Keeper and the Hound

[The Hound]

Coruscant. The planet where he was raised, the planet he had sworn to protect at one time. As his ship touched down and the Sith swarmed the landing zone his yellow eyes looked down in pity, his saber cleaving through the poorly trained guards and the apprentice that had been sent to bring him in. He knew she would not show herself unless goaded. She would be too cautious. But his mind was made up.

When true acolytes of the Sith came to his location, the burning wreckage of his own shuttle and the bodies of the guards and apprentice strewn about, he sat on a ledge overlooking The Works, his bacta bandages now long dry and crumbling and the black garb covering his lower body tattered. He looked a madman, his black hair now long and unruly, the form of an unconscious woman at his feet. He had procured the thing the Chosen had asked for, what the Goddess had asked for.

"Take me to her." he muttered, allowing himself to be captured and ferried off to the Valley of the Lords. He was silent the entire trip. Brought before the new Dark Lord as if they would be rewarded for their "capture of the mad Jedi" the Hound looked up to [member="Ordo"], confusion filling his mind, yet keeping his eyes devoid of emotion save a deep hunger. His smirk was hidden by the bandages that covered nearly all of his body. He would not speak, but wait to be spoken to.

[member="Darth Isolda"]
[member="Mya Munro"]
[member="Rosa Gunn"]

 

[Ordo]

[member="Vaermina"]

Ordo smiled as his grey-green eyes slowly turned to the color of burning coals behind his helmet. He didn't rise from the throne he now occupied, not yet. He had felt this presence before, at least a presence similar to it.

"Why have you come here?" Ordo said in a deep hollow voice that echoed around the room as Yuuzhan vong slayer guards flanked the steps that lead up to him.

Ordo lifted a hand and called the man's weapon from a guard to his hand and looked at it for a moment before setting it beside others on his throne.

"Or should I tell you what you came for."

 

[The Hound]

Shoved to the ground by his captors, or rather escorts as he saw them, Turin looked to the man's visor.

"I am here for the Chosen of Vahl." His words were simple, his purpose clear. He had come for the Dark Lord's eye, though weather or not his allegiance was to the Sith or the Vahl...If either, was unknown. He searched for her in the Force. The one they called, [member="Darth Isolda"].

[member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

[member="Vaermina"]

Ordo sat and looked at the man from behind the visor for a long silent moment before rising. There was more than one chosen but then Ordo was no fool he knew who the man wanted. However, it begged questions, and he would again test the resolve of those that made demands.

"The Goddess has more than one who serves her and even she sits at the right hand of the dark lord." Ordo began to slowly descend the steps, "what do you offer in exchange for your desire to be met?"

He continued to descend the steps as he drew his Fett Kal from his belt and let it hang idly at his side while he stopped at the foot of thone steps.

"The Goddess will ask a price to approach her chosen."

[member="Darth Isolda"]

 

[Lina Djo]

Mya's footsteps were soft as she entered the throne room from a side door. Never far from the Dark Lord, from her father she moved quietly across the floor pausing when she reached the 'captive' she cut across his line of sight to the dark lord and peered down at him, dark eyes drinking in everything she could before she turned away and moved up the steps.

"She collects some interesting pets." She mused to the [member="Ordo"], passing him she settled herself in the throne, before looking down once more at [member="Vaermina"] . There she simply watched silently with a small smile on her lips. This had the prospect to be a fascinating show.

 

[The Hound]

His golden eyes narrowed at the large man. What did he really know of the Chosen? Of his goddess, his keeper? The young man's soul burned with the strength of a thousand suns, and when the goddess called to her hound he simply obeyed. But this man? He was a means to an end, regardless of his title. No one truly ruled over the Vahla, let alone drove the will of Vahl.

"What I have..." he said, with a flick of his wrist as he levitated the limp body of [member="Rosa Gunn"] forward, "Is not for you." His eyes challenged the visor. Deep within him the Beast began to grow impatient.
[member="Mya Munro"] [member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

[member="Vaermina"]

Ordo smiked behind his mask. The scars bending at odd angles. He smiled and brushed Mya's hand as she walked by her observation was an apt one. He mentally spoke to her as she sat.

"Watch and be ready. This one is not her usual pet." He told her.

"Is it not?" He said with mock curiosity, "Do you think she'd keep anything from me?"

Ordo stepped forward and pulled off his gauntlet to hang it from his belt.

"I can feel your anger...your hate." He said calmly, "embrace it! Rise and take what you want! Kill me take my throne and she will bow to you."

Ordo said as he squared off in front on the man.

"Or do you not truley want her?"

