Private Dying Pains

[Persephone Ambrosia]

Azula was late, and that wasn't necessarily anything to be upset about. Though she was probably not happy she was stuck on Coruscant, Azula was most likely ignorant to the fact Persephone had a hand in Azula not being able to leave the planet via normal methods. Azula was on her way out, and Persephone had long been interested in giving her a greater purpose. At the very least one that didn't see her useless, withering away as maggot food, or burned into fine ash. The Highblood stood at a window in one of many dolled up homes that were used for guests that they had dealings with. Today, she had intended actually to murder Azula in this very apartment.

No, that came out wrong. She was intending to offer Azula immortality; but there wasn't much stopping her from forcing it on the other. Most especially considering she could muddle the others mind if it came to it. Make it so that the life before was hard to see... Though, she didn't want it to get to that point. No, instead she wanted Azula to accept it. It would be important long from now. Many years from now, it would be better that Azula had accepted what Persephone offered, but it wasn't necessary. Nor was Persephone going to let the opportunity slip out of her grasp.

The only thing Persephone could not foresee was the off chance someone else would seek to claim the full pleasure of ending that terrible human life Azula thought she enjoyed...

Persephone would raise her arms on both sides horizontally, the small Sullustan woman behind her continuing to take her measurements; she wanted a new dress although she had thousands... She wore them a few times, and then she would store them to dry-rot. The clothes were irrelevant, it was simply the cheek of being dressed in the finest silks and linens; one might even call it a hobby.

'You are always very pleasant to work with, Ms. Ambrosia... I'll have it ready within three weeks or so."

She said, beginning to pack up and leave.

"Likewise... See yourself out Ms. Roouh. I'll send someone by to collect it; oh which reminds me..."

She turned then, slipping some night robes over her figure, and loosing her ivory strands from its confines, shaking her head once before narrowing her eyes on the other.

"I may need something from your friend Hector, whenever he resurfaces please inform him I need to speak with him. That is if you catch him first..."

She said, the much smaller female simply nodding in understanding, then stepping off, and turning to leave. Well now Azula was just pissing her off... She had this whole spiel ready to drop on her when she snuffed what humanity remained out too... There was of course the possibility that she was running again... It made her wonder if not breaking Azula's legs would come back to bite her. Well, she had nothing but time. For now Persephone would move to sit on a couch. With no one there to see her, she was statuesque; devoid of any movement that came with the general normalcy of humanity. Simply staring ahead at the door.

Persephone was sure the other would have a good reason for keeping her waiting...

Azula Ordo

 

[Azula Ordo]

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DYING PAINS​

Tags: Persephone Ambrosia​

Equipment: In Bio​

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She had been on her way to see Perse, that had been the plan. After all, she was attempting to work her way back into the woman's good graces. She had every intention on meeting with the woman, after all, her health had seriously declined in the last few weeks. Her doctor told her she had a year at least. She was starting to think he might have been mistaken. She felt like she might drop dead any day now. Though Persephone might have enjoyed the idea of that, Azula on the other-hand, was no so keen on giving the woman that satisfaction. She respected Perse, admired her even, though it wasn't Azula's nature to just lay down like a beaten dog when someone was enjoying her suffering.

Clad in her Mandalorian armor, she was on the walkway to Persephone's apartment, her armament limited to a blaster pistol and the weapons within her armor. She had no intention of going in fighting after all, if Perse wanted to kill her, then teh woman would have done so. If Azula wasn't so damn stricken with her illness, she might have been able to put up a good fight, but the moment for that had passed. She could still hold her own against some hired thug or what not, but her days as an operative were numbered indeed. Something that she was wishing wasn't the case, as she had the sneaking suspicion that she was being followed; the faint movement on her motion tracker gave it away. She gave a quick glance, and found that there was no one else around her, leaving her to be with whoever the hell was following her.

She had every intention of meeting with the woman on time, however, her current company seemingly had other plans. While she wasn't certain what those might be, she was fairly certain they were less than pleasant. Still, if someone had a death wish, she was more than happy to oblige them. She came to a halt, slowly turning to face the idiot who was so willing to die.

