Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

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From No where.... Welcome HoMe ...

Queen Witch...Or...You know
"I'm not a woman anymore," she smiled, tilting her head. "Not just one, anyway."
She reached up and untied the clasp of her robe — let it fall open just enough to reveal the spiral tattoo running from her collarbone downward, pulsing gently beneath her skin.
 
Queen Witch...Or...You know
Zori walked in a slow circle around him, trailing a single fingertip along his shoulder. She let her breath brush the back of his neck.

"A sanctuary. A second chance. A crucible for those too wild to be ruled... and too precious to be wasted."
She stopped in front of him.

"You left your family, Kael. You abandoned blood. But now blood brings you back. The Spiral calls you home."
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
In the Sanctum, Sommer writhed atop the Table of Becoming, whispering half-languages and gasping through waves of pleasure not her own.

"He's here… he's so close…"
Red mist curled from her mouth with every breath. The chamber echoed with soft moans, muffled weeping, and the low chant of Zae who stood vigil by the altar.
 
Queen Witch...Or...You know
Zori didn't flinch.

"You won't shoot me. Not yet. You want answers. You want closure. You want—"
Her fingers traced her own lips.
"—someone to finally understand what it's like to burn and never be consumed."


Zori stepped close. Too close. Her fingers ran down his chest.

"The spiral can save you, Kael. Azis… sees something in you. Something I overlooked."
 
For one flickering moment, Kael felt something pass through his mind — a warmth, a hunger, a spiral of pleasure laced with domination.

He pushed her back, gasping.

But some part of him — buried, shadowed — didn't want to.

"Get. Out. Of. My. Head."
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
From beneath the Vale, the moan of Sommer echoed faintly — like the aftershock of a storm. It wasn't pain.


It was devotion.


And Kael would feel the ground itself pulse beneath his feet.
 

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