Private The Spider's Web [Nicole]

[Darth Carnifex]

There was very little warning before they struck.

The vessel carrying Nicole Feanor was set upon in the darkness of space, ripped out of hyperspace by a cleverly placed empion mine. Several of these mines had been seeded across hyperlanes running throughout the galaxy, often at points where the distance to any system or waystation was too far for local authorities. In these dead zones, there wasn't enough time to mobilize a rescue force to answer any distress beacons. Sometimes nearby governments would dispatch sloops to patrol the dead zones, but being so detached from logistical lines rendered them exceedingly vulnerable.

When Feanor's vessel exited hyperspace without warning, several sleek, dagger-shaped vessels rushed in from the surrounding darkness. Though lightly armed, they made up for it where it counted. Ion cannons fired icy blue streams of energy at the harried ship, taking down shields, communications, propulsion, everything tied to the ship's internal power grid. Then they truly struck, stabbing into the crippled vessel like parasitical droch. But instead of draining a victim's fluids, these ships instead released a noxious and potent gas into the ship's interior. The gas expanded quickly, filling up the entire ship within a matter of moments. It wouldn't kill the occupants, but it would render them catatonic and in a state of extended paralysis for as long as the gas remained in their system.

Once bio-scanners had detected the gas working, the sleek vessels extended several magno-grapples that hooked into the outer hull of the beleaguered ship. With the anchors secure and the tethers tightened, engines glowed white-hot as the disabled ship was ferried off into the darkness. Waiting for them was another ship, this one far larger and more resembling a gaping bestial maw. It swallowed both the disabled ship and the ships attached to its surface, the maw closing as they passed beyond it into the red-lit interior. Then the larger ship pivoted on its axis and disappeared into hyperspace.

When consciousness returned to Nicole Feanor, she would find herself restrained by a large organic mass, herself suspended upside down several feet above the ground. What she could make of her surroundings were sparse, as the edges of the room were swallowed in shadow. The floor was made of a smooth silver metal without any indication of where it began or ended. If she managed to turn her head to look at the ceiling, she would find that it was made of the same material. Any movement she made, voluntary or otherwise, caused the organic mass around her to tighten.

Something moved in the shadows.

A dark mass approached, metal boots scraping against the metal floor. A mask swam out from the darkness, attached to a noticeably thin body clothed in stained rough-spun garments. When the figure moved their arms and legs, there was a distinct mechanical whirring that accompanied each movement. The digits of their fingers had been replaced with bladed instruments, such as scalpels, hooks, and even a syringe. The masked creature reached out with one of these fingers, the bladed tip coming within centimeters of Nicole's face as it examined her carefully.

"Such a pretty face, sweet morsel. From where do you hail?"

Neyana ​

 

[Neyana]

This was simply just any other day for Nicole. She travelled around the Galaxy picking up random things for Vanessa. Things she doesn't really enjoy talking or even knowing what they are about. Most of the time its something soft and other such things of that regards. Sometimes Nicole wonders if she should've just not accepted this job. She just knows her employer needs them, and it did feel nice to not be anywhere near the woman at times. Some people can just be clingy.

Regardless, she had ordered her small crew to fly in a few secluded hyperdrives as she didn't really enjoy having to deal with government officials and the like. Plus it did assist in hiding herself from other major powers, like the Sith and Jedi and more Sith. Her vessel in question is just a small transport. Fit with a crew of five, some nameless pilot, helmsmen, a few maintainers and just her.

Today she is just heading to a location to grab something Vanessa had ordered and its been delayed for some strange reason. Or she was if suddenly her ship just didn't stop in its tracks. The woman was casually laying down in a bed when she was jerked awake by such motions. "What the..." She grunts as she looks up, only to see the lights suddenly vanish as the vessel was hit by those ion cannons. "Great." She stated, heading to grab her saber and figure out who was out there attacking her ship. A flashlight came on, and she tries to contact anyone else whose awake by com-link. "Jenkins. What's going on." Naturally, no response. "Jenkins? Jen..." And that's when she would simply collapse onto the floor in this hallway. The woman falling unconscious.