 

[The Hound]

He stood now, despite the guard's attempt to keep him down. Amusement filled his eyes.
"You truly know nothing of the Vahla and their goddess Vahl. It is not...Your mock power I want. I want what the goddess desires, not her chosen, and most certainly not you." he said, slight disgust in his mannerisms. He had absolute faith in the goddess, though whether or not that was truly his own unwavering belief or the slow indoctrination of Isolda was anyone's guess.

"Your mantle is fickle, Lady Vahl is forever." With a flick of his wrist, his weapon was called back into his hand, the snap-hiss of his silver blade filled the room as his blade erupted from the hilt. "Then again, I don't doubt that your soul and body would please the goddess..."
[member="Ordo"]

 

[Darth Isolda]

"The Goddess pleasures in your presence."

A throaty chuckle would come echoing from the shadows. Before long, the Eye of the Dark Lord would grace them with her presence. Power would roll off of her in near tangible waves, a vessel of the Dark Lord, the only one to have been blessed with his power. An extension of himself.

The dark inky tattoos that would line her body would appear to slither across her skin like liquid smoke with every step she took. There was a soft jingle as each graceful movement would cause the silver beading of her headdress to sway. A sheer veil would fall just to the middle of the bridge of her nose, the almost sheer glistaweb silk contouring to the soft curves of her body.

"... Well well well... what present has the Hound brought forth for the Goddess?" she would purr out, a throaty sound that would pour over them all like sickly sweet honey.

 

[Rosa Gunn]

The first thing Rosa became aware of was the distinct hum of an active lightsaber, after that came the headache. She bit her lip and held back a groan, eyes fluttering open as she rolled onto her side and came up to her knees. The darkness in those around her washed over her and a dread made her stomach go cold. For a moment she just sat there, drinking in the site around her. Turin squaring up to the Dark Lord, the Ember of Vahl in all her deadly beauty observing with a smile that would have made even the strongest of men tremble.

She closed her eyes, shutting them out and reached out through the bond she shared with her husband. There was no time for detail, no time for loaction all she could get was a feeling. [member="Seydon of Arda"] would get a sense of his wife's danger. It was not a plea for help, it was a warning. Eyes snapped open and she settled her gaze on the woman. There was no fear in Rosa, she'd overcome things that others had shattered at. Whatever this woman had to throw at her, she would overcome it.

A sad smile curled her lips. "Ember of Vahl, a pleasure to meet you in the flesh."

[member="Darth Isolda"] @Ordo @Vaermina

 

[Ordo]

[member="Vaermina"] [member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Darth Isolda"]

Ordo turned slowly and leaned on the steps to his throne as they all talked. He ignored the comments of the man, unwilling to disillusion him so soon. He turned his gaze up the steps to the same form of Mya and smiled behind his mask. He returned his attention to Isolda.

"You have been busy Precious one." he said as he looked at her and not the other two.

He looked at Rosa now and nodded.

"Welcome miss Gunn."

 

[The Hound]

His eyes caught the beauty that was Her chosen, [member="Darth Isolda"]. Within seconds, his eyes reverted to a calm only reserved for devoted men and women. Deactivating his weapon and clipping it back to his belt, he kneeled before her on one knee, head down and his right arm across his chest.

"Only what the Goddess has requested of me, my Chosen," he said humbly, his eyes rising to meet those of Isolda's.

While it had been the first time they had met in the flesh, he had seen her face and form many a time in his visions and dreams. Maybe it was her indoctrination, but the Force hung around her in a way that made him quiver with excitement within.
[member="Ordo"] [member="Rosa Gunn"]

 

[Darth Isolda]

@Vaermina @Ordo [member="Rosa Gunn"]


The corner of Isolda's mouth would perk. " Chosen of Vahl... my dear." she would correct the younger woman with an amused tilt of her head. A hand would go to lightly sweep across the large throne which Ordo sat upon, walking behind him until she would stand at his side.

"You have done well, Hound of Vahl." Isolda commended Vaermina at his prize. "You have passed your trial." she told him, as she slowly began to descend the marble stone stairs towards the woman.

"Mmm.... So... Rosa Gunn... is it?" she would ask, but needing no real confirmation. She would pause, watching her with those silver eyes, as if seemingly peering into her soul, her very being.

"You've promise in you. Power untapped. Such sweet potential...." she'd coo.

"The Goddess is pleased at you presence. " she'd give a small incline of her head in seemingly cordial greeting.

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa did not sway under Isolda's gaze, she held it, her face becoming like stone as the chosen spoke of her potential. Her eyelid twitched. Rosa had two choices before her, cooperate and succumb or fight whatever Isolda threw at her.