The thought of doing so didn't last long, as she found herself face to face with an unmistakable form. Her 'admirer' wore a black mask, two blood red lenses around the eyes, with nothing else there to resemble the features of who was underneath. She swore quietly under her helmet, her hands clenching tightly, looking to her soon to be attacker. "Azula Ordo, I heard you aren't in good health." The figure spoke with a modified voice, the signs of a voice modulator was apparent. They made a quick hand motion, and to Azula's dread, the glow of a red blade was produced.

"I'll make it quick. Maybe."

Well, feth. This just wasn't her day.

 

[Persephone Ambrosia]

More time had passed, more thoughts of what direction her organization should take. If she could embrace Azula, it would be a good thing. A Mandalorian loyal to her wasn't for any to wag the finger at. She had just... Become so suddenly inpatient. She had hoped to have her just croak of natural causes, but Azula Ordo was a tough cookie. All the more reason Persephone had decided she wanted to become her Master. Still she sat, unmoving, staring at the door paneling for her apartment. Visualizing the glorious moment when the other would open their eyes again. A new world awaited.

Azula would fit right in.

Her eyes flickered over to the right, icy blues dancing at the window for just a moment, then back to the door. She stood then, dissolving herself partially into a mist-like wraith, the ethereal wisps recollecting with her standing by her window, Her usual "clothing" seeming to bleed out of her skin,and take shape around her form, fitting snug; perfect, even. Looking out the window, She didn't seem like she was lying when she said she wanted her forgiveness. And Azula did deliver on the cattle.

"Any updates from Ms. Priddy Server?"

The A.I Brain hard-wired into her home would take a moment, verifying the speaker before responding lightly.

'Ms. Priddy has sent two messages, one regarding a price change for the vessel you purchased; the other regarding setting up a drop-off time for the product. Also, Ms. Priddy has asked the buyer to pick up the ship personally, as there are some features about the ship that must be discussed in person. End Query'

She smirked a bit, wondering who would be the first person she made an example out of with that. She hadn't owned a ship like that in some time, and Priddy's previous works for some reason left her infatuated with the others mental acuity. Her Passion for her art laden in every contour of her designs, and plans.

"Sooner the better, tell Ms. Priddy the purchase can be completed at her earliest convenience. Also, send a message to Irrivaskar; tell him the terms of his earlier deal are too dare, and must be adjusted before we can continue. Include my signature... For authenticity, as they say"

Her eyes focused on one of the long walkways noting a spark of light, but not paying much attention to it, as the person that created it had moved out of sight as they created it. Not to mention, on Coruscant everything was lit up; all the same, if Azula didn't hurry up and get to her place she was going to... Well, she was going to do that anyway.


Azula Ordo

 

[Azula Ordo]

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DYING PAINS​

Tags: Persephone Ambrosia​

Equipment: In Bio​

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She didn't need this right now. Azula looked to the Sith, her head tilting to the side as she analyzed the stance of her attacker to be. They were an assassin, and unfortunately they were trained at that. Well, that was a bit of trouble. Still, being a Mandalorian, Azula had a few tricks up her sleeve, and she wasn't one for taking this punishment lying down. The threat had already be made, and now the pair stood to see who the first to strike would be. In Azula's case, she knew it was going to have to be her. Sith were too cowardly to press their advantage after all.​

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Tensing with her right arm, Azula reached out, the laser cutter on her wrist fired out an arc, the beams burning into the steel on their path to destroy the Sith. Just as she expected, it didn't go as planned. The Sith shifted with their blade, reflecting the lasers away from themselves. Twisting their body, the angled the blade, and knocked one of the beams back into the Mandalorian, striking her in the chest, and knocking Azula onto her back. Heat washed over her body, and pain struck in her gut, but she wasn't out of the fight yet. Azula rolled back to her feet, seeing the Sith now was charging her, and smiled as the moron fell for her ploy. Raising her left arm, she fired off the whipcord towards the Sith's legs, her right arm then deployed the diskblades; hitting the Sith with two projectiles at once.​

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The Sith was skilled, their blade managing to cut the wire before it could lay hold of them, but the diskblades managed to cut through the shoulder and side, prompting a hiss from the assassin, and giving Azula a moment to get to into a better stance. Aiming with her left knee, the Mandalorian waited, as the Sith lunged for her, seemingly enraged about having been wounded; and was hit dead on as she unloaded the knee rockets in her armor. The impact of the blast knocked her back, losing the Sith in the flash, though she could have sworn they let out a scream as the attack landed.​

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Her head smacked hard against the railing, and everything went black, preventing her from seeing the badly wounded Sith that was now staggering towards her.​

 

[Persephone Ambrosia]

Persephone listened for the Computer to confirm it had done all she asked, eyes fixated on the exterior of her building, and the several walkways that webbed towards, and from it. She didn't see anything that would alert her to what was going on outside... Not from the source anyway. It was a single person who stopped in their tracks looked in shock, then turned to sprint off that caused her icy blues to narrow on the spot she was looking at.