......

When she came to, the woman gasps and immediately takes a glance at her surroundings, and goes to try to wiggle around and free herself by such organic mass that appears to have surrounded her. At this slight movement though, a grunt escapes her lips followed by a few words not even auditable. her movements stop and only her heavy breathing is heard. Just where is she? What is this thing... does it even have any blood?

Then the sound of boots was heard, and her attention and focus goes to the sound. "Look. I don't care who you are... or what you are. Your clearly messing with the wrong..." And then he came into picture. She takes in what features she can and she continues to try to keep that demeanor about her. "woman here." As that bladed hand moves closer towards her face, she moves her head away from the man to get the blade as far away as possible, only to grunt as the squeezing occurred again. She isn't in any mood to name drop just yet.

Darth Carnifex

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Fufufu, brave little plaything."

The creature's laugh was horrendous, something between a wheeze and a mechanical click. It was clearly heavily modified with cybernetics and other mechanical adaptations, to a point where it was difficult to fully grasp where flesh ended and metal began. But living tissue yet remained, the rhythmic inhalation and exhalation of forced ventilation causing the creature's chest to slightly rise and fall at predictable intervals. Not only that, but the creature was rank; a thick pervasive odor wafting off their unwashed body, smelling of sweat, grime, and blood.

"So very pretty, such smooth skin." The creature traced a thin line down the side of Nicole's face with his scalpel-finger, the blade so finely honed that it traced a superfluous red line as it passed over the skin. "It will take time, my precious, oh so much time. But we'll peel the truth from you yet, just give us some time." There wasn't any doubt that the creature intended to make good on his promise, the thought of skin slowly pulled from muscle encroaching on the periphery of her mind.

"And then," the creature reached up with its modified hand and grasped the edge of its mask. The mask disengaged from a hiss of pressurized air, strips of skin holding firm as the mask was pulled aside. What resided underneath the mask could only be described as a horror, a mangled patchwork of rotten skin and rust-stained metal. There were no eyes in either socket, only a faint red glow from the photoreceptors implanted deep in their darkened pus-crusted holes. A tongue, coated with pustules, licked rotting teeth in a lascivious manner.

"We will make you as pretty as us."

Neyana ​

 

[Neyana]

Nicole could not prevent the man from touching and feeling her soft and smooth skin. Unlike him, she actually took care of her body. Properly bathed and other basic hygienic needs. At the same bloody time, her nose had finally registered just what she was smelling, and her face just starts to have the look of disgust emitting from it. Luckily, she managed to hold in her 'lunch' so to speak, but gags ever so slightly before attempting to speak her words. Yet, she was cut off as her cheek starts to leak blood. Blood. Her answer.

"I've, I've been in this, Ugh.. Nnh, position before. Once or twice." She commented, feeling that faint trail of blood flow up her cheek, over her eyes and forehead to simply drip down onto the floor below her. Her eyes don't stop staring at this godforsaken being that lies in front of her. Who would've made such a thing. Such a monster of a man. A few factions do come to mind, but it was hard to place it.

Then his mask was finally taken off, and her eyes do widen up. Her lips do open to make a sound, but no other sound would escape them. But her expression is clear as day. Just what the fuck is this place and why is she even here?! "Uhm. Hows about a, uhh, a no!" She does manage to sputter out. The sheer look of this man just enough to make her even more terrified of her situation.

Darth Carnifex

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"I do believe you're scaring her, Quiroga."

The dark voice, one that emanated from the darkness itself, made the fetid creature come to a complete and absolute halt. Slowly, the creature straightened and placed their mask back over their face. Where there had once been grotesque mania, there was now a solemn silence and a rigidity born of fear. Whomever the voice belonged to, its mere utterance was enough to drive the creature into stunned and fearful silence. They did not speak again, instead slowly slinking away into the darkness until it enveloped them completely.

