Tiny beads of sweat rolled down porcelain skin as the night air did little to ease the humidity that called the jungle its home. The sun had only set a few short hours ago, but the moons provided ample light for the fire maned siren. Jungles were nothing new to the petite woman, but the planet itself was an entirely different manner. Dressed in a simple tank top and skirt that kept her cooler than if she had dressed in something more befitting of her station, the Sith Empress moved toward the structure that loomed in the distance.
As she navigated her way through the jungle, her mind turned to how those who claimed to be her brethren would behave in her stead. Would they cut a path through the jungle, making the planet weep in agony further? Or would they utilize something more fierce to cut their way toward the ancient temple she was attempting to reach. She imagined so and the souls within her whispered their agreement. Nothing was sacred anymore, not to the Sith or the Jedi.
Her progress was slow, but eventually she reached the over grown and crumbling temple. Once it had been grand, she was certain, but now it was less than a shadow of its former self. Eyes of obsidian studied the structure as her hair caught the light of the moon's, making it seem as though her hair was made of flame. A corner of her mouth turned upward in the smallest of smiles as she entered the forgotten temple.