Lykos ran rampant through the mind of Jairdain Ismet, beginning to tear away at her at, at her very mind. Layer after layer of her mind was slowly torn away beneath the ferocity of fangs and teeth and every grinding sand as Lykos pushed deeper within her soul, the Darkness that molded itself around him beginning to corrupt the Light that Jairdain held so dear. However, before he could make the final push to remove his enemy from this life, to render her as a simple husk containing an empty and barren mind, something pushed back. Light burrowed beneath Dark lashed out at him, a strength not weakened from conflict or weariness batted away his assault, halting it and them repelling it. However, even as he was pushed out of Jaridain's mind, his soul forced to retreat back to his body, a sense of triumph flowed through him. He might not have weakened his foe as much as he may have wished, but she had had to draw upon the Dark to fight him off, an act that would leave a wound upon her Light soul.
As his mental avatar was forced away, it, in its form of smoke, caught against the edge of what had once been Jairdain's barrier, the bulwark that had stood against him, and the burgeoning connection between the pair strengthened and flared in equal measure. Emotion not of his own rushed across Lykos' perspective, emotion that had been denied freedom to the point it had melded into just feeling. Passion that was never to be reveled ran through his focus, distant and yet felt. Jairdain's repressed emotions were expressed to him just as she would gain a vision herself, and, before his mental gaze, he perceived names (Yuroic Xeraic and Kurt Winters) and emotion (affection and passion respectively) just as he knew what memory the Jedi would now be witnessing.
A stretch of sand stained with blood. The scent of decaying flesh baking beneath a scorching sun. Ash mixing with sand and dust as the wind began to pick up, kicking up clouds of the mixture. Bodies of the young, the babes and old, of both genders, left torn apart. A massacre. The near-perfect genocide of Clan Uigin, his Clan, that had left him the only survivor, forcing the title of Patriarch onto his shoulder and causing him to rename the Clan into Rakama.
An amber eye snapped open within the self-constructed tomb of stone, Lykos once more within his body and no longer within the ether. With a slight pulse of the Force, the stone that he had erected to protect him fell away, dissolving back into the floor and walls it had spawned from. Flickering out of view within the physical realm and the Force, Lykos made his way to leave, but not before his unseeable face would turn skywards to where he could feel Jairdain to be.
"This," his voice was hidden beneath the Force Cloak, but, was still audible to his ears, "may be annoyance." A slight tug along the accidentally forged Force Bond later, Lykos' presence within the Temple was no more.
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