Private Lure of the Shadows

[Seren Gwyn]

She had been preparing for a routine departure, the familiar hum of the spaceport filling her senses, when it began—the flicker at the edge of her mind. A face she had seen before, though only fleetingly. Veradun. Their eyes had met on Nathema, each silently acknowledging the other's skill and presence. That brief encounter had imprinted itself in her memory, refusing to fade.

Now, across the stars, it returned with uncanny insistence. Alongside the image came a whisper, soft but impossible to ignore: a name she had never visited, yet somehow knew she must reach. Quermia.

The pull was subtle, threading through her thoughts, brushing past her focus like a current she could neither stop nor ignore. Around her, the bustle of the spaceport, the rolling droids, the chatter of travelers, and the clang of cargo continued, yet she barely noticed. Her attention was drawn toward the stars, toward the journey, toward the city that somehow waited for her.

Stepping aboard the ship, Seren settled into the cabin, her eyes lingering on the viewport as the planet receded behind her. She didn't know what awaited her on Quermia, only that she had to follow. The memory of him, the lure of the city, and the whisper of the name pressed against her mind, guiding her steps even before she set foot on the planet itself.

The ship's engines quieted as it touched down on Quermia, and Seren stepped onto the platform, blinking against the soft glow of lanterns and holo-projections that painted the busy streets in shifting colors. The city was alive. Cantinas spilling music and laughter, vendors calling over sizzling street foods, performers juggling lighted orbs along the promenade. The hum of engines and chatter of travelers formed a constant, chaotic rhythm that somehow felt inviting rather than overwhelming.

And yet, amid the noise and movement, her mind kept drifting to the flickering image she couldn't shake. Veradun. She didn't know what to expect, only that her steps were drawn forward as if guided by some invisible hand. Every glance down a side street, every shadow across the crowded plaza, seemed to tug her closer, toward some meeting she could not yet comprehend.

She moved through the throng with careful awareness, eyes catching details of the city. The glow of cantina signs, the laughter spilling into the streets, the flicker of holo-ads advertising games and exotic wares...yet the pull remained, subtle but insistent. Somewhere in this living, breathing city, he was waiting, or perhaps the memory of him, intertwined with the pulse of Quermia itself, was leading her there.

The streets twisted ahead, the aromas, lights, and sounds mingling into a heady current that seemed to beckon her forward. And with every step, Seren felt the tug of the city grow stronger, a promise she could neither resist nor fully understand.

Veradun Sharr

 

[Veradun Sharr]

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Veradun’s time on Nathema had been a test, a trial of sorts. His first foray beyond the shelter of his Sire’s enclave, his first interaction with mortals. The Hunt had not gone as planned; the two Sangnirs had been pulled into whatever mess the mortals had gotten themselves into upon that world - but it had not been a complete failure. The former Nagai had been able to test some of the new skills he possessed as a Sangnir - namely his nature of compulsion. His ability to plant his thoughts and desires into the mind of another, to lure prey into his awaiting grasp. He had caught the eye of one particular woman, and when they had locked gazes - he ensured his face was burned into her mind.

Just as hers was seared into his own. A silent and purposeful link that bound them for a time.

Veradun departed Nathema with his brother, confident that the seeds had been planted. And not too long after that initial encounter, he decided it was time to truly test himself - to see if his compulsion still held weight. The Lowblood found himself on a rather populated world known as Quermia, and from there he tugged on that link - called to her through it. Enticed her to come and find him on the planet - and there he waited, calling to her periodically to keep the temptation fresh within her mind.

Days slipped by…until he felt her presence brush against his own. She had come to Quermia, to the city he had chosen, following the subtle whispers and that gentle tug to find him amongst the dazzling lights and the throng of living bodies. Veradun was acutely aware of her presence when she stepped from her ship and ventured into the lively city; he found her quite easily, though she had yet to find him. He watched her from the shadows, trailed her as she took in the sights around her. She had no idea where to go, and that was by design.

Silent as death, Veradun slipped from the shadows and stepped into view of Seren as she meandered through a market street, the scents of food vendors filling the air, along with the various cries and voices of other vendors that sought to sell their goods to passers-by. Her eyes would be drawn to him as he lingered at the edge of the pathway, his presence alluring. His pale and slightly luminous blue gaze would lock with her own as a faint but enticing smile would appear on his face. Then, in the blink of an eye, he would seem to vanish into the crowd - though his presence still lingered, whispering at the very edges of her awareness…gently calling her along. A tremor of excitement, of thrill, raced across his pale and cold skin. He rather enjoyed the thought that instead of him hunting her…she would be hunting him. Lured into his game, one to draw her in further, to make this Subtle Hunt one to remember.

Perhaps, if he played his hand right and made an impression, she wouldn’t just seek him out just this one time…but many more times to come.