What next emerged was the opposite of what had come before. This new figure wore simplistic black garments, unadorned and comprised of common materials found throughout the galaxy. His footfalls rang out with every step, announcing His presence before He had even come into view. His face was handsome with a well-groomed beard, combed black hair, and an aquillian nose. What was disconcerting, however, was the figure's eyes. The irises were an unnaturally bright red, and whereas in most sentient beings the sclera around the iris was a visible while, this individual's was black. An ornate tattoo had also been inked on His forehead, the color of blood.

And He was tall, several heads taller than Nicole would have been if she were standing upright in front of Him. From where she was suspended, her direct eyesight was level with His stomach. With a wave of His hand, the organic mass pivoted Nicole's body until she was right-side up, and elevated to look Him directly in the eyes. There was no kindness in those baleful irises, only an intense hatred that was impossible to fully grasp, for it was not directed at any one thing, but at all life.

"I recognize you, Nicole Feanor. What fortuity in that you were brought to my attention, it would have been a waste to see you at the mercy of my pet."

Neyana ​

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

Darth Carnifex Neyana

Behind slightly off to Kaine's right stood another woman as equally tall if a bit smaller in the grandness of size. Much like the theme she was wearing black clothes, a long sleeved top that exposed much of her abdomen and pants that where baggy till the boots held it firm to the frame of her legs. "I would say more... unsettling than scaring." As light touched upon the woman's skin, she looked almost ghostly with porcelain white skin and from her back hung two large black wings with a deep crimson set of primary feathers. "And feth Quiroga, if you consider yourself pretty, then your standards are just terrible, dear if you want pretty then you needn't look further." It was clear from her tone that she was set out to antagonize the man.

Teresa remained behind her teacher, a man many call master in some way of context. A word that to her only had one definition. The woman would be spun around as the mass rotated her to be able to be in Kaine's line of sight. It was clear he knew of this woman, though like most people Teresa did not know anyone. In a way that alone made things simple. Names and faces are easily forgotten so those who made an impression big enough deemed remembering for some reason or another.

For the moment Teresa would now remain silent and observe. As she did, the metal bracelet that was around her writs slipped off and began changing shapes as it floated between both palms. In a way it helped her focus a little more and made the woman less prone to distraction.

 

[Neyana]

Nicole continued to keep up this fearful look on her face even when the other voice spoke out. However, when this mess of a man locks up himself, and quickly leaves, the woman gives out some sigh of relief, and looks over to where the man had wandered off to. Her facial expression returns back to the stubborn look she had moments prior, and her head turns to look at the newest members in this chamber she is hanging inside.

The woman would stare at the man's eyes. Taking in the red hue they have. Dark side user. Though looking further into such eyes made a few thoughts roam in her head. Was she taken in by Sith? Or simply a dark side user. Hopefully the latter and not the former. He looks familiar, maybe. Someone she was told to avoid perhaps? Maybe a name will be given. Then there was the woman standing next to him. She had wings, but nothing else seemed to really catch Nicole's attention at this time. Things don't really.. have wings do they?

Her cheek still bleeds. Another drop down to the floor. Not enough. She needs to keep biding her time. Keep them busy until a pile of formed. Hopefully she'll be conscious by then and pray they don't clean up. Hopefully they aren't smart. Hopefully.

His words came about. He called her by name. How would anyone know of her? She's just a no-body. She doesn't truly have anything to her name. Her planet is ravaged and destroyed by the Bryn. Her father murdered along with it, and she simply tried her best to avoid showing who she is. There is only a hand full of people who might know of her, that she can think of, and yet she hasn't met this man who just said it. So now brings the question.

"Who the fuck are you..." She asks in a rather rude yet confused tone. "How do you even know my name?"

Darth Carnifex Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Few can escape from the Eye," answered the Dark Lord, referring to His cabal of prophets and soothsayers, "Least of all the sibling of Alexandra Feanor." That the Dark Lord would have known about Alexandra was of no surprise to those who truly understood the man. Long ago, He coveted the former Manda'lor and conspired to not only take her for His own, but lay her people low beneath His feet. He had succeeded in both, but in the process He had to destroy the Mand'alor and rend her spirit from her flesh. Though He had given the spirit new flesh to inhabit, the old flesh yet lingered on as a husk, an echo of who she once was, driven by memetic instinct.

