Iziz suddenly felt the world around him pull inwards like being drawn deep towards a gravity singularity, drawing forth all power in the world and creating a spectral black hole, swallowing everything as in the center, the grim apparition had touched the forehead of Iziz. The specter smiled and poured his own dark-side power into the Jawa as Iziz's soul could feel dark shackles of death wrap around his wrists, reeling him back towards the body. Out of fear, Iziz attempted to resist the pull, fighting against it with everything he had... he couldn't... his master... he had failed the trial, of which he doubted there were no second chances. But the creature of darkness' head cocked to a side psychotically, its form warping to accommodate as a Cheshire grin of rowed teeth shone like starlight strung together in crescent moons across its maw. Iziz could feel the power from the dark being, as his attention went back to the Jawa... the squemous energy which irradiated the area around him warped all perception, like the laws of the afterlife were being bent, with the finger upon the head of Iziz's body, power began to explode from the area, and without being able to resist any longer, Iziz was flown from his feet as a small scar was torn in the force on the location of Iziz's body, temporarily severing the realms between life and death...
"No..."
Iziz's body spoke audibly, though, at this point, the lifeless corpse still held no bio-rhythm, speaking basic, but not in the same higher pitched hoarse voice which was the tongue of Iziz. Instead what would be heard was the course, gritty, and guttural voice of something else... though his lips never moved... The words, soft as a whisper, didn't breathe pass the lips of the Jawa, but to those sensitive in the force, it could be heard emanating from him like feather on the wind. The voice power, like a bolt of lightning ripping apart a tall oak and splitting it in two... but also control, like water flowing down a winding river, rolling on the rocks... To those around sensitive enough to hear, it would be his first heartbeat after a long silence which would be the first sign of life within the Jawa, causing his fingers to twitch on the ground... the dull copper-red of his eyes began to stain, corrupted, like tendrils as licks of blood began to sweep over them as their bio-luminescence lit up once again, becoming orange, and soon crimson as the harvest moon. Though, of all of the things which stuck out the most, the symbol which had appeared on his back, lit up like fire, as it would with the use of the dark-side... but suddenly, it branched out, the small circular symbol, as the Jawa's heart beat once more, began to spread again in a shocking burst of movement, more lines formed like burning oil, and more, and more creating more connections from which spread more lines making more connections still, like carving out a maze of symbols upon the Jawas back... the end result was a dark branding which spread from his neck to his lower spine, intricate and elaborate underneath his silver fur.
'WE... wont... die...'
The voice would ring out once more from the Jawa's motionless lips as the creature in place of Iziz would raise his hands, pushing himself off the ground and up to his knees again, raising one leg and with determination, and blood leaking from a bite wound from the Jawa's mouth, Iziz would stand... not quite alive, like he was being puppeted through the force, the reek of chaos staining the air around them as the Jawa's eyes crackled with emerald lightning... Meeting his eye of Ferus, a hateful, unnatural glare pulsating from Iziz's eyes... but not from his mind, as suddenly, as if night turned to day, there was a shift in the nature of the force around the Jawa... the force in the air around him was being sucked in, from the spirits all around in trace amounts until, like the breaking of an eclipse after reaching its zenith the first crack of light split the area around him and the being let out a powerful cry, as a force scream flooded the area, the telekinetic and the mental anguish exploded in violent physical force enough to rip a crater into the ground below them as red and green power tore at the stone and everything within range in the violent outburst, the intent... hidden somewhere within the cause.
But finally, with the shock, a rhythm emerged...
Falling backwards after the expenditure of power, the heartbeat of the Jawa flashed back to light as his boiling blood began to pump life once again in his veins... wavering, and staggering, the corruption in one of Iziz's eyes receded, but not the other as the Jawa fell backwards, colliding with the ground hard. Panting, and groaning as his capillaries felt like they were ready to explode, his skin felt like it was acid burning into him and his body felt heavy, as if he had spent his entire life weightless only to be given corporeal form, subjected to the forces of weight for the very first time... But, worst of all...
"Ow... I think I dropped the needle..."
His memory had been warped by the trauma and experience... looking around he could see an empty needle on the ground nearby, shattered into splinters from the scream, but intact enough to be a reference. Looking to his shoulder he saw the symbol's final moments as it had faded into nothing but embers... and finally, invisible to the naked eye.
[member="Darth Ferus"] | [member="Saiah"] | [member="Kitty"]
