundary?

And yet there is another burning question, enlightened by her awareness that Pomsty can still perform magick outside of her goddess' physical boundary. Why is this so? Is all this talk about the Force from everyone, and it truly being the sole source of her power, truthful? Is Abeloth merely one cog in a greater wheel? Or is she merely a creation sustained because of the steadfast worship of her captivated followers? If Abeloth is purposefully misleading her only devout people, the Nightsisters of Dathomir, then should not the belief in her divinity be weighed?

For months Pomsty felt overwhelmed by these questions, after she came upon the realization that Abeloth has not smote the Nightsister for her straying. Pomsty has since been introduced to another godhead type of figure, and nothing suffered unto her at all. She learned to channel other beings as her main source of power to infuse magick into items. Not being even tried to stop her. No goddess begged her to return to her inborn ways. And yet…all the magickal items she had born while she arrived at the CIS, they still worked outside of Abeloth's reach.

If Abeloth isn't here, then what made them work? Just how far is Abeloth's reach?

Asher Mossa told her nothing happens without reason; there is no chance. She had never heard such talk before, never needed to contemplate such a statement. And yet, even the witches and the warlocks born to raise Spells upon planetary systems far from Dathomir, they all seemed to know about this Force said to govern all circumstances.

Sith had come to Dathomir on many occasions. They took the women as mates. If the Nightsisters' power were utilized of the same Force as the Sith, then what attributes caused them to be perceived as so special that they ought be coveted?

Is something leading Pomsty to land right here and right now? These questions she asked nonstop since she was encouraged to fathom them only once!

The wind carried the smell of the smoke from a fire.

Why does it seem there is always an answer that does not weigh in favor towards Abeloth? For her goddess is not here either, and as reason evolves to her knowledge, it can be deduced that maybe this Force does in fact exist everywhere else that Abeloth cannot.

The worst part of her questioning, is that she knows, not all guidance by what is introduced as this unseen Force, leads to a welcome outcome. Sometimes there is the whisper of the Light, although it burns her flesh so consistently, and sometimes people are lead into Darkness which corrodes in its own many unique ways.

A snap of her fingertips and she disappeared into a plume of billowing thick black smoke. In the darkening of the evening, she could approach this other who may have been lead here coincidently, and decide on her own which side of the Force is at work here. While her magick is of a crisp dark nature, her views are softening. In times of duress Pomsty deals no magick without first offering an escape. She is no barbarian! She is however, cautious. She has seen some magick generated of the Darkside of the Force that has curled her hair.

If she finds the other residing here most distasteful, she will move on and away from this place. Although it would be a shame, as certain aspects of this terrain do remind her of her original homeworld.

She approached, appearing as shadow stretching across the increasing darkness.

'Oh…it's a man.' How even this fact pleasantly reminds her of Dathomir! In silence she observed him, cloaked in her billowy cloud of black smoke.






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