"Hm.."

She said plainly, taking a quarter step back, then looking back out the window again....

She hadn't actually allowed the Force to affect her in some time, for reasons that may not have immediately been obvious. One being the fact some gung-ho Jedi Master or Sith Lord might find her head an appetizing addition to their nightstand, belt-buckle etcetera... Though in this instance, something tugged at her that she couldn't shake, so she would bite the bait.

Persephone simply raised a clawed palm, allowing the Force to permeate her for a moment, sinking into it, and becoming just like any other that walked the night streets of Coruscant.

And then she felt it... If her heart had reason to beat, it may have dropped... Someone was going to take her trophy? She wasn't one for theatrics, but time may have been of the essence, As such she would slide open the window and hoist a bare foot up on the windowsill. Crouching within it, Persephone jumped from her position to the adjacent building, crawling along the surface with unnerving speed. Her wispy ivory strands seeming to lose their usual relationship with gravity as she performed this maneuver. A few more feet, and she transitioned once more; barely holding onto the building, but using the corner as a anchor to turn the corner and float down effortlessly between Azula and the would be assassin.

Persephone had no reason to kill this man, not just yet... He knew too much. However, he would need to be broken in first.

"This one is not yours to kill..."

She rasped, not even bothering to call for help with this whelp.

"We can come to terms now... Quickly, Efficiently... Mutually beneficial terms... I offer double... No.. Triple the bounty for this woman. All I require in return is the name of the one who sent you for her soul.... And for you to get lost, of course... The Deeps can be dangerous this time of night..."

She said honestly, middle finger of her right hand making an incision on her flesh to easily accentuate to creation of a sudden blood red sword... From the assassins angle, it would seem like she pulled it out of thin air, or at least her literal wrist. In the end she was holding a six foot double-edged blade that would put a vibro-blade to shame.

"Or... You can deny me my request, and you can forget about all this right now"

The Sangnir Priestess stated plainly, aware that for at least the moment; there were no biological lifeforms around other than the three. Though that didn't account for droids... She would place her left hand at the small of her back, making a fist with it, while she spun the blade effortlessly within her right, holding it loosely and pointing the blade down and to her side. It was up to him how he would proceed. She was a woman of her word, but was also aware sometimes people's prides made decisions for them... She would see if the assassin was the same as thousands of others before him.

Azula Ordo

 

[Azula Ordo]

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DYING PAINS​

Tags: Persephone Ambrosia​

Equipment: In Bio​

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The assassin halted, bloodied, clearly injured from the attack of the Mandalorian, yet sized the Sangnir woman up with an air of uncertainty. Initially, they didn't seem to take Perse as too much of a threat, until she produced the weapon from seemingly no where. They stood there for a moment, saber still ignited, though perhaps they could sense the power that came from the Sangnir woman. They eyed the bloodied Mandalorian, then back to Perse. She would sense several thoughts flowing through the mind of the killer, trying to gauge if it was better to kill off Azula now and make a run for it, or leave the woman to whatever fate that Perse had in store for her.​

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It seemed in the end, they took some comfort in knowing that the Sangnir would finish the job. The red saber deactivated, the assassin taking several steps back. "Fine, long as she dies, it doesn't matter to me." They said, their voice clearly showing signs of fatigue, before their form slowly began to fade away; seemed this one was equipped with a stealth device.​

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Now let with an unconscious and bleeding out Azula, low groans escaped from the confines of the Mandalorians armor, as well as the frantic beeping of her onboard medical device. Once Perse looked upon the woman, the reason for her condition would be quite apparent; a five inch fragment of metal had been driven under her right armpit, having punctured through a weak point in the under armor section. There was a chance that an artery had been struck, and coupled with the rest of Azula's injuries, the woman wasn't in the best shape. "Perse.....?" A low voice would drone out from the armor, a weak hand raising up towards her, as Azula tried to push through the haze of unconsciousness that was covering her mind at current.​

 

[Persephone Ambrosia]

Persephone had loosened her guard for a moment, as he seemed agreeable to the terms; frowning briefly as he disappeared from in front of her very eyes. The bastard. Though it was hardly a concern at the moment. People like that always reared their heads again. Most likely he wanted to catch her off guard in the near future, to try and demand his payment. All fine by her... Persephone's icy blues panned the entire area, finally spinning full circle to face the downed Azula.

