SithLore

Blood stretched, his muscles gleaming under slightly tanned skin in the decadent moonlight of Sojourn. Tonight was a humid night, and he was enjoying the rainfall that both dewed the air and lightly misted over the land. Nothing heavy, but all the right amount to give the moon the feel of a lovely sticky rainforest. Not too humid where the heat was intolerable, but the breeze of warmed air could make anyone who walked around immediately want to feel that delicious air against bare flesh.

Blood indulged himself tonight in that mindset, wearing a pair of dark silver and black trimmed boarding shorts, his bare feet skimming over the soft and soggy grass. There was the ambiance of gwerps and frogs about him, tropical birds doing their chitters as the reptiles croaked. The moon took on a light of simplicity, tonight.

Pulling his ebony mane back, the curtains fell behind his shoulders, just ending their trail against the middle length of his shoulder's blades. He walked forward, enjoying the caress of the damp and heated air against his chest, and it elevated at he stood just on the rim of the glittering river. Just beyond was a slight waterfall, jutting from the side of a mountainous crevice. The river usually ran cold, but today, the warmth had settled to turn the river into something enjoyable, temperature-wise. Just underneath the surface, he had already seen the glimmer of flashing tales as both wildlife fauna and sentients had come to investigate the shadow he cast over the barely highlighted waters.

Melodies inhabited this river, one he had specifically chosen for them, as they were hunted repeatedly on the moon they were native to. Importing all of the elements they needed to survive, he brought over the algae and silverbacked fish in which they preyed on, simply for them to live comfortably here. He had even directed his crafters to make a cove for them, a hidden away cave where they could perform their own Changing Ceremonies. Tonight was the night for it, and he had plans to enjoy the show.

Would anyone else be joining him, tonight?

The growing shadows in her room caused her to notice the outside for the first time in hours, the sun had set and the moon had risen. She had just finished something up, and just in time to, for even with the bright moonlight, her room was now too dark for her to work in by natural light. Rahab saw that it was raining out and made a careful path cross her room to the nearest window.

She kept the front rooms of the manor numbered four immaculate, so much so that the cleaning services rarely had a thing to do when they arrived. But her sleeping quarter, on the other hand, was an unmitigated mess. The floor was littered with trash she was saving, for sentimental reasons, and trash she had yet to throw away. Plates and bowls dotted the floorscape as unclean towers and there was just a general mess of things all about. Rahab had nearly took a topple, having stepped clumsily between a stack of used mugs and irreplaceable Sith tomes before getting to her window. She opened it up and was greeted with the on-coming night.

The air was warm with tack, to which the rain was granting some relief. She could feel the pressure of a greater storm to come. It all felt just right for a funeral.

In short order, she made her way outside. It was a humble procession. Just her (She was dressed in the regalia of a, albeit lowly, priest. The outer robe she was wearing was completely form obscuring, for it was made of the coarsest fibers and coated with a fine layer of sea salt that boasted of her prolific giving of funeral rites. The laced edge of the stiff fabric brushed the tips of the grass as she went and due to its make up, the robe swayed on a delayed momentum as if independent from her steps. Beneath the hooded garment was a set of modest funeral bloomers and an equally shapeless funeral gown. Her outer layer was held together with a chain of fish bones and bells and metals pounded finely so that all three would clang together when the priest would walk their dutiful walks to the sea. And together with the ambience of the creatures of the night, these sounds made up percussion of the funeral march.) and the recently departed (She held a bundle out in front of her, arms stiff. Rahab had ripped the seams apart of a pillow case from her bed and bundled whatever dead thing she was carrying in it.).

Rahab knew exactly where she wanted to have the funeral. With her eyes appropriately veiled and the moon’s light providing only a fraction of what she needed to see in, she felt her way to the place using the Force like a walking stick. There was a river with a waterfall, which she thought would be a fine place to put the body to rest in. She didn’t sense that her Lord was enjoying the waters ahead of her, as her senses were not sharp enough to not sense him everywhere. The moon reeked of him, and without knowing it, she did too. With her unrefined abilities, it would have been like trying to sense a drop of rain in the river that she was now stepping into.

Kressara inhaled the spiced smoke billowing from her incense and let it’s sweet scent burn her sinuses, hazel gold and chartreuse central heterochromatic eyes opening to fixate upon rain clouds beyond her window. Her nails had been dug deeply into her own palms during this her nightly meditation, blood trickling down her fair skin and staining the tile on which she sat like a statue. This was her personal time, an hour she took every so now and then to simply bask in the force coursing through her and revel in her growing power like a wicked religion. Hissing she clenched her nails harder into the palm of her left hand until enough blood dripped from the small wound to douse her burnt offering to this primordial sacrament. She rose as the silent service came to a close, exhaling a hymn to the beat of rain pattering against the window. The weather ebbed and now only a light mist began to fall, her gaze focusing from droplets racing down the glass to the world outside.

And just like that she was the same girl everyone had come to know. She let her default of a slight smile twist her lips, her hair fall over her eyes, and wrapped the wounds on her palms after smearing antibacterial cream on the bandages. She no longer held herself with a ritualistic grace and now padded about her suite like the young initiate she was. After a sip of tea she slid into a simple black midriff top and shorts, quickly covering herself beneath the long black coat she loved so dearly, an asymmetric jacket with a hood that gave the girl a nearly bird like silhouette. She pulled the hood over her head and laced up her boots before wandering away from her apartment and down the halls. She found the courtyard in which Raphael had her train, two trees missing from the end where a little path led deeper into the lush terrain. Kressara meandered down the path with soft footed steps and followed the smell of water, soon hearing the babbling river in the distance.

