Fragments and Pieces of Darkness and Light

[Darth Ren Malgus]

Despair and Misery had become her partners, they overlapped each other and slowly drew what little bit of strength she had left leaving her staring at another ceiling in another city, on some other planet.

Atrisia had taken, everything from her that she held dearly. The fate of her son still unknown but she could not sense him and the worst thoughts crept in thoughts that she was unwilling to accept.

Her mind snapped back and forth between Ren and Serena. Ren wanted vengeance to reek havoc upon the galaxy in the name of [member="Mythos"] and [member="Adas James Malgus"] , while Serena wept and prayed for ease.

Where was she now, she looked around and recognized nothing. But to this place she had come, for whatever lay ahead. She tried to drink the water but the bitterness of her emotions wouldn't allow her to slake her thirst.

This was not a life, this was a walking death and death was angry at the galaxy.

She sat down hard on, she looked, a chair....where was she? Why couldn't she remember?

The small voice of Serena still inside Ren cried out for help while Ren glared at the world and waited for someone, to say or do something that would give her reason to lash out.

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

Ryn'Dhal had been lost in the cosmos for quite some time. Bitterness coiled about his heart, wrath dancing at the tip of his tongue, and the faintest flames of hate tickling behind his eyes.

Someone had taken something of incredible value from him. Someone of incredible value. On some world, in some corner of space, the young Master found himself in some dive-cantina, sitting at the bar, waiting on his next round of Corellian whiskey. The booze did little to slake his thirst. His thirst for knowledge of Kay's where-abouts, his thirst for vengeance against they who took her, and his thirst for reunification of his adopted family unit.

After everything that happened to James recently, even he had gone missing. The felinoid sat, truly feeling alone in this universe, for the first time in nearly a decade.

Sighing heavily into his glass, cowl pulled low, the felinoid took a hearty draw from his glass, before resuming his dead-eyed stare into the murky depths of his glass. He then felt a faint tugging on his conscience. His gaze shifted, rounding about the cantina, before falling on the form of a female.

Blonde.​

Attractive.​

And alone.

That combination spelled trouble, in a multitude of potential equations. She could be a prime victim for a predatory individual. She could be a predatory individual. Or, she could simply be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Thankfully for the two of them, other than the droid tending the bar, they were the only occupants of the structure at this hour..... whatever hour that happened to be. Waving the bar-droid over, the Master acquired a fresh glass, and a bottle of whiskey, before heading over to the woman's table.

Gently, he placed the glasses, and the unopened and sealed bottle, upon the table. "Hope you don't mind some company. It's bad luck to drink alone, and I think I've had more than my fair share of that for a while...." he offered by way of an explanation, before gesturing to the seat across the table from her. "If you do mind, however, I can just as easily move along." no matter how sour life got him, there was one thing Ryn'Dhal could never not be.... And that was a gentleman.

He waited for her reply, before either taking the seat across the woman, or returning to the bar from whence he came.

[member="Serena Bouie"]​

 

[Darth Ren Malgus]

She gave him a side long glance did she want company? Normally she'd have some quip about well that's a line, not a good line but a line. Instead her mood kept her from showing the light heart she once possessed, she motioned for him to sit as she spoke, "Sure have a seat, I can't use anymore bad luck" And she couldn't, how much worse could it get.

She looked at him again this time the damn empathic skills began to tickle and wiggle to life, emotions even from her new companion were tell tale, "Having a bad day?" She asked not sure if she was curious or just talking to prevent loneliness and uncertainty from taking hold while she drank.

She looked at him maybe she should buy him a drink. She didn't know, and it was hard to focus when her own heart hurt so much.

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]