Djinn

[Dezoti]

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Jakku​

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[member="Paimon"]​

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The dead planet. This desert planet was so dry, so hot, it made Tatooine look like a tropical oasis. To get lost was a death sentence. No way to find water, no way to get food. There was nothing but the hot sand outside of the few, few towns on its surface. At first, Krest hadn't believed the tales. He had practically grown up on Tatooine, and he could not think of a single place short of Mustafaar to be hotter. And he was proven wrong very quickly.

Like a fool he had wandered out into the desert, thinking that he would be find in the sandy wastes. The Zabrak knew how to find water when he needed it on his homeworld, so why would this be any different? Sure, the locals warned him not to, but the Templar had business here. There was an artifact he wanted to find deep in the wastes. Unfortunately, it took until Krest was lost to realize how large of a mistake he had made. Wandering in the sandy wastelands with hardly enough water to survive the Templar went, realization that his brashness may have just ended him.

"Well this figures. I spend my life on a desert planet, only to be killed by one with a far worse temperature gauge than I thought possible." His voice called out to no one in particular. He knew he was screwed, possibly dead given how far civilization seemed to be. Now Krest could only groan from his red lips, bundled up tight in his leather outfit. At least the leather and cloth kept the heat from being as bad as it could have been. And kept his red skin from being as cut up from the sand as it could have been.

With a not so resounding plop the Zabrak fell into a seated position, just resting on the sand. He had been walking for hours to no avail, and things didn't look so good. Maybe he really should have rented that speeder. A dry chuckle escaped the man as he brought up the last water skin he had, and quickly he drained the liquid. It wasn't that he was careless, but there was hardly enough water left to be considered an actual drink. Another groan filled the air as Krest laid back in the sand, just staring up at the sky. Not a single cloud in sight.

"Seems I'm gonna die, huh."

 

[Paimon]

Desert dunes seemed to roll on forever, never stopping. Like a river, the currents flow forward but the fish never know where they were going, perhaps there was a waterfall, or maybe a quaint stream coming ahead. Paimon understood this, she lived this. She never knew where she would be. In many ways she was a god among mortals, in others she was a slave.

The djinni currently rested among the hot sand, her natural form representing the immortal tiger. The heat never strained her, for she was fire incarnate. Paimon simply watched the horizon. She was enjoying observing a herd of Bantha running off in the distance, then as she scanned to the right, she noticed a faint red being. Perhaps he was a traveler? Oh how she loved travelers.

There was nothing Paimon enjoyed more than interacting with mortals. Especially when they were lost or in need.

With a plop from her sandy spot, the blue tiger hopped down from the hill and let herself slide down the dune. She then noticed how far off this 'red figure' really was.

After a semi long run, the magick creature made it close enough to this red man. Now he was revealed to her, his face reflected desperation and fear. Noticing this Paimon patted her paw against the sand, and with a poof of sand a water skin revealed in her mouth. She then revealed herself to the man, her fur seeming to glow in the sunlight. As she stepped forward the movement caused violet flames to come from the markings.

She strode closer and closer to the red man, and once she was only a few feet away, with a perch of her ears and a short coo she sat on her haunches. Tilting her head to the side as she examined the man. The shape shifting djinn then met his eyes and with a turn of her head she tossed the seemingly real water skin to him.

[member="Krest"]

 

[Dezoti]

A blue gaze slowly settled on the blue tiger. Disbelief filled his mind as the burning tiger came close. Must be a mirage, right? Might as well entertain the mirage, if he was gonna die. Krest looked over to the beast, offering a faint smile. "You come here often? I mean, it's such a nice place." A joke, and he chuckled about it for a moment. Course, when the water skin came over his way he couldn't help but catch the thing. That's when it hit him though, it was real. Right? He could feel the leather, feel the weight. Without waiting he went to down the drink, letting the cold water rush over his parched lips. For the moment, it felt like a wonderful relief. Yet as he drank, he couldn't feel any better. He was still thirty, still dying.

With a groan Krest dropped the waterskin, frowning to the tiger.

"Thanks, I think. Trying to help me die in peace, right?"