Persephone approached, allowing that blood-woven weapon to liquify back onto her hand, and ultimately back into her own body. It was sad for her to have gone in this way, or perhaps Persephone was just upset Azula's end wasn't exactly how she wanted it to go...

Leaning, she would assess the damage done to the other; ignoring the mounting desire to tear into the other. And then she found it, the fragment of metal that was likely nicking the artery. Persephone paused as she noted the amount of blood on the ground, and on Azula herself. She was going now...

"Azula... I forbid you to die from these wounds so suddenly... Give me time"

She warned, picking up the others full weight with ease and moving her form to a more secluded area. That happened to be a stash house for her organizations more illicit activities, and was currently in use by two junior members of her Coven. Walking in, it was obvious they weren't expecting guests, and would stand at attention as soon as she entered through the sliding door.

Speaking of which, she would hold that door open, and nod back at it.

"Get the Feth out, make yourselves useful. There is an assassin working our turf without permission. Bring him to me alive..."

She said flatly, moving to rest Azula onto a table before knocking everything else off of it. Her goons moved outside without another word, leaving them to their privacy. At which point, Persephone would close her eyes, muttering something to herself in some archaic tongue. She would be gone soon, and the timing had to be perfect.

"Take this offering of blood, and death. Let our lifeforce become one;"

She dragged a sharp finger across her own wrist, creating a fine line that suddenly gushed with blood. That very wrist was offered to Azula, what blood was there dripping onto her lips, and into her mouth if it was open. As she bled out, and the death was near to taking her, the more that blood would seem enticing. Likely Azula would go from reluctantly feeding from Persephone, to rabidly gnawing at her wrist. They needed to get there first however.

"Drink this, old friend... You'll feel better. Then you will... You will gain eternity"

She said, a very fancy way of saying her blood was poisonous, and if Azula began to drink from her it was a death sentence. Most especially in her current state.

Azula Ordo

 

[Azula Ordo]

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DYING PAINS​

Tags: Persephone Ambrosia​

Equipment: In Bio​

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She had to be going crazy. There was just no other way around it. Staring at the woman before her, Azula struggled to breath, feeling a clot of blood forming in her throat, and wheezing before lobbing a clump of blood against the inside of her helmet. Was she dying? This felt like dying. She twitched on the ground, trying to find a strength that she no longer had, unable to work out what it was that Perse had in mind. Was she...trying help her? Her ears had to be deceiving her. There was no way that was possible.​

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She felt herself being lifted, Perse's arms wrapping around her and lifting her. For a moment, she thought that perhaps her soul was leaving her body, yet after several pained moments she realized this wasn't the case. Though the faint haze of consciousness, her eyes lingered on the woman, trying to figure out what she was playing at, what the game was. Truth be told, Azula hadn't a clue, but then again, she was more occupied with not dying from blood loss. Her body slowly began to grow limp, the Imperial's eyelids growing heavy by the moment, as she didn't have much longer on this world.​

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Her suit was the only reason she didn't die in Perse's arms.​

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When she came to, she felt herself being placed on a hard surface, her helmet having been removed, and Perse lingered over her, blood spilling from the pale woman's arm. In-spite of her near death, Azula could hear everything clearly, and the words Perse used were....different. Almost, sweet, a reminder from a time when they were friends. Perhaps they could have become more than that if life hadn't taken it's course.​

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Then she said it, 'old friend'. Azula eyed the woman, her eyelids heavy and wavering. She wasn't going to last much longer, but whatever Perse was offering her now...it couldn't be good. She never gave anything like this freely, not without some hidden cost being put within it.​

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Still, it would keep her alive. Give her more time to right her wrongs.​

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In spite of herself, she took the blood, the taste coming off as bitter as it touched her tongue, though it slid down her throat all the same, and a few mere moments later, Azula Ordo collapsed back onto the table; motionless.​

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The medical sensor inside her suit erupted into a chorus of bleeping, informing those within it that the Mandalorian was now dead.​

 

[Persephone Ambrosia]

Well that didn't go how it went last time. Then again, the last time she had drained the other herself... Hmm.. Persephone observed the others form go limp, and simply brushed her nails over the others face lightly, the tips of her nails barely brushing at her lips. No air, and seemingly no life left in her to continue. Although Persephone's blood had killed her, in a few hours that very same blood would resuscitate her. Azula would see a brand new world when she first opened her eyes as a Sangnir.