The girl emerged from the forest and brushed a few leaves off of her shoulder that clung to the fabric of her fingerless gloves. So humid, yet so lovely a day. Perfect for a dip in the river...until she saw someone else walking there as well. Nervously Kressara struggled with the choice to move forward or to be social and say hello.

Zzzzzzzz~

Kressara yelped as a large insect flew past her face, ducking and rushing out of the woods towards the other Sith. Social interactions weren’t half as scary as whatever that thing was, so with a start she dove head first into a winded, “Nice night isn’t it?!”

The energies of the moon swam, tonight, coming to life as the handsome man immersed himself in the warm and unprotesting smooth bank of the river. Up to the top of his chest he lowered himself into the warm emerald blue waters, silver flashing to vanish only to reappear around him curiously. He reveled in the elixir of energy, but one scant scent within the Force caught his always-aware mental nares. One from the one, from that single one, the only one he had labeled as a strange but somehow relatable one. His one. They were all his, all of it was his. But there was something particular about Rahab that simply stood out to him. He had yet to figure out whether it was a treat for him being so dedicated to his selfish projects,
or whether she was a living target to practice perfect mutilation tactics on.

He had given her some time to marinate in the pack, and it seemed she fit in as all Sith did- oddly. Everyone had their own quirks, and this blissful night was one where the cloth-shelled sithette crept through the grounds of eden and gave herself in her own world. One thing he had to approve of was her taking her first steps into her independent actions. Her sense of fashion was one she had chosen, and Blood had no choice but to admire her uncurling from those clingy mannerisms. She began to commit to her own crest of way, and from it she branched into an ideal female Sorcerer. It was clear she had a connection with the Force, as he felt her sniff around with it for sight, sense and smell. He remained quiet, even as she stepped into the majesty of the river, her robe's ends catching attention of curious eyes under the gentle current. His own watched her, his gaze too patiently holding questions until he could see those mysterious and solemn eyes of hers under the sheath she kept herself hidden under. Almost like a siren, the woman proceeded through the water, as if it were her home.

From the mark of peace, a 'swraahhh' broke out across the skies, fluttering through the trees as a hooded form whisked through the trimmed and dewy grasses toward the serene pair like a flock of misgiving alert. Blood tasted the swift spike of startled fear as it launched at them, and he hadn't had the second to gauge Rahab's reaction before he found himself caught instinctively enticed by Kressara's surge of slight fear. Memory flooded through him of when he had first encountered her, how she was forced between a rock and a hard place, where in the end she chose to perch herself in his Pack. She was still here...
So seems she hadn't regretted it, after all.

“Nice night isn’t it?!”

Blood couldn't offer anything more than a chuckle before he nodded and allowed a calm "Quite."

It indeed was a humid night tonight. How he hated the humidity, dry heat was always easier for the Sith Warrior to deal with. He wore a sleeveless loose fitting shirt with loose fitting pants, and boots, his lightsaber clipped to his side. He probably did not need it but he didn’t go anywhere without it. It was the way of the warrior he surmised. He took a rare stroll he didn’t know why. He had wandered aimlessly for awhile until he came upon a place where he had heard voices. A check with the Force revealed that one of the presences was that of Lord Blood.

He folded his hands behind his arms as he approached the would be party. The air was indeed heavy , how he hated humidity. It had that feel after a rain on a very humid day but instead of relief the heavy air was oppressive. He looked up , the clouds were parting allowing the sky to be seen. He did not announce his approach but just walked into the midst of the people. But his presence would be picked up in the Force. He watched the happenings at a distance, he was not sure why he was here, but things happen he learned especially when one walked in the currents of the Force.

She walked through the water until her feet no longer reached the bed of the pool. Rahab then treaded intermittently, letting her weight sink her into it only kicking when the water came up over her shoulders. As she bobbed, her garments billowed slightly around her, the crystalized water, sea salt that created a fine layer like a crust on her funeral cloak, dissolving slightly into the pool. With her focus just on what she was doing, she started to unfold the shroud when Kressara snapped Rahab from her monomania.

Whipping her head in the other woman’s direction, she widen the scope of her Force sense which she was using as a second pair of eyes in the darkness. Her physical eyes widened, as she picked up Lord Blood’s form at the same time he chuckled. While she certainly couldn’t see them outside of this, and was of the mind to simply leave, they were most definitely close enough to see her.

“Yes, it is, night,” She said, starting an attempt to recede from the water, “Uh, time to retire for the day, yes. I hope I, uh, did not interrupt anything.” She bent slightly in the water towards Lord Blood, she was almost close enough to feel the ground again when she sensed a third presence at the water’s bank, Warvanus, and knew that she could not escape for she was now trapped by social conventions.

In her panic, her grip on the bundle that she was carrying had loosened enough that the gentle pull of the water was all it took to have drift from her hands. It had started to float out of her reach and she grabbed for it, clutching the corner of the fabric and the makeshift pall finished unraveling to reveal a dead Pylat bird. Its neck was broken and feathered mussed , its avian legs were up against its body; claws clenched and stiff. Anyone with eyes keen enough , in the light on the moon, would have been able to see a line of vivisection that Rahab had deftly sewn back together. The dead bird continued to drift away from her and Rahab made no further attempts to reclaim it.