He had commanded that Stardust Solus Skirae bring Him the husk, so that any lasting memento of that forgotten age may be completely eradicated. She had yet to carry out her end of the bargain, but it was not entirely her fault. Since that division of spirit and flesh, the husk had fallen into the clutches of Alexandra Feanor and was sequestered on Alderaan. It would take time and great cunning to extradite the husk from Feanor's clutches, but the Dark Lord had both in spades.

And now He had a new asset in His clutches.

"Your sister has something that I desire, and I would very greatly like to see her relinquish it to me. My previous overtures had not born fruit, but perhaps she will be more receptive to a familiar face." The Dark Lord reached out and cupped Nicole's chin with His left hand, mere proximity to Him causing immense discomfort to ripple across her body. The Dark Side was strong in Him, stronger than anything else she had felt thus far. It made the surrounding air frigidly cold, her breath crystallizing as it billowed past her lips.

"Perhaps you can do what others could not."

Neyana | Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax ​

 

[Neyana]

The Eye? What? She really needs to pay more attention to the galaxy. What was he going on about anyway? He knows her sister that is for sure. However, in what relationship? Her sister hasn't said anything about enemies she might have. Hell. Nicole doesn't even know if she's alive at this rate. Being lost in time does wonders for your sanity as well as sense of who owns what. "Listen. I don't know who the fuck you are... but clearly I'm not the Feanor your after." She managed to speak out. "Even if you know my sister, why would-or should, I get involved in her issues?" Sounds like she is having some family issues.

Her high and mighty voice comes to an end though as her chin is gripped by his cold, gods forsaken hand. It causes her to shiver, which in turn, caused her bindings to squeeze her which makes anotehr groan escape those lips of hers. The blood flowing down her face still continues. Another drip, but not in the same 'pile' it was forming. Still not enough. Still have to bind her time.

But that same fear from earlier began to brew once more. "J-Just who the h-h-hell are a-are you." She asked again, this time shivering with her words.

Darth Carnifex Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

Darth Carnifex Neyana

Teresa smiled as she just watched, like the girl in binds the woman was non the wiser to the dealings of her mentor. However when Nicole asked for his name she moved onto the tips of her toes and leaned around his arm to get in close also. "He is a man of many names and if you ask me pointless titles. The Dark Lord, Carnifex, death incarnate, to many... Master." The woman dropped back down onto her heals sharply leatting out a thud almost reverb with the acoustics of the room.

"Unfortunately for you, your sister is to blame for this by the sounds. So really you have no choice but to be involved." Her hand trailed across the top of Kaine's back as she moved to the other side. Really Teresa should be quiet, however when there was an opportunity to see how people reacted to words or simple actions, it was far to tempting to not use the skills that had been given. "Honestly you be scared, mostly though you should be excited. I know I am." Her hand fell away back down to Teresa's side.

The constant motion of the liquid metal kept changing shapes slowly into things more intricate like a ship, a feather and even creatures that she had seen thought her life so far. Once again the woman stood still to watch. It was always so fun to see Kaine work, somehow he always does the unexpected. The mystery and anticipation made it always a fun learning experiment.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"My names mean little, to you, I could either be benefactor or tormentor. But which of those becomes reality is entirely predicated on your actions henceforth." The Dark Lord relinquished His grip on Nicole's face, instead now reaching out to touch the organic growth that kept her restrained. The creature reacted to His touch, visibly undulating as a multitude of colors rippled across its knobbly skin. Nicole's restraints slackened slightly, reducing the constrictive pressure around her limbs and torso by a small degree. It still held her tight enough to prevent her from falling or squirming out, but it was nonetheless claustrophobic.

