Darth Hauntruss
Wraith of the Sith
The great fault with alchemy was sustaining the product after its creation. What is rendered from the Force needs the Force to persist. Such a fatal characteristic lingers in the body Hauntruss had reconstructed for herself during the dark blood rituals on Togoria. Her original form returned to her, but one fated to be continuously searching for Force to consume and to devour. The darkside sustained her existence and as long as she did not betray it - she would endure. Once every so often Hauntruss would be forced to leave her dark spire in the central stratablocks of Metellos and venture to the dark temples erected on Coruscant, in order to pay homage to the darkside.
In a way she would go to rejuvenate her eternal vows of bondage to the darkside. Hauntruss, could not feel affection, but if there was one thing that she could "love" it is darkness itself. For darkness cared for her, gave her life, gave her power and gave her glory. Those who embody darkness are of particular interest to her as well.
And so, her routine visit to the dark nexus of the Temple of Vahl had approached once again. [member="Darth Isolda"], the Eye of the Dark Lord and High Priestess of the Vahl had so graciously allowed her to bath in the darkness of the temple's nexus. It was a time Hauntruss enjoyed very much. To realign herself and most importantly reinforce the dark magic that held her alchemical body together. Leaving a city transport, Darth Hauntruss emerged draped in her usual dark cloak and black robes. Her red stained skin giving the only color to her dark figure. Like a spectre she drifted up the great steps of the temple and into the main entrance. The temple attendants bowed at her presence. "Good day to you Lady Hautruss." Darth Hauntruss nodded and waved her hand to gesture their ease. "Master Isolda will be awaiting you at the central meditation altar." Hauntruss bowed and proceeded.
The central mediation altar was a fascinating work. A large bath that would be filled with Sith Alchemical remedies. Ones that Hauntruss herself concocted but gave to Isolda for preparation for her many visits. Often she would spend ours bathing in the pool of dark posions and heretical toxins. Of course only poisonous to those who can't control it. As she walked to the bathing altar. Hauntruss' mind drifted to her gracious host - Darth Isolda. Hauntruss was fond of her, fond perhaps in the way a thief would be fond of a bright jewel. It was a materialistic fondness. For Hauntruss Darth Isolda was a black jewel, the darkest and most entrancing gem in entire Sith Order. She held a powerful connection to the darkside. Sometimes far greater than Hauntruss herself. She was a nexus onto herself. Perhaps, her fondness had grown in other ways? Hauntruss grinned. Things of great darkness draw others to it. Hauntruss laughed. What a dark gem I have come across.
Entering the bathing altar, she spotted the dark pit and the pitch black abyss that waved in it. A temple attendants had been standing by with Sith relics and magical objects to prepare the alchemical process of strengthening the flesh of her body. Around her Sith Chalices were set in every corner and were slowly burning sith meditative herbs across the altar. The darkside swelled and bubbled in the altar bathing chamber. Hauntruss took in a deep breath and exhaled in a intoxicated moan. "What a lovely sensation." Turning to the attendant she gestured that they may depart, "Tell your master she may visit me once I am settled into the bath." The attendants back away, while facing Hauntruss. Finally alone, Hauntruss removed her robes and cloak revealing the black leather bands that wrapped around her chest and lower hips. Hauntruss' body was showing signs of falling apart. Literal cracks ran up her form and pieces of body began to resembled crackling rock. As she slowly descended into the bath the dark magic did its work, burning into the cracks and pores of her body rebinding them together.
Fully immersed Hauntruss dunked her head into the pool, before raising herself and brushing back her whitened silky hair. Fully rested and consumed by dark magic of the most heinous kind she relaxed against a pillar of the bath, closing her eyes to begin her meditations.
In a way she would go to rejuvenate her eternal vows of bondage to the darkside. Hauntruss, could not feel affection, but if there was one thing that she could "love" it is darkness itself. For darkness cared for her, gave her life, gave her power and gave her glory. Those who embody darkness are of particular interest to her as well.
And so, her routine visit to the dark nexus of the Temple of Vahl had approached once again. [member="Darth Isolda"], the Eye of the Dark Lord and High Priestess of the Vahl had so graciously allowed her to bath in the darkness of the temple's nexus. It was a time Hauntruss enjoyed very much. To realign herself and most importantly reinforce the dark magic that held her alchemical body together. Leaving a city transport, Darth Hauntruss emerged draped in her usual dark cloak and black robes. Her red stained skin giving the only color to her dark figure. Like a spectre she drifted up the great steps of the temple and into the main entrance. The temple attendants bowed at her presence. "Good day to you Lady Hautruss." Darth Hauntruss nodded and waved her hand to gesture their ease. "Master Isolda will be awaiting you at the central meditation altar." Hauntruss bowed and proceeded.
The central mediation altar was a fascinating work. A large bath that would be filled with Sith Alchemical remedies. Ones that Hauntruss herself concocted but gave to Isolda for preparation for her many visits. Often she would spend ours bathing in the pool of dark posions and heretical toxins. Of course only poisonous to those who can't control it. As she walked to the bathing altar. Hauntruss' mind drifted to her gracious host - Darth Isolda. Hauntruss was fond of her, fond perhaps in the way a thief would be fond of a bright jewel. It was a materialistic fondness. For Hauntruss Darth Isolda was a black jewel, the darkest and most entrancing gem in entire Sith Order. She held a powerful connection to the darkside. Sometimes far greater than Hauntruss herself. She was a nexus onto herself. Perhaps, her fondness had grown in other ways? Hauntruss grinned. Things of great darkness draw others to it. Hauntruss laughed. What a dark gem I have come across.
Entering the bathing altar, she spotted the dark pit and the pitch black abyss that waved in it. A temple attendants had been standing by with Sith relics and magical objects to prepare the alchemical process of strengthening the flesh of her body. Around her Sith Chalices were set in every corner and were slowly burning sith meditative herbs across the altar. The darkside swelled and bubbled in the altar bathing chamber. Hauntruss took in a deep breath and exhaled in a intoxicated moan. "What a lovely sensation." Turning to the attendant she gestured that they may depart, "Tell your master she may visit me once I am settled into the bath." The attendants back away, while facing Hauntruss. Finally alone, Hauntruss removed her robes and cloak revealing the black leather bands that wrapped around her chest and lower hips. Hauntruss' body was showing signs of falling apart. Literal cracks ran up her form and pieces of body began to resembled crackling rock. As she slowly descended into the bath the dark magic did its work, burning into the cracks and pores of her body rebinding them together.
Fully immersed Hauntruss dunked her head into the pool, before raising herself and brushing back her whitened silky hair. Fully rested and consumed by dark magic of the most heinous kind she relaxed against a pillar of the bath, closing her eyes to begin her meditations.