Femme Fatale & Dangerous Dames

[Voices of The Deep]

Across the metaphorical landscape of Scheherazade's mentality raged a thundering storm fed by anticipation. On the outside she often moved with disinterest and general lack of motive, her head was held straight and leveled, her legs never seemed to really rise to bring her feet off the ground…within she weathered the tempest of self destruction mixed misery. For the centuries it had taken for the Dragoness to grow, for Shay to understand her purpose, to remain hidden and carefully educated, there had always been a chance of failure. Success was the only option left to The Queen, growth a coveted and hoarder aspect. It would begin with her child and end with absolute control and power. From the void emptiness of space she'd cultivate a civilization that fed on the agony of those who had once thought them weak and inactive. This was the start, this precious moment of silence shared between functional Eyes and rising empire.

Her empire.

And what had transpired would only build it stronger. And as blood trickled down her face and dripped down her chin the massive seven foot amazon stomped through the streets of Katarr. A scowl fixed upon her gaze and her jaw clenched as each step sent pain wracking through her body. The hilt of a blade stiffly embedded into into back, scratches decorating her body and patches of her clothing missing from the battle that had forced her into a hobble.

She could feel the eyes of others on her like daggers through her flesh as her bloodied hands dropped with the blood of those she had destroyed. The woman was unsure what fate befell those who had escaped the chaos but Shay...Shay stayed behind. To angry and consumed by her bloodlust to end the battle prematurely. And so she remained, feeling the bones of her enemies turn to dust in her very hands as each opponent fell by her hand.

She was a more than some warrior...she was more than some simple killer. She was a Champion, a bringer goddess of war and victory and she would not be squandered by such petty creatures. Still, her wounds were severe, a small price to pay for her to come out victorious against all odds. She needed to return to Hazel for proper treatment.

Trouble was, she had trouble navigating this blasted planet...

Troubles of the new world it seemed.

| [member="Aria Vale"] |​

 

[NightSister]

Despite the chaos of her stay in Katarr- or perhaps it was because of it - Aria had decided to delay her return to Maena a little longer after she'd slipped away from Deadend's Dive. Blood had been shed freely within the bar but none of it hers; the Sith Knight moved through the streets comfortably, relaxed in her stride. She wouldn't stand out in a crowd. She rarely did.

That was intentional.

Aria was capable of a great many things but intimidation was where she fell short. So instead she did the opposite; she became invisible, underestimated. She didn't shy away from conflict, and a part of her craved it - but where it was needless and unwanted it was always for the best if she could play the weakling. Oh, when she wanted to be she was a terrifying creature, all amber eyes and flying curls and snarling red lips. But here - here she was a slight girl dressed in black while tapered ochre gaze mapped the streets. One of countless. Too easy.

She reencountered Scheherazade Roshanara by accident, but she would have been surprisingly easy to find if the Sith had sought to do so. Where Aria blended in, the other woman stood out, the opposite of invisible. All the same, she ran into her purely for having been in the right place at the right time.

But as soon as she did, she singled out the other woman - and she knew who she was.

The woman was wounded and radiated rage, raw and feral like wildfire. Truthfully, Aria appreciated rage. To her it was artful, intriguing. And she was certainly intrigued.

So she did what she always did when somebody intrigued her.
She approached.

"I-" No. The woman hadn't spoken Basic.

Aria tried her mind.

I wondered where you'd ended up.

[member="Cinder Rose"]

 

[Voices of The Deep]

For some oddly sentimental reason, the dragoness had chosen to linger around this...strange and vibrant place, feeling - somehow - comforted by it. Days on her homeworld were cruel and drilling, but they worked out in a methodic way that would get ones mind gears a'turning. This place was similar...The days spent in the decaying urban jungle were like a disease, but one that killed slowly; it didn't amount to much in one day, but over time your life began to hang in the balance of the attitude given by millions of little disease bugs. The people of this backwater planet were those bugs, and Katrr itself was the disease as a whole. And yet it presented her with a feeling of calm justification found nowhere else she had been. So it was that she had spent her time about the city.

As if by some chance of miracle, a familiar scent drifted in the air around her. Her serpentine tongue flicked past her full lips repeatedly for a moment before slowly drawing to a pause as a voice rang within her mind...translated only slightly in a way she could understand.

Ears perked up, but that was just about the only sign of interest she displayed at all. Shay had never been known to be an openly expressioned woman without reason - why change it?

And so her golden eyes flicked back and forth like shimmering embers, only for her to look over her shoulder and spot a body of heat rather close to her...Shay narrowed her gaze, fully turning herself around with her hands stuffed comfortably into her pockets as she glared down at the smaller creature and tilted her head curiously.

She could not see the girl...but she could recognize the scent...Shay ducked down, crimson fluid dripping from the gash on her head and drown the side of her face as her tongue slipped past her lips once again to taste the air around the girl. And after a few moments of the nearly seven foot woman doing this awkwardly in the street her eyes widened and a smile spread across her face.

"Whis-key?" She uttered, butchering the pronunciation of the world. Though remembering the woman from the bar and the drink she had ordered...Whisky had made it out alive! That was good. Shay felt a sense of amusement from knowing this. She had thought everyone in that accursed place either died or...died...yes Shay did not believe anyone escaped. She was to blinded by fury to really notice anyone slipping out or surviving what happened in that place. Shay wanted to say something else, but figured it would be a waste of breath given the language barrier, and so instead she pulled her tongue back into her mouth and stood her full height, reaching out with her arm and attempting to wrap it around the girls neck and pull her close...unintentionally burying her head into the Dragonsses rather generous bust as she hissed pleasantly, giving the survivor a Drava hug...and perhaps crushing her skull.

Shay was not on very good terms with restraint.

[member="Aria Vale"]​

 

[NightSister]

Aria had a hunch that it would take some work to reintroduce herself as anything other than Whiskey. It certainly wasn't the worst name she'd had assigned to her (dying men in their last moments liked to use words in place of bullets, and she'd killed enough to know it firsthand), so she simply didn't. The Sith offered a nod in response, uncannily at ease with the lack of any real words exchanged. Silence was comfortable. Silence was almost, in some strange, faraway manner, peaceful.

Peace was the Jedi lie. But she liked the solace of quiet all the same.

Touch was less comfortable - fickle, capable of too many things all at once - but Aria easily stepped into the dragoness's embrace, hugging back with some effort before tugging herself free. A step back, a casual head-to-toe that could've just as easily been appraising or appreciative for all the indication her face gave.

You're hurt.

If Aria's features hadn't been set in a motionless smile, the words could have almost been said aloud for how they sounded in the air. But the taller woman would be able to understand these words as simply as if they'd belonged to her language. Telepathy was certainly a lesser skill of hers, but it was nothing but useful.

What happened?

The events of the divebar had been a chaotic mess from start to finish, and Aria'd only had the capacity to care about the parts of it that directly affected her and Vaylin's safety. She wasn't sure what had happened to the other woman, there or afterwards. But she was exceptionally curious.

[member="Shayra Zanteres"]​