Are you a good witch, or a bad witch? [Circe]

[Kassandra Distorith]

Raven tresses were tossed about by the breeze that blew through the ruins, bringing with it the scent of rain. The storm wasn't far off, but it wouldn't come any closer until she allowed it to.

Perched carefully on the edge of a crumbling stone altar, Alyn and Ahar, two of her pet vornskrs wandered through the rubble just ahead. This area of Dantooine had been a temple complex in her first lifetime, where she'd spent much time when she was onplanet. It had been merely abandoned then, stone edifices harkening to ancient glories, inscriptions of sacrifices and ancient battles. She'd always meant to make a study of it, to delve into the secrets it must have held.

Kassandra sighed audibly, shifting to get more comfortable as she absently smoothed out the delicate crimson fabric of her top. Legs crossed, she folded her hands together atop her knee. Lambent crimson eyes surveyed the time-ravage ruins and did their best to try and see them as they had used to be. It wasn't difficult, for even after so long, the barest traces of dark energy and death lingered on every surface. Memories were there too, tormenting her with long-dead familiar faces.

Some of them dead at her hands in the name of the darkness, others still the Sith Master would have preferred to forget.

Alyn turned at her mental summons, trotting to her side and gazing up at her expectantly. "Guard." Kassandra said simply, and Alyn licked her outstretched hand before taking up a sentry position. Rising to her feet, she turned and faced the direction of the coming storm. She breathed deep and exhaled slowly, her mind sliding effortlessly onto the proper path. Lush and decadent, the darkness rushed to do her bidding, spinning out amidst the stones in visible blood-red tendrils.

She meant to rebuild at least the sanctuary portion this morning, before she allowed the storm to rage across the area, and with that plan in mind, set to making it reality.

@[member="Circe Savan"]

 

[Onrai]

It was certainly within walking distance of the ruinous structure that Circe desired to travel to. Dantooine had, prior to and during the Jedi Civil War, been a repository for a Rakata burial mound. At least, that was assumedly the structure... While the location was known, the rubble had long since blocked access to the door, which had been covered with rocks and debris. The hill remained visible, despite appearing as though it were part of the landscape.

To get there, though, Circe had chosen to lay low. Instead of landing at Khoonda's primary docking pad, she had chosen to take her shuttle to the landing pad of the old Jedi temple. An ancient ruin now, the remains had long since been been stripped of any and all things valuable over the past few millennia. And yet someone was here. Someone called this place home.

The first thing the Vinithi noticed was the feel. Something as aggressively sensing her. Then she heard the barking... "Vornskrs..." It reminded her of her own past, how Kobeer had acquired plenty of different digs, some of which included Kath Hounds for the very planet she now stood on. With a soft smile, she focused, letting the White Current absorb her into it as she became invisible in the Force, no more detectable than a fly or mosquito.

Cautiously, she walked through the ruins , a tattered wasteland of damaged stone, rotten wood, shattered duracrete, and twisted durasteel. Such an unfortunate fate for a proud facility... And someone else was here. Someone Sith... But not someone she had ever met before. Whoever they were, they appeared to be most intriguing. And quite attractive...

"Hello?" She dropped the powerful cloak, letting it return to normal as she eyed the Sith mistress from behind. How cheeky of her to do so...

@[member="Kassandra Distorith"]