VAAL
Remote Savanna
Grimoire stepped out of the starfighter she had arrived in. Walking of the landing plank the vaalian winds blew hot air across the high savanna grass blasting her tangled mess of black hair in a fan. Grimoire replied back with a blank stare. Her presence was deflated and sombre. It had been so ever since she had been ousted from Krayiss II, her dark domain. Her spirit was broken. And her dark rage cooled, in part by her failures to live up to the grand dark mastery of her mother Darth Hauntruss. And in part because of the beloved care of her echani love, Siyndacha on Cularin.
Siyndacha had warned her to stay away from the old sith worlds, lest her dark melancholy returned. But, Vaal wasn't exactly Sith Worlds, but, close enough. But most importantly it was desolate and remote. No metropolises or dominions, isolation was welcome. As she progressed, without a true goal in mind for a destination, Grimoire winced at the beating sun. Her faint skin burned beneath it. The rest of her body lay under the shadow of her long black tunic that dangled past her knees in straps, and split cloak with slits running up the sides for her black long sleeved arms to stick out of.
The sun made it difficult to focus her mind on the dark, but that was welcome. She had become disillusioned by the will of the darkside. Of course the light did not garner much of her affection either. So what is this then? Grimoire interrogated herself.
In the distance she noticed a large tree with at trunk as thick as some buildings. Smiling she drifted into its shade and sat at the base of the tree cross-legged. I am lost. Grimoire's mind sighed.
I can't even sense the powers of my mother no more. The dark is faint, and the Sith...the Sith deliver no fulfilment....Mother?...Am I a failure?
Grimoire looked up at the sun shielding her eyes between her raised hand.
The light is a taste I cannot stomach either.
Removing her hand. Grimoire allowed the the heat of the sun to touch her face. The warm embrace quelled her and she began to close her eyes. Perhaps this wasn't such a bad place to be...for now. Alone.
[[member="Nina Heavenshield"]]
[[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]]
Remote Savanna
Grimoire stepped out of the starfighter she had arrived in. Walking of the landing plank the vaalian winds blew hot air across the high savanna grass blasting her tangled mess of black hair in a fan. Grimoire replied back with a blank stare. Her presence was deflated and sombre. It had been so ever since she had been ousted from Krayiss II, her dark domain. Her spirit was broken. And her dark rage cooled, in part by her failures to live up to the grand dark mastery of her mother Darth Hauntruss. And in part because of the beloved care of her echani love, Siyndacha on Cularin.
Siyndacha had warned her to stay away from the old sith worlds, lest her dark melancholy returned. But, Vaal wasn't exactly Sith Worlds, but, close enough. But most importantly it was desolate and remote. No metropolises or dominions, isolation was welcome. As she progressed, without a true goal in mind for a destination, Grimoire winced at the beating sun. Her faint skin burned beneath it. The rest of her body lay under the shadow of her long black tunic that dangled past her knees in straps, and split cloak with slits running up the sides for her black long sleeved arms to stick out of.
The sun made it difficult to focus her mind on the dark, but that was welcome. She had become disillusioned by the will of the darkside. Of course the light did not garner much of her affection either. So what is this then? Grimoire interrogated herself.
In the distance she noticed a large tree with at trunk as thick as some buildings. Smiling she drifted into its shade and sat at the base of the tree cross-legged. I am lost. Grimoire's mind sighed.
I can't even sense the powers of my mother no more. The dark is faint, and the Sith...the Sith deliver no fulfilment....Mother?...Am I a failure?
Grimoire looked up at the sun shielding her eyes between her raised hand.
The light is a taste I cannot stomach either.
Removing her hand. Grimoire allowed the the heat of the sun to touch her face. The warm embrace quelled her and she began to close her eyes. Perhaps this wasn't such a bad place to be...for now. Alone.
[[member="Nina Heavenshield"]]
[[member="Thurion Heavenshield"]]