"I could release you from these bonds, or I could allow the Embrace of Pain to indulge in your suffering." The choice was clear. Nicole could either surrender and aid the Dark Lord of the Sith, one of the most tyrannical and despised figures in the galaxy, or she could defy Him and be subjected to unknowable torment. Some may consider this to be no choice at all, given the vast inequality between the two paths placed before her, but there were those who held fast to their refusal in the face of insurmountable odds.

It all came down to what kind of person Nicole was, and if she could handle what consequences might come.

"You need only speak."

Neyana | Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax ​

 

[Neyana]

Nicole goes over to look at the bird, or angelic person behind him. Her voice still shivers and stutters from how cold the man felt. "W-W-What. w-wh-wh-what d-do you m-mean The Dark Lor-" Then it all hit her. Every part of her wanted to flee now. To get away from this man. Now the woman starts to struggle and tries her best to get out of this bind she currently is in all while her voice begins to turn from its confident demeanor, over to that of cowardice and fear. "N-, no no no. No. I'm... I-I-I'm n-not... n-not here. This, th-this... this is... Not." The realization of her predicament has finally struck. The woman closes her eyes not even caring about how much blood was now on the floor.

Vanessa had told her to avoid this man. She told her to do anything to evade him. To not seek his ire, and here she was. Hanging in some-kind of torture devise, with him in front of her. She repeats what she said earlier. About how this isn't truly happening to her. That it is just but a dream. Or well, nightmare in this sense. But the cold in this room. The aura she is feeling. No. It is as real as it can get. Her eyes do open, and she speaks in a more pleading tone. "L-L-L-Look. Just, w-what do you want? I-... I just- I just." Nicole is finding it hard to come up with the proper words here. "I just w-want to work as Vanessa's assistant until I-I find m-my calling!"

It seems she made her choice. Accepting that she can't get out of this freely.

Darth Carnifex Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax Onrai

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

Darth Carnifex Neyana

How the sudden realization of her predicament cause such a tremble, such fear was like desert. The way the woman shook did bring a pleasing smile to Teresa's face. "Oh dear, but you are here. In the present, in this very room." She said in such a giddy tone just amused by the expressions alone. Her eyes moved to her teacher and well even Kaine would see that she was glad that he decided to bring Teresa along. She could not resist the urge but to stand that little bit closer to carnifex as the woman's gaze slowly panned back over.

"Humm, I do not believe going back into the services of this Venessa person is on the table. Perhaps your calling bought you to exactly where you was needed. To serve this marvellous man, however I do also like the idea of watching the Embrace of Pain do its thing. I mean that is all new and so much to learn. Of which I am thankful for." The last few words was for Carnifex. Given the past little while he had been pulling her around far much more than in the past. She knew not to trust him and yet has never given her reason not to in the past few years of living on Malsheem. Not just surviving or barely holding on or even holding on but living. So many things that held Teresa back in the past seems trivial and behind her.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Ah, of course.

That would explain things.

"Poor child, subjected to such inadequacy. Circe Savan is a poor substitution for a teacher, focused far too much on transient ideas than true power. The failings she must have filled your mind with." The Embrace of Pain's constricting tendrils suddenly loosened completely, depositing the young Feanor to the hard metal floor without warning. Before she could even realize what was happened, an invisible vice wrapped around her body and thrust her up into the air until she was levitating before the Dark Lord.

"I will show you the truth." The surrounding room began to evaporate like droplets of water splashed on a hot pan, utter blackness enveloping everything until only they remained as solid fixtures in a lightless void. But that did not last, the shadows began to fade into abstract color that gradually adopted solidity and form. Instead of a darkened room, they were in a larger chamber illuminated by a single massive pool of roiling green liquid. The pool was situated at the Dark Lord's back, but He then turned with Nicole in His invisible grip to face it.

"Savor this moment, little Feanor. The darkness that awaits you will be much more vibrant."

Then He threw her into the pool.