There would've been a myriad of smells, and tastes. And even though it could be soon, or within a few hours, Persephone had to stay with her now. A Fresh Blood suffering from thirst, and having no mentor to guide them was a sight to behold. And an embarrassment for someone. It would not be her. The woman would simply turn her back to the table, and hoist herself up to sit daintily aside the other.

"Anti-Climatic... I was hoping for a little more drama. And I wonder who has the interest, or credit to send such an individual after you..."

She asked aloud in the room, as if she was expecting the dead woman beside her to respond.

"In any case, the next time I see him I will drink from his marrow; not before I find out who funded his expedition... I will kill them as well. So much to do my love... So much to do..."

Persephone glanced over to the other, realizing her own thirst was mounting. Ever since earlier in fact, she had wanted to hunt. They had become far too accustomed to having cattle on hand. There was a certain thrill in seeking out prey however. With her new fresh-blood there may have even been some joy in it again. Maybe... She simply needed to make sure this one made it the distance.

"Hmm, I need to get you dresses... And gifts... And subjects... That life you had..."

She inhaled sharply then, although breathing wasn't necessarily required for her, hawking lightly and spitting on the ground to her left.

"Now you will inherit true power... An Empire of Shadow; my blood coursing through your body... My knowledge, slowly but surely will become yours... As will my aspirations... My fears... My paranoia..."

Persephone would look back to her, folding her arms...

"I'm rambling, aren't I... Its just been so long since I-..."

She would fall quiet then, frowning at the other and sliding from the table. For now, she would move to the window and silently stare outwards. Unmoving, like... Well, a corpse.

Azula Ordo

 

[Azula Ordo]

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DYING PAINS​

Tags: Persephone Ambrosia​

Equipment: In Bio​

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Her fingertips touched something soft and solid, and with her eyes opening slowly, Azula found herself gazing upon the form of a familiar face. Persephone. The woman wore an alluring smile, the same expression she had worn back when they were on better terms. When they were friends. Azula began to sit up, her eyes focusing on the woman before her, attempting to sit up, only to be pushed down swiftly by Perse's firm hands. Azula's eyes widened, staring at Perse with a look of confusion, watching as the woman's lips moved though no words were uttered.​

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Perse drew closer, Azula's heart suddenly thudding hard against her chest, eyes widening in realization of what was occurring, and realizing even further that after so long, her feelings had been shared by the other woman. She moved to intercept Persephone, nearly colliding when reality collapsed around her.​

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Azula bolted up off the table, the light near blinding her, new sounds slamming against the sides of her head, and new scents burned at her nostrils. She grimaced, hands gripping at her head, her entire body feeling off, as if she was no longer living within her own body any longer. What the hell had happened to her?​

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She attempted to get off whatever the hell she had been laying on, and tumbled to the ground, finally realizing that she had been stripped of armor as her body came into contact with the ground.​

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It was hard to think, hard to process anything at current. So much feedback was assaulting her senses that she couldn't keep up.​

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She needed help, needed to figure out what the hell was going on before she lost her mind. Blinded and nearly deaf now, Azula struggled on the ground, groaning as she fought against these alien sensations and her own new found abilities.​

 

[Persephone Ambrosia]

She heard the other stir, but didn't yet turn. Her eyes showed her reaction, though her back was still turned to the other. A light smile dotting her face. She didn't take long... Only a few hours. And now, Persephone had done what she had decided long before... She had killed Azula, and given her something more. And yet, Persephone had dropped a chit-load of work in her own lap. She had to break the other in now. Make her comfortable with what was likely a barrage of sensory information.

Persephone looked down at herself, naked in the sense of not visibly wearing any clothes; well, she was never really wearing clothes. She had simply learned all manner of tricks in her time as a Sangnir. She turned to the other, light 'thwaps' audible as her bare feet made contact with the durasteel beneath their feet.

