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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Apr 5, 2013 8:23:59 GMT -8
*The Trayus Core was the innermost sanctum of the Sith Trayus Academy on Malachor V. The core was a claw-like altar—suspended above a massive geyser of dark side energy—stabilized by three bridges that connected to the rest of the Trayus Academy.*
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Post by Astaroth on Sept 23, 2013 22:55:59 GMT -8
Darkness, everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence. It has been so long since I had broken free from the chains that bound me. But this freedom has corrupted me, and I no longer know what I existed for. I spread my wings out in the darkness, expanding across the nothingness, and I feel the caked dust fall from my feathers. This planet is so foul, so rank with decay and death, and all around me I hear the screams of the dead. They won't quiet or still, they want me dead, they want me to follow them into the abyss with them. It has changed me, this planet I can feel corrupting my soul, the darkness I have embraced has tainted me. I feel the memories of a past life fading, I can barely remember it now, the weak boy I was before. Serving under those inferior, those that left me for dead, those that wished destruction on all that I loved. They destroyed me, they never showed me anything worth retaining, I am free of them, and their pathetic natures. They sacrifice others for themselves, and refuse to do what they need to. They refuse to destroy evil, they hold back and let evil grow in power instead of extinguishing it. So I sit here in darkness, for a year now I have lived here, slowly I have grown in power. The holocrons here have taught me much, and I have grown in power. I lift a perfect cube in front of me a faint blue glow illuminating my face in the slightest. My handsome features half obscured by the darkness, and half distorted by scars. I grimace and my hand that holds the cube begins to take on a slight glow, and suddenly the cube flashes slightly and becomes a crimson red. The simple looking cube begins to shift in my hand, becoming more contorted and changing. The simple cube takes on the shape of something beautiful, something so intricate. Such is the way of a holocron, and all the secrets that it contains within. My stomach claws at itself, wishing for food, but I deny it. Knowledge awaits me within. My eyes search the darkness, but I won't see anything. Nothing can be seen even with the red glow being emitted from the holocron. My eyes go wider, barely noticeable in the darkness. Slowly my eyes begins to take on a crimson glow. My grimace slowly turns to a smirk as the knowledge within is slowly being unlocked. I have waited a year to open this holocron, working through the lesser ones to gain the clues as to how to open the Holocron of Malachor V. Finally I am here, finally I am strong enough, and finally I shall know knowledge that no one has unlocked in millennium! I chuckle darkly as I begin to stare into the holocron darkly, and finally darkness re-embraces me as I wrap me and the holocron up entirely in my massive wings full of dust.
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Post by Akana Ebynn on Sept 25, 2013 0:36:11 GMT -8
The snap of a large set of wings cutting through the dusty night air could be heard echoing in the endless caverns and gullies in this wretched place. She felt dust starting to gather on her feathers and drag her down, helping the planets already extreme gravity. She was almost at her location, her eyes spotted it in the darkness...her ability to see into the ultraviolet spectrum allowing her to see the radiation signature bouncing off the metal carcass laying in the debris field. She flapped her wings faster in a controlled descent, her feet touching the cold ground gently as she tucked her wings to her back. She placed down the bag of supplies she had been carrying to Astaroth, he could wait...not that he would notice. He was consumed with unlocking the holocron and she didn't even exist to him right now. Her wings came off her back and snapped in annoyance at that thought, causing a billowing dust cloud around her. She took a deep breath, refolded her wings and entered into the crashed republic ship. She had discovered it a few days ago while doing a perimeter sweep to make sure nobody was around, just laying here forgotten. Her curiosity was insatiable, and so she had quickly hacked into the ships control pad and allowed herself access. What she found inside was data, tons of information of the crew of this ship. It was apparently a peace keeping vessel sent out with intentions to stop the war that eventually destroyed this planet. They failed, but their lives still remained on this ship...in the holovids and journals, their documented journey was all here.
Akana had no memory of anything before a few years prior, and so she always felt drawn to others lives and how they lived them. She didn't understand it, even if she had remembered her past her life would have been nothing like the lives of these adventurers. She walked into the vessel, the musty smell of it almost comforting to her as she headed to the captain quarters where she had stashed several journals and vids for future reference. She settled down into the large bed with the journal of one of the females on the ship, she was in love with the captain it seemed but he didn't know it. Akana read of her feelings, her emotions and didn't understand them. She felt a yearning to understand them...but she didn't.
True, she was married now and should feel these pleasant sensations the woman described, and yet she didn't. What she felt for Astaroth was something...darker, deeper. It was like hatred but not, she needed him and even if he would never admit so he needed her. She was drawn to him constantly, she always wanted him, but it felt different from what she assumed "love" was supposed to be. She let out a slight growl and slammed the journal shut. These pathetic feelings were not desirable. She didn't need or want them. She sat up, her tongue running over her canines as she tried to calm herself. Her anger...it could consume her if she wasn't careful. She felt like a wild animal sometimes, trapped in a domesticated body that occasionally slips up. Those slips let her go free, free to kill, maim, destroy and feel a euphoric release when she did. She wanted it, but she feared it. In it lay a lack of control that she was terrified by. If Astaroth was ever near...she didn't know if she could, or would...stop...
