D O M I N U S
There were very few who had this information.
In fact, the Dar'manda could number them with but a count of his fingers. Given how drastically he had been betrayed in the past, such a degree of caution was necessary. Isley Verd was not exactly a name beloved by the masses, and as such he made certain his main address was a veiled piece of information. So, imagine his surprise when the silence of the evening was shattered. Imagine the chill that ran down his spine as the thuds erupted upon his door. Once seated upon his couch, intent on relaxing for a chance, the Dar'manda practically jolted to his feet.
He didn't dare ask the stereotypical "who is it?"
Because frankly, the fact that he didn't know was problem enough.
With but a reach, his saber was summoned. It flew into his waiting palm and the Dar'manda rested his finger upon the ignition. He did not activate it yet, because the sound of a lightsaber was iconic. Even in the midst of pouring rain and thunder, someone standing outside his door would be able to hear it. So, he held off on giving away the fact that he was armed...but instead decided for a forward approach. With light steps did he approach the door before cautiously taking a peek out of the "hole". He wasn't worried that it would be gunned through or cut to pieces.
Why? Alchemist's house, take a wild guess.
What awaited his careful gaze came as a surprise. A mess of wet, crimson hair? It couldn't be. The door was wrenched open, all caution thrown momentarily to the wind.
"Lilith?
[member="Lilith Engelis"]
In fact, the Dar'manda could number them with but a count of his fingers. Given how drastically he had been betrayed in the past, such a degree of caution was necessary. Isley Verd was not exactly a name beloved by the masses, and as such he made certain his main address was a veiled piece of information. So, imagine his surprise when the silence of the evening was shattered. Imagine the chill that ran down his spine as the thuds erupted upon his door. Once seated upon his couch, intent on relaxing for a chance, the Dar'manda practically jolted to his feet.
He didn't dare ask the stereotypical "who is it?"
Because frankly, the fact that he didn't know was problem enough.
With but a reach, his saber was summoned. It flew into his waiting palm and the Dar'manda rested his finger upon the ignition. He did not activate it yet, because the sound of a lightsaber was iconic. Even in the midst of pouring rain and thunder, someone standing outside his door would be able to hear it. So, he held off on giving away the fact that he was armed...but instead decided for a forward approach. With light steps did he approach the door before cautiously taking a peek out of the "hole". He wasn't worried that it would be gunned through or cut to pieces.
Why? Alchemist's house, take a wild guess.
What awaited his careful gaze came as a surprise. A mess of wet, crimson hair? It couldn't be. The door was wrenched open, all caution thrown momentarily to the wind.
"Lilith?
[member="Lilith Engelis"]