Neyana | Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax ​

 

[Neyana]

She has all but ignored the bird-woman's words as her attention has almost entirely shifted to Carnifex. The woman is outright terrified and it is only his words that truly ring in her ears. Yes. She is in a terrible spot. Yes. She has to think of something to escape. Though, how he had insulted Vanessa put some uneasiness in Nicole's mind about Vanessa's worth to him. So trying to ask for her help is out of the question. At least for now. "Sh-She wan-wasn't t-teaching me anything! I was just, Just doing odd tasks and jobs f-for her!" She states, somewhat defending, yet not really understanding what she learned from the woman. Vanessa did try to break out the fear of Sith from her mind, but truly that didn't work out too well.

And then she falls down to the ground landing with a grunt. Is she free to leave now or move? Before any movements could even occur from her, she is lifted up by this invisible hand and her body moves towards him, closer then she would like or enjoy to. "The truth? The truth in what? Vanessa? Or... Or... Oh..." Her eyes gaze around as the scenery around her changed. The black void appeared around the group, and her mouth opens to give out some heavy pants and breathing. She is outright terrified for good reason.

Then the void had ended as quickly as it appeared only for her to see what room she truly is in now. Some luminated room with a large green pool. Well, she didn't see the pool until her body was turned to face it proper. The look and smell of it irritated her, but her fear was taking over from that irritation. "Whu-aaaaaaaaah!"

And she was tossed into this pool without a second word escaping her lips. As she moved her body to try to swim back up to the surface something itched, burned, maimed, clawed, and any other horrible feeling occurred. So she did what any other reasonable person would do.

Scream. Oh did she scream.

Darth Carnifex Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

Darth Carnifex Neyana

Her eyes snapped to the woman with a toothy grin on her face. "Youuur owner is well lets just say, she is not your owner any longer." The surroundings around them began to change as the walls fell into darkness and slowly into a room she was all to familiar with. It was really not that long ago that she herself was in here. The pain that pool gave was just exhilarating and awful. How every bone felt like it was snapping, flesh and insides changing to take on a new form.

No doubt the Experience would be the same for the woman being dangled over the rolling green liquid as it bubbled and spat. She turned to her teacher as he spoke the woman her was grasping with the force then finally released. "I am curious how long it takes. When I was in myself it felt like both a few long moments. Never asked how this works, I have a little someone I might want to throw in myself someday too. That is if I am permitted to do as such. Does it work on those who lack the strong connection to the force?"

Teresa moved closer to the edge of the pool and crouched down to peer inside eager to watch closely. This was simple entertainment, watching someone squirm in pain, their body change, it was fascinating.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The moment Feanor was submerged in the waters of the Genesis Pool, the Dark Lord extended His hand and raked the surface of the pool with crackling arcs of scarlet red electricity. This was not done without reason, though the pool contained various mutagenic properties that would inevitably scramble and reassemble the molecular structure of anything thrown into it, it required a certain catalyst to activate those properties.

That catalyst was the Dark Side of the Force.

So as she disappeared into the water, and the surface above danced with bright sparks of lightning, the pool activated. In an instant, Nicole's body began to unravel as the bonds holding it together loosened and ultimately separated. She would be completely aware of this happening, the process being excruciatingly painful. Despite the agony, she would neither expire nor lose consciousness. Every torturous transformation her body went through would be keenly felt by Nicole's mind, even when her body had been completely reduced down to nothing but atoms before coming back together.

What emerged from the Genesis Pool was not what had been thrown into it, the Feanor girl completely transformed by the harrowing experience. The Dark Lord allowed the lightning shooting from His fingertips to abate, errant bolts eventually fizzling out without an influx of power to keep their form. He approached the new and improved Feanor, inspecting their new form as it clamored up the pool's edge. His briefly glanced at His apprentice, finally deciding to answer her inquiry.

"The pool will transform anything and anyone, but we will see if your chosen individual is worthy." Then He looked back to Nicole, "But first we shall see if she was worthy." From the darkened margins of the room emerged a handful of acolytes, their bodies concealed behind heavy robes and strips of zeyd-cloth. Even their faces were completely hidden, although they navigated without difficulty. They approached Nicole slowly, arms outstretched to seize her when they got within reach.