She jumped up and stormed out of the ship. She refused to think these thoughts, she would never harm him and she will never lose control like that again. Her wings beat in strong waves as she flew as high as she dared, searching for the underground city where Astaroth was. Upon spotting it she let herself drop, the feeling of plummeting through the air, the instinctual terror mixed with the adrenaline high cleared her mind. All she could hear was the roar of the air pushing past her, buffeting her body as it dropped through the clouds. With one big flap she stopped her descent right before she hit the ground. Slowed enough, she let herself drop the additional foot to the ground. Grasping the bag of supplies tighter and now with a clear mind she went to find Astaroth and check on his progress. She wanted off of this planet as soon as possible, she didn't like the things she felt while here.
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Post by Astaroth on Sept 27, 2013 6:27:12 GMT -8
Wings burst open in a flurry of dust and light, my eyes glow a dark brooding red, as my smile cruelly twists. My hands burn as the Holocron seems to glow red hot, the sizzling of flesh can be heard in the silence. I let out a slight chuckle, I have finally delved into this holocron, and the things inside it are insane. I release the holocron from my right hand and let the blistering hand point toward the nearest crumbling wall with the open palm. I smirk darkly as the power around me moves down my arm like a smokey coiling snake. Suddenly my hand explodes in energy and the mere air seems to sizzle with power before suddenly the wall explodes outward, red hot stones flying all directions.
I look at the debris around me, the darkside power here is beyond what one should be able to handle. I quickly turn, and fold my wings behind my back. They are too big to conceal under the cloak like I used to, but it is better this way. Free range for my wings benefits me greatly, especially seeming the unusual fighting style I have adopted since. The holocron I hold seems to soften and return back to the basic ebony cube it once was. And for the first time I notice the burns on my hand from the Holocron, the pain shoots up both my arms and the flesh seems to be on the verge of falling off. Blood and puss is already forming, but I do not care, the pain is worth the gain.
I feel the force around me and the intense nature of the darkside presses on me, but now I feel a different presence amongst me. I drop the holocron on the pedestal I got it from and walk in the direction of the being, yes as I get closer I realize who it is. My wife has returned with supplies, and strangely for not eating I feel no hunger. This place seems to wish me to die and join the other souls that linger, it is enough to drive someone insane, and for some reason, I almost feel as though this place is driving me insane. I slowly come around the corner in the darkly lit corridor and there is my beautiful, pathetic, intelligent, naive wife at the bottom of what shares a likeness of a well.
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Post by Akana Ebynn on Sept 27, 2013 16:12:03 GMT -8
As she walked into the underground city she heard a deep booming sound, and she stopped for a moment while evaluating if it was safe to proceed. Places like this, so...confined and dark made her feel incredibly uneasy. It reminded her too much of the lab, she preferred the outdoors where she could take to the sky and flee if she needed. She enjoyed the sky, enjoyed being high enough up above it all to be able to observe her terrain like she would a strategic map. On the ground, in a place where great heights were impossible she felt a deep paranoia in her bones and it irritated her. She was highly trained, she had little to fear from anyone in combat...yet she felt a primal urge to flee when so....trapped.
Shaking off the discomfort she moved deeper into the city, the shadows of the abandoned buildings and structures making grotesque looking smudges of darkness on the walls. She wanted to find Astaroth, and quickly. Seeing a new shadow appear she turned quickly, her wings slightly coming off from her back in preparation to defend herself if necessary. They expanded from her back like two large shadows themselves, making her look like she was engulfed in inky blackness. Seeing the shadow come closer she sensed the familiar presence of Astaroth, and she settled slightly. Her relief however was short lived, irritation at the fear she felt directing itself at him. Her eyes narrowed, and her stance stiffened. She looked him over, and the residual heat from the holocron still lingered on his flesh and lit him up like some garish decoration in her enhanced vision. He had injured himself again. His unaffected demeanor just served to fan the flames of her anger higher.
"Not content to just starve yourself, you also need to nearly lose a limb in this pursuit? Do you feel better now? Have you nearly destroyed yourself enough in this to feel like a man again? Your sense of superiority fed enough for one day or shall I see if I can't find something else to nearly kill you?"
While her words might sound like concern, her mocking, patronizing tone cut in a way that made it clear she wasn't saying it out of any compassion for him but anger. Her lips peeled back in a sneer, showing her fangs as her feathers bristled in aggression. Her fingernails dug into her palms in a effort to distract her temper and keep it contained.