Seren Gwyn ​

 

[Seren Gwyn]

Seren moved through the market with a careful rhythm, her senses alert to the subtle shifts in the crowd—the faint brush of a sleeve, a half-heard whisper, the imperceptible pull of something just beyond the edges of perception. The city was alive, vibrant, distracting, but not enough to mask the faint tug at her awareness.

Her gaze flicked to the edge of the street, catching a glimpse of pale blue eyes—too deliberate, too fleeting, to belong to a mere passerby. And just as quickly, they were gone, swallowed by the crowd, yet the feeling of them lingered, curling along the edges of her thoughts.

Shadows stretched subtly at her feet, thickening along the edges of her path, moving almost sentiently with her. The crowd's noise seemed to dull at the periphery, filtered through the tendrils of darkness that whispered around her, obscuring her presence while sharpening her perception. A pulse of power brushed against her senses—someone near, deliberate, controlled. She recognized it instantly.

"He wants to be found," she murmured under her breath, tone calm but edged with dry amusement. "And yet he does not realize…that I am no ordinary prey." Or was she the prey?

The shadows reacted, subtly stretching toward the source, curling along walls and stalls in silent pursuit. They brushed the edges of his presence before she ever saw him, teasing the boundaries of awareness, probing, measuring. The contact was not forceful—merely a whisper, a suggestion that she could reach him if she chose, and that he was not entirely hidden.

Her steps remained measured and deliberate, each in rhythm with the gentle tug in her mind. The shadows followed, not to threaten, but to guide, to map the unseen currents around her. A faint thrill sparked in her chest—this was no ordinary hunt, no ordinary prey.

She did not quicken her pace nor falter. Seren allowed the pull to guide her, confident in her steps, in her control, and in the knowledge that this hunt was not only his game—but hers as well.

Veradun Sharr

 

[Veradun Sharr]

The moment her eyes had locked with his own, he knew the game was on.

Veradun used his skills, learned before and after his Turning, to slip through the crowds - attempting to stay one step ahead of his chosen prey, though as he went along he began to notice the shadows behaving in ways they shouldn’t be. He recalled then, in that moment, that the woman who had caught his attention had been one to morph and manipulate the shadows. A slow grin spread across his face; with the shadows tracking him, she was telling him that she was hunting him down. The Lowblood had no qualms about being pursued, chased down. So he would let her believe she had the upper hand in this; he would let her hunt him…but he was aware of her presence at all times. Even in such a crowded place, he could sense the beat of her mortal heart. It flickered at the edge of his awareness like a beacon, calling to him like a siren's song - nigh irresistible.
When he felt her awareness brush against his own, he let it slip into his mind just a little bit - enough to let her know that he was aware of her and what she was doing. Who was the hunter and who was the prey, here? The truth would be revealed in time, but only when the time was right and they both tired of their little game.

Pale blue eyes flickered through the crowds and around at the buildings. The shadows continued to stretch for him, continued to call and reach for him. He wouldn’t be able to hide in the shadows for they belonged to her; but that was just fine…there were other ways to circumvent that.

Veradun opened himself to the presence and power of the Force…before seeming to vanish within it. He slipped unseen into the crowd, a figure that was there and yet wasn’t. One couldn’t see him when stared at directly, but he could be picked up from the corner of one’s eye. Using his heightened agility and strength, he launched himself up and onto the second floor balcony of a darkened building that overlooked the street, before dropping the Force invisibility and allowing his presence to be felt once more.

Would she see him up there? If she did, she would see the glimmer of amusement and excitement in his icy eyes, see the dark smile that curled on his lips - as if to tease or tempt her into chasing after him further. Veradun’s presence would intrude against her mind, mirroring the measuring prod she had leveled against him. It was alluring, beckoning…like the faintest caress of a lover in the dark.

The Sangnir would wait until she was aware of him, before he turned and slipped into the shadows of the abandoned building. Like he was begging for her to continue her hunt - to find him in the dark, if she could.

If she dared.

Seren Gwyn
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[Seren Gwyn]

Seren's amber eyes swept the street below, noting the unnatural stillness in the shadows—a subtle distortion only she could perceive. The crowd pulsed around her, oblivious, while the faint ripples of the Force tugged insistently toward the balcony above. Each flicker of shadow, each whisper in the Force, marked the path she needed to take.

"So this is the path," she murmured under her breath, letting her instincts guide her.

She stepped onto a nearby crate, testing its weight with a silent shift of her balance. From there, she vaulted to a low awning, feeling the stone beneath her fingertips. The shadows at her feet curled lightly, probing surfaces and lending subtle support as she climbed.

A careful leap brought her to the next ledge, her body folding and extending in precise, controlled movements honed by years of Sith training. The city's noise faded below, replaced by the soft hum of the Force threading through her awareness—guiding her upward, whispering of the presence she pursued.

Each step was measured and deliberate. Handholds and footholds tested with patience and precision, her attention half on the climb, half on the pale blue eyes glinting above—teasing, watching, waiting. The subtle curl of his smile became unmistakable as she reached the balcony's edge.