"Your Goddess," she replied smoothly, coming to her feet as she did "can go feth herself."

Apparently, she was going to start with the latter.

[member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Vaermina"] [member="Ordo"]

 

[Lina Djo]

At the top of the steps, Mya rolled her eyes as Isolda cooed over her new pet, sliding out of her fathers throne she moved to be next to him, slipping and arm through his she let out a giggle at the empath's sharp retort.

"I like her, she's feisty." Something flickered in her mind. "Isn't it Missus Gunn? You have a husband do you not?"

[member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Vaermina"] [member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

[member="Mya Munro"]

"We enjoy fiesty." Ordo said holding his daughter's arm in his, "don't we Mya?"

He looked down at his eye and her pets.

"Do as you will with them my love," Ordo said letting pleasure seep to the Oracle through the force. He turned to Rosa.

"A married woman? Is this true?" Ordo said as he pulled off his helmet to hold with one hand as Mya clung to the other.

 

[The Hound]

His eye twitched at the insolence of the woman he had once knew as a friend. How could she not at least keep some sort of formality while in the presence of Her Chosen? It was maddening. And the large one...He also mad his stomach curl...The way he addressed her he was lucky the Hound did not take his head from his body and send him to the Goddess himself.

"Kneel, heretic," he muttered as he stood, slamming the foot into the back of her knee to force her back to the ground. "This one does have a husband. A famed monster hunter of the Fringe. He goes by the name of Seydon."
@[member="Ordo"] [member="Mya Munro"] [member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Darth Isolda"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa said nothing, gasping as Turin's foot drove her back to her knees. Her heart sank at the mention on Seydon, eyes fell to the floor. There was no fear, she did not fear for her husband nor for herself. But there was anger, a small flame in her heart that blossomed at Turin's betrayal, she lifted her gaze to settle it upon the monster he had become.

"You're making a grave mistake, Turin." she said softly, eyes glittering with anger.

[member="Vaermina"] [member="Ordo"] [member="Darth Isolda"]

 

[Darth Isolda]

[member="Rosa Gunn"] [member="Vaermina"] [member="Ordo"] [member="Mya Munro"]

"Seydon.... is it?" came the curious quirk of an eyebrow from the Chosen of Vahl. She came to a stop just before Rosa, close enough for the woman to be able to catch a whiff of the anointed oil perfume she wore: Paluruvu. Soon, she would feel the effects -- just like Aaralyn Rekali did that one fateful day at Empress Teta.


A hand would reach out, attempting to press two fingers bellow Rosa's chin to lift her slightly bruised face up to her. The tattoos writhing upon her skin with smoke-like quality, one would wonder if it would touch Rosa's flesh as well.

"A beauty as well... no wonder she is so attached..." there was a rather sinister crook of a smile at the corner of her lips.

"I wonder... what more is there about you and your beau, child?" Thoughts gleaned from the Goddess would start to bless her mind.

Yesssss....


There was purpose in this. Destiny in the empath. Power would surge through her fingers and crash through to the young woman, peering into her mind, touching those connections, memories, gleaning what she could of the Master Healer.

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Rosa lifted her eyes as Isolda lifted her chin, her brown eyes settling upon the Chosen. She caught the perfume, felt drowsiness tug at her mind. It was not a mental attack, Rosa prized herself on her ability to make people sleep, it was a far better answer to fighting them so she knew the tugs of such an attack and there were none. It took her less than three seconds to narrow down the source of her sudden exhaustion and she slipped into basic training and simply held her breath, using breath control to avoid inhaling more.

In those seconds, Isolda made another attack. It came at her mind from every angle seeking to drag memories to the forefront of her mind. At every point, Isolda tried to invade she would get glimpses. A flash of a storm on Spira, then she would meet a dark wall. Grey eyes smiling at her beneath a flowered arch. Wall. Amber eyes, glittering like a wolves on an unshaven face framed by white hair. Wall. She buried all that she could of [member="Seydon of Arda"] an guarded it with every fiber of her being. But that left everything else exposed.

Her relationship with Darron Wraith, her battle with Mikhail Shorn, the death of her unborn child. Her forgiveness of both men who ruined her. Dreams filled with a child, both waking and sleeping. Dreams filled with darkness. For that was all that was left, when you took Seydon away from her life. All that remained was dark and bitter memories. There were fleeting moments, moments with friends where she was content, but Rosa always had her mind elsewhere, always looking for a problem to be solved.

She broke her breath control to speak, brown eyes spotting with amber as her anger rose. "Get out of my head queen, or I will kill you where you stand."

[member="Darth Isolda"]