Chiasa Kritivaas
Starbird Reborn
Tension almost visibly drained off of her as his arm wrapped around her, pulling her closer. This was safety. Shielded by him and the knowledge that in this moment anything that wanted to get to her would need to go through him first. For a moment she was at the precise balancing, standing on the fulcrum between two emotional responses.
The first was to cry. To purge herself of the pain and shame. To shed the fear she had been too proud to show before. It was funny how these things could be sometimes. An experience could be like a mountain. While you were going through it, climbing it, you saw only the section directly before you and kept climbing because what else could you do? Once you'd reached the other side though, you could look back and see just how tall, how large, how insurmountable the experience had been.
The second was pleasure, happiness, relief. She was through. She was safe. She'd made it. She likely shouldn't have, there was no reason for one such as her to survive an encounter wit a Sith and yet she had. Not only had she survived, she would likely be fine. It would be used as a catalyst, a drive to become more, better. She would spit in the eye of those who tried to hurt her, dodge away from their grasping hands. If you were on thin ice anyway, you might as well dance.
In the end, she fell slightly in the side of the second, and with a small sigh, she closed her eyes.. She was still tired. The unconsciousness that had claimed her on Panatha had not been particularly restful. She was physically and emotionally drained.. It did not take long for her to fall asleep..
We'll make them pay. The Sith will bleed and burn. Anyone who dares to stand against us, who disrespects us-
Yellow eyes opened. She'd been soundly asleep for a few hours, dreams uneasy, but never properly forming into nightmares, not with the warding presence beside her. She wasn't properly awake, not really. This was her feral side, responding to a threat. The threat had been identified however, and as she turned her attention inward, the beast snickered.
You are not mine, not of me.
I am power, I am strength, I am everything you need and everything you could be.
Pfft, you are of Vornskr. I taste him on you.
He is power now, but I could make you more, I could raise you above him.
I am not yours. I belong to my mate, he will strike down Vornskr if I cannot, I have no need of you.
Emberli will turn on you.
I am his! This place is his! This mind and body are his! There is no place for you here!
The beast turned on the other that had been placed within it, imposed upon it, ripping it out, shredding it and throwing it to the Nether. Only one other aura was allowed to touch it, to influence it, to command it, and that did not belong to any Sith. That was the man next to her. She closed her eyes once more, a satisfied, smug smile on her lips, bridge of her nose pressed against Emberli. She kissed his side once, and then settled back into sleep, dreams untroubled and clear.
[member="Emberli Garett"]
The first was to cry. To purge herself of the pain and shame. To shed the fear she had been too proud to show before. It was funny how these things could be sometimes. An experience could be like a mountain. While you were going through it, climbing it, you saw only the section directly before you and kept climbing because what else could you do? Once you'd reached the other side though, you could look back and see just how tall, how large, how insurmountable the experience had been.
The second was pleasure, happiness, relief. She was through. She was safe. She'd made it. She likely shouldn't have, there was no reason for one such as her to survive an encounter wit a Sith and yet she had. Not only had she survived, she would likely be fine. It would be used as a catalyst, a drive to become more, better. She would spit in the eye of those who tried to hurt her, dodge away from their grasping hands. If you were on thin ice anyway, you might as well dance.
In the end, she fell slightly in the side of the second, and with a small sigh, she closed her eyes.. She was still tired. The unconsciousness that had claimed her on Panatha had not been particularly restful. She was physically and emotionally drained.. It did not take long for her to fall asleep..
We'll make them pay. The Sith will bleed and burn. Anyone who dares to stand against us, who disrespects us-
Yellow eyes opened. She'd been soundly asleep for a few hours, dreams uneasy, but never properly forming into nightmares, not with the warding presence beside her. She wasn't properly awake, not really. This was her feral side, responding to a threat. The threat had been identified however, and as she turned her attention inward, the beast snickered.
You are not mine, not of me.
I am power, I am strength, I am everything you need and everything you could be.
Pfft, you are of Vornskr. I taste him on you.
He is power now, but I could make you more, I could raise you above him.
I am not yours. I belong to my mate, he will strike down Vornskr if I cannot, I have no need of you.
Emberli will turn on you.
I am his! This place is his! This mind and body are his! There is no place for you here!
The beast turned on the other that had been placed within it, imposed upon it, ripping it out, shredding it and throwing it to the Nether. Only one other aura was allowed to touch it, to influence it, to command it, and that did not belong to any Sith. That was the man next to her. She closed her eyes once more, a satisfied, smug smile on her lips, bridge of her nose pressed against Emberli. She kissed his side once, and then settled back into sleep, dreams untroubled and clear.
[member="Emberli Garett"]