Preliat Mantis
The Wolf
Everyone is someone's devil.
Preliat walked, the sting, the pain of reality setting in. He had been brought back to the galaxy at large by Strider. In some regards, brought back from death. Death by obscurity, at least. But he was not satisfied with the answers he got, or the scope of the truth he knew. Something tugged at his mind. She got what she wanted, or at least, was paid for. Strider wanted Preliat back, she got Preliat back for him. But he went against everything, turned his back on it all- all the pillars that once held him up fell down. The Wolf of Manda'yaim left his brethren and abandoned the Mandalorians for the First Order. Perhaps that was someone's plan. Perhaps it was a deviation from another. Preliat was going to find out tonight, intent on starting with the first person in a string of inquiries. Or perhaps, he was going to curse her for making him come back.
He found her, all things considered- significantly easier than how she could've found him.
[member="Ivy Lasranae"]. The name weighed down his mind like a great burden.
Preliat was a predator, a fierce, deadly tracker. He knew how to hide well. It made it easier how to hunt if you knew how to hide. Ivy wasn't hiding- she was just covering her tracks, or at least, attempting to here and there. Ivy sat alone in a cafe, resting between what he assumed refuels.
It was night-time. It was raining. It was dark. It was a perfect time to hunt- and finally get the sit down he wanted for so long.
Preliat moved with purpose and speed, his fists held tightly at his sides. He towered over the people here, in stature and in presence. The spaceport was home to smaller, idle people living simple lives- not brutes like Preliat. The six and a half foot man in the white and blue coat stood out. A lot. He parted crowds like oceans, making his way inwards towards the cafe. He sat at the table across from Ivy. He didn't see the beast, Jet- but then again, it could've been anywhere.
He stared at her a while before speaking. The other patrons in the cafe grew weary as he sat down. His voice wasn't loud enough to carry over to other tables. In fact- Preliat, as eloquent as he was, was particularly soft-spoken. A fact that Ivy knew quite well.
"So this is what it feels like.."