"Stand up, Azula..."

She told the other, aware the only reason she was rolling about on the ground was confusion, and not injury. All the same, she would be looking over the others form for imperfections, or blemishes. She could find none... It would bring a grin to her face. Moving to run her right hand across the others body as she saw fit.

"A Masterpiece... Beautiful... You need to stick with me now Azula. Do you understand? You're safest near me for the time being. There is so much to show you, so much for you to learn... First things first.. I need to show you something. Perhaps something you've always been curious about... Yet, it was not something I could share with you..."

Persephone let her know that, moving past her, and remaining in a relatively nude state. For now she would open a door that led into a subterranean level of the structure they were in. Azula normally wouldn't have found anything strange about it... However, as she was now? As soon as the seal broke, there would be a honeyed smell in her nostrils. the smell was a mixture of dried and fresh blood, as well as what Azula would soon learn to be the smell of prey.

Persephone hardly had to tell Azula what to do next, as her instinct would be to rip, and tear into the source of that smell... Submerge herself into the insides of whatever the hunger inducing smell was.

"Come, my love... Its time. I need you to understand firsthand why you were paid so much for slaves... Why I felt hatred towards you for denying me the shipment so long ago..."

Azula Ordo

 

[Azula Ordo]

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DYING PAINS​

Tags: Persephone Ambrosia​

Equipment: In Bio​

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Feeling the cold floor under her, Azula could hear the voice of Perse speaking to her, softly now. It was a tone she hadn't heard the woman use before, not in this manner at least. Her movements slowed, slowly able to process where she was, and the fact she wasn't dead, it indicated that Perse had done something to her. Slowly, focus came back to the woman, and Azula became aware that light footfalls were moving towards her. She could smell several scents now, one of which she recognized as it drifted about her, and marking it as most likely to be Perse. She was only proven right as she felt the woman's hand contact her skin, her words seemingly being of praise as if she had just created a work of art.​

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Finding new strength in her legs, Azula rose, wobbly at first, then more stable as the world stopped spinning. Images came into focus, and she could now see Perse in detail, the woman's bare form maneuvering around her, though the situation she found herself in was highly unusual. Azula had little time to process these events however, as she became aware of a ravenous hunger that stemmed within her, her mouth was dry, and there was a gnawing she felt in her bones. It felt off, wrong somehow.​

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Then when that seal broke, it hit Azula all the more. Her breathing became heavy, the hunger seemingly growing. She grimaced, feeling a bestial instinct slowly taking over, her eyes remaining on Perse. Then, before she knew what was happening, she was moving. Her vision went red, unable to process what entirely she was doing, only waging war against the hunger that threatened to consume her.​

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Needless to say, her feeding was ravenous.​

 

[Persephone Ambrosia]

She had been guiding Azula slowly from behind, aware she was likely concerned as to why she was naked. Of course Pesephone knew the answer to this question, but would not be divulging such information to the other; she would find out very soon. What did surprise Persephone was Azula moving away from her grasp, and beelining to where she was being taken anyway... As soon as Azula picked a cell, and a victim, Persephone quickly pressed a button to lock down the other cells, lest Azula was particularly ravenous this night. As she should be... As was her right.. However, this food didn't grow on trees.

Azula's victim was chained to the wall, doomed to death well before her protégé had arrived with her insatiable hunger. Persephone slowly tracked along behind her then, listening to the brief screams, the light struggling; that... miraculous sound of sinew, and cartilage... Coming to a stop, and near peeking around the corner like some peeping tom in the night. She draped herself lightly, a demonic grin finding her face as the smell of it, the sounds of it brought her excitement. Her own fangs slightly extending as the other fed.

She let the other enjoy, aware this would be the most savage of it. The first time, was... Memorable. Though, now she in all honesty couldn't remember hers... Not clearly.

Her eyes panned off from the unholy act being committed, idly trying to remember what had happened...

Oh, yes that's right... The docks. The one who had created her made it easy, entrancing the mortal... Leading them far away from prying eyes, or attentive ears. At that time she was just like Azula... Confused, and yet needing no further instruction after the first bit of anima had spilled from the victim. Almost like a dog...