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Post by Astaroth on Sept 28, 2013 11:45:01 GMT -8
I sneer and hold back a hiss, a strange thing for me to have an impulse to do. This place really is driving me insane, and that just annoys me more. The rage in my eyes glares toward Akana, the red glow dissipated and replaced with my normal golden eyes. I walk closer, my wings fold behind my back, and clench my seared hand. My wife has tried to insult me, part of me is impressed by her display of nerve, and the other part is offended that she would try to question my authority. I walk to her and grab her by her neck with my left hand, a cruel grin crosses my face as I throw her into the nearest wall, my hand not leaving her flesh. My eyes seem to spark with excitement, and a strange thing for this situation, lust.
My, my, don't you have an attitude after your little shopping trip? I let a slight chuckle escape my lips. What shall I do to remedy that, hey?
My mouth moves to her neck, and my teeth run along her jugular, so close to one of her most vital areas for life. I pull away and let my finger sit on her lips, I beseech for silence, my free hand moving up the inside of her thigh. It has been so long since I have had such carnal pleasures with my spouse being so far away, my tongue glides up her neck to behind her ear. Hand removes off her neck and moves slowly, tracing down her skin to between her breasts. My right hand traces up her inner thigh, and stops just shy of her 'core'. My body moves up against hers and my wings slam on the wall on either side of her, dust bursts forth and slowly falls to the ground. An eerie shadow seems to fall upon the ground near them.
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Post by Akana Ebynn on Oct 1, 2013 20:40:15 GMT -8
As he walked towards her Akana felt her heart begin to pound harder, his eyes had a predatory gleam in them and she instinctively reacted to it. She backed up one step but he was upon her, his hand wrapping around her slender neck...almost completely encircling it. Before she had much time to react he had slammed her back into a wall, her wings absorbing most of the impact and cushioning her impact. Her eyes met his, anger flashing in their crimson depths before she recognized the glint of excitement in his. She listened to his cold, taunting words and bit back a response of her own as she was well aware of the position he had her in. He was in control, he had her pinned with his hand around the most vulnerable part of her and further angering him seemed unwise.
Her mind was racing with ideas on how to free herself, when his lips touched her throat and silenced them. Suddenly her mind could only focus on the sensation of his warm mouth and the slight sting of his hard teeth against her flesh. She blinked, surprised at the turn of events and was about to speak when his finger came up to press on her lips in a wordless request for silence. He then dropped his hand, sliding down until it was laying between her breasts...teasing her more than his taunting words even did. Then she felt the gentle caress of his hand running up the inside of her upper leg, moving towards the part of her that she was now very well aware of. Her breathing sped up, and her lips parted slightly as she let out a slight breathy sigh. She was angry still, but now her body was on fire with a whole different type of sensation.
Raising one of her hands she captured the wrist of the hand that lay on her chest and drew it up to her mouth. Her eyes meeting his she took one of his fingers into her mouth, her hot mouth wrapping around the digit as her tongue flicked the tip. She opened her mouth slightly then, and with a small smirk she used one of her fangs to prick the tip of his fingerpad before once again taking it in her mouth. She actually enjoyed the taste of blood, one of the things she assumed must have come from her mutated genetics or perhaps from some bizarre experiments not that it mattered. As her eyes stared into his she tilted her hips towards him a bit more, her gaze challenging.
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Post by Astaroth on Oct 14, 2013 7:33:06 GMT -8
My eyes seem to burn with a fiery passion, one that inspires fear and torment and internal pain. A cruel sneer crosses my face as I move back to her jugular, my teeth make contact right around her major artery that feeds her brain with the precious life blood. I let my teeth open and my tongue traces up and down. I let a burst of my breath explode out of my nostrils, her smell follows shortly afterward and I feel my blood begin to burn inside me. I snap my teeth down on her neck, hard enough to hurt, but just enough to not pierce the skin. My body moves closer to hers, my hand traces up her groin to her belly button, and slowly unties the armour plates that protect her. Deftly my free hand slips under her arm, tracing with my nail, as it starts undoing the excuse for a breast plate.
My wings drag slowly down the wall, the sound of dust and feathers rubbing against the smooth stone falls echos down the halls, interrupted by the sound of metal hitting the solid stone floors. My wife here is my conquest, and no one can have her but me. She is my trophy, my prize, my toy. My mind buzzes to when I first met her, a strange and uncanny meeting. How pathetic of a creature she was, barely worth being called sentient in my opinion, but now she is a monster. A monster like me, but not any monster, no a monster that has the intelligence only an celestial being could have. Yes, it is true, we are the demons of this galaxy, and all will tremble before us. Fear, chaos, despair, and anger all feed me just as food sustains my fragile material body.
I drag my teeth down her neck and bite her should hard enough to draw blood. The taste bursts into my mouth and the elation I feel drives me forward, I pull back and my teeth are stained red. I lick Akana's cheek smearing her own blood across it. Smiling darkly I use my left hand to slam her head back into the wall, and I melt my lips into her, my tongue entering slowly to lick the front of her teeth. Her tongue will come to dance with mine in time. My right hand moves down to her groin, and my eyes close to let the entire moment burn into my memories. So submissive of my wife to just take this, oh, but I know full well she has some fight. I have seen it first hand many times, and I've seen what she can do to those who stand in her way.
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