She paused for a heartbeat, letting her shadowed cloak swirl around her. The shadows at her feet remained still, acknowledging the presence of another master at work. And there he was—finally revealed, stationary now, allowing her to see him, a pale figure outlined against the dark stone, eyes bright, inviting, predatory.

"Here," she whispered to the air between them, letting her heartbeat sync with the subtle pull of his presence, "is where the hunt begins again."</color>

 

[Veradun Sharr]

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Veradun observed the woman as she moved to intercept him, following the trail he seemed to be leaving behind for her to follow. He was learning more and more about her as each moment passed by, and it only served to pique his curiosity about her further. He was a creature of stealth - he had to be, to be an effective hunter…and yet she seemed to know where he was going, where he was at, at least to some degree.

It must have had something to do with her ability to manipulate shadows.

Finally, she reached the balcony where he had waited in darkness, the shadows that seemed to do her bidding quiet beneath her feet. The air and space that separated them seemed to crackle with unseen energy, both powerful auras filling the space now occupied, even if distance still separated them.

“Here, is where the hunt begins again.” she said, her voice an alluring whisper that reached his ears and caused the faint smile on his face to become more pronounced. He found that he was rather enjoying this little game, and wondered what may happen when it reached its end.

As if to respond to her, Veradun’s form seemed to shimmer, before he appeared just off to her right side - close enough to touch, his voice whispering out to coil around her, “And what do you intend to do when the hunt is over?” - before he seemed to blur again. He didn’t bother hiding his presence from her; he wanted her to follow him, to give chase.

The Sangnir was suddenly off the balcony, but he hadn’t vanished into the crowd on the street. No, he had slipped through the darkness of the broken doorway that led deeper inside the abandoned building. Once inside, he slowed his pace to something more normal, his slightly luminescent eyes the only outward clue that he was there at all. Well, until one came within his grasp and then they would see the pale face and lethal fangs as he struck like a viper from the darkness. But that was not to be Seren’s fate.

No, he wanted to get to know her a little more, to know his prey. His huntress, the one who pursued him as intently as he might pursue another.

The Sangnir could see perfectly well in the darkened interior; it was a warehouse of some sort, or had been at one point. Broken boxes and other such containers littered the area, and it carried a musty and old scent from age and lack of use. A layer of dust and grit coated nearly everything, and somewhere beyond one could hear the steady drip of water. Against one side of the building was yet another door, partially left ajar. It was tempting to peer within its shadowed depths or even slip within the darkness, but he wasn’t quite ready for the chase to be over yet.

Above his head were durasteel beams and rafters, and without hesitation, the Sangnir leapt up to grab one of the metal beams, situating himself so that he was crouched upon the metal structure, watching to see when she would appear, and what she might do next. Veradun was thoroughly enjoying himself, enjoying the thrill of the chase, the hunt, the danger that came with toying with another dark sider - and he was rather eager to see how this hunt would end.

Seren Gwyn ​

 

[Seren Gwyn]

Seren slipped into the ruined warehouse like a ripple of warmer air against the sunlit dust. Daylight streamed through the broken panels overhead in long, sharp beams, cutting the dim interior into gold and shadow. Those shadows reached toward her automatically, sliding across the floor at her feet, curling up the walls, gathering around her like something alive.

She did not look up right away. She could feel him perched above her—the calm stillness of his presence, the way the air tightened with restrained hunger.

"The dark listens even in daylight," she murmured, her voice low and soft, carrying easily through the hollowed space. "And it reacts only to those it finds… intriguing."

She lifted her hand, and the shadows pooled at her fingertips, drifting upward in thin, curious tendrils. They brushed the underside of the rafters where he crouched—not grasping, not pushing—simply seeking. Learning from him the way he learned her.

Finally, her gaze rose, amber eyes glinting as sunlight struck them.

"Your aura pulls at the dark like something born of hunger," she said, the words a quiet, velvety observation "Not the hunger of desperation…but of desire. The patient kind. The kind that waits until the moment is perfect."

Her steps took her deeper into the room, each one slow and deliberate, her silhouette slipping between bars of light and shadow. The effect was intentional—she moved like someone who knew she was being watched, and chose to be.

"And you wonder what happens when the hunt ends," Seren continued, tracing her fingers along a dust-coated crate, shadows blooming beneath her touch. "But hunts do not end simply because one of us is caught."

She paused beneath his perch, not looking up this time—letting the proximity speak for her, letting the tension tighten like a pulled thread.

"They end when the predator finally admits he enjoys the chase."

A faint smile ghosted at the corner of her mouth.

"And you…" her tone dipped, warm and knowing, "you do not strike me as someone who gives in to enjoyment easily."

The shadows breathed with her, stirring faintly as if matching her pulse.

She made no move to end the game.
Only to deepen it.

Veradun Sharr