She chuckled aloud then, letting her nails scrape on the wall briefly as she walked a ways down, past the cell Azula was in and observed the rest of her stock. There were a myriad of smells, not all of which were nice. Clearly, the pens weren't being kept in a manner to her liking. Her icy blues would squint a bit at the condition of it, inhaling and exhaling with clear disdain.

"Useless..."

Persephone mumbled to herself, a little disappointed Azula had to feed here first... There were much better options, not to mention her own private stock... Hell there were even those that allowed her to embrace them out of pleasure; but Azula would need to exercise control before she dined in such a posh manner. Walking back down to the cell her protégé was cementing her new life in, she would slow to a stop, tapping lightly on the bars that held the cattle with one of those elongated claws that she referred to as fingernails.

"Azula, its gone love; stop gnawing at it... Come out of there.."

Azula Ordo

 

[Azula Ordo]

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DYING PAINS​

Tags: Persephone Ambrosia​

Equipment: In Bio​

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Azula had lost herself to blood rage before, it was a bit of a different time and place of course, but she had lost herself to battle more times than she could count. Of course, she had done so as both Sith, and Mandalorian. But this blood feeding, it was something new, something she hadn't gone through before. When she came out of her feeding frenzy, she found her hands caked in blood, as were her legs and knees. Confusion took over initally, followed by concern as she stepped away from her meal. She held her head, slowly becoming aware at how strange her body felt now. The weight that loomed upon her shoulders was no more, and now, there was a strength she hadn't felt coursing through her being.​

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She heard Perse's voice now, a softer voice, a tone she hadn't heard the woman use before. Azula was still a tad dazed, confused as to what she was doing here, and what had happened to her. Her memories of the past day wasn't clear, but, she recalled being carried by Perse, pain and blood leaking from her being, and the last thing she witnessed was Perse staring into her slowly fading eyes.​

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Answering the call, Azula dragged herself forth, her foot steps bloody as she lumbered to the sound of Perse's voice, and looked upon the woman. Her expression made of clay, as though she tried to stifle the confusion beneath the surface, there were traces of it etched into her brow. "Perse, what...what is happening to me?" She asked quietly, eyes searching the woman for an answer that she knew would never come.​

 

[Persephone Ambrosia]

Mhm... How was she to answer that question? Persephone just stared briefly... Thinking about it. Perhaps she could lighten the blow, but then again was there even a blow to land? The most difficult part of this, was the fact that very soon her thoughts, and memories would begin bleeding over to the other. It could take many years, but Azula would begin to learn things she had never known before today. Names, Dates, Events.... Tastes. Secrets even, that the elder Sangnir possessed. It made no sense to lie to her creation, essentially...

"Alright... You were attacked. You really can't remember? You were dying... So... I knew you had some health problems, and didn't have much longer anyway..."

It would be noted that Persephone took a full step back to put space in between them. Aware how powerful fresh turns could be for the first couple of days. She held no fear of Azula, but it wasn't uncommon for them to be able to move at mind melting speeds, and possess strength that could rival her own. They more often than not simply did not have the technical skill to fight, nor were the able to truly move as they should. Still, better safe than sorry...

"I killed you... And made you more than what you were... More than human. This way, you have time to find your children... Perhaps even see your grandchildren... Isn't that wonderful?"

She asked, beginning to side step the other, slowly moving in a circle around Azula. Of course leaving out the fact that she would instead now have to watch her children be buried, instead of the other way around. Though, she would relax on the immortality bit for now. Perhaps there was already enough excitement for one night.

"I've been wanting this for you for a long time Azula, you can't tell me you don't feel better than you've felt in years... Use your eyes, your ears... Your old body could never compete with the blessings you've attained now... You are now, what is called Sangnir; even with my.... Exhausting with the exhausting amount of time I have spent on this plane, there is not much I can tell you... Only that as you are now, the only thing that will kill you are others. You will never expire from the slow passage of time... You will never die,"

Persephone said, stopping and glancing over at one of the people in the cell, feeling quite clearly he was dead. This place was truly disgusting.... Although, everything was going according to plan.

Save for her being extremely unaware how Azula Ordo was taking this change. It would have been... Highly disappointing if she became rebellious at this stage. It was absolutely what she didn't need. Though, she also had information she knew the other wanted. She knew names, dates, and places... Kadan, Aayla, she knew of... Her daughter, was still eluding her, but she would have her location soon as well no doubt.