Neyana | Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax ​

 

[Neyana]

The woman whose bathing in such a liquid, finds her entire body tearing apart. In such an instant, her body vaporized, yet reformed, vaporized, and reformed over and over and over again. Every time she could draw breath, she screamed. Every time she could move her limbs around, water splashed all around, yet no true way to escape such a mess of genes and goop. Her body changes, morphs into several different things, only to once again turn into nothing and reform. Who knows how long this process went on for. It was driving the poor Feanor mad. She would need an outlet when this is over.

However, to all of the pain she is receiving, a few features seemed to stick to her. As her ears were being reformed to one final time, they appeared cat-like and on top of her head. Those eyes of hers changed to a more cat-like, with the dark-side corruption still to them. Her mouth and teeth produced fangs and sharp teeth meant for hunting and killing prey. Her hands became claw-like, and a cat-like tail appears behind her. Her black-hair-dye seemed to have washed out, mixing with the goop, but her silver hair is no longer shown. No. It changed to a more blackish hue.

And as one of the Acolytes moved to grab her out of the pool, she leaps out instead and pounced on the figure claws at the ready as she moves those arms to pin it to the ground as a predatory growl escapes her lips followed by another swift movement. Her head moves downwards to tear out its throat in a massive bloody mess of things, and then she begins to dine on the poor sods throat draining them of their life juices. Their blood and essence of what causes someone to be considered. Living.

If any of the others were to pry her off of her prey, she growls at them and would do the same. Though, instead of going for the neck, her claws would now tear them asunder, and she would dance from one figure to the next creating a rather bloodied mess. Of course, unless someone managed to stop this frenzied being.

Darth Carnifex Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

Darth Carnifex Neyana

She was intrigued by the answer given and it made her wonder in fact how Komi would change. "That I am waiting on to see indeed. To see if she is worthy of the effort I am putting in. I've yet to tell you about her. I've noticed many have servant that followed them, did things and I wanted that. A sweet little retainer not a slave but someone who would serve me by choice alone. She chose to serve me under promise that I would not kill her mother and brother. Luckily for me one of those blue blades was around, honestly a convenient person to blame for their deaths in the end. Poor sweet komi has no one else to provide for her, but her father was a traitor, so one can never be to sure. If in the end she must die too so be it."

The woman stood back up and taking a few steps back as the people in wraps approached the pool to get Nicole from out the green waters. Much to her own surprise the woman leaped from out its green grasp immediately tearing into an acolyte and feasting on his flesh. "My my bad... hummm, kitty?" Her head tilted to the side almost perplexed by the feral nature, perhaps the pain drove Nicole ravishingly mad. She herself was thrown into this pool, she knew the pain how it felt crippling for a time but yet even in all of that there was a hint of pleasure too.

The feral woman was a good example of how different beings are. A few began to move in to restrain Nicole actions that befell their demise one by one as the woman leapt between then creating a path of crimson. As she got closer to Teresa, one of her wings unfurled. Quickly leaning forwards the feathered appendage flung up her back with force pommeling into Nicole's abdomen. Leaving no time for her to recover, Carnifex's student reached her hand out and holding the partial feline in place with the force.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Quite voracious."

The Dark Lord seemed unperturbed by what had happened the moment Feanor had escaped from the pool. In fact, He seemed more interested in studying how the rabid woman tore apart the cultists that attempted to restrain her. After she had torn the throat from the first cultists, and then moved on to attack the others, the Dark Lord approached and knelt down next to the corpse. Reaching out with His right hand, He pushed against the corpse's chin to get a better look at their mangled mess of a throat.

When He looked back at Feanor, she had been restrained by Teresa after having killed several more cultists. Rising up, the Dark Lord slowly approached Nicole before kneeling down next to her. He pulled both gloves from His hands and extended His right hand out above Nicole's face, well out of reach of her teeth. Using the nails on His left hand, Carnifex cut open a gash on the palm of His right and clenched that hand into a tight fist. Blood, black as the void between stars, oozed out from the wound and began to drip down onto Nicole's face.

"Drink, little one, let the black waters drown your mind."

Neyana | Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax ​