Old Evil/New Woes on Cularin

[Darth Grimoire]

Cularin
[member="Siyndacha Aerin"]'s Place

The rumbling thunder with its accompanying lightning skipped from one leadened cloud to another. The skies of Cularin echoed with rain. From a hanging apse jutting from the side of a large superstructure with an onion dome, Grimoire listened to the destructive melodies play her a crackling lullaby. Masterless, homeless and without a throne, Grimoire had been ousted from her old dominion on Krayiss II. Her sith brethren scattered into various new entities. But, none took her fancy. Now she had fled to the other side of the galaxy surrounded by strangers and even worse, concentrated light side worshippers. But, at least there was one affectionate face left to tend to her.

Cularin was the home of Grimoire’s most recent focus of her dark affections, Siyndacha. She had been whisked away by her to Cularin, in secret, to stay at an estate that she had somehow come to own in the capital. Grimoire didn’t ask how, Siyndacha was a mysterious creature when it came to procurement of resources. That’s what she enjoyed about her. Grimoire rolled in her bed. Her black hair for the first time unrolled from its magisterial knot she had worn as ruler over the Krayiss II dominion of Templestone.

Now she was just some Sith, lost in the drift of Force’s will. Her porcelain ghostly skin shun in the light against dark red sheets and pillows. She only wore thin black linen night gown, her Sith robes and cloak slumped on the floor. Siyndacha had gone out to find drinks and food to enjoy their night together. And even though the thought of spending a night with her favourite Echani mix, made grimoire tickle with malevolent glee - to put it plainly, Grimoire was in the depths of despair. She was not her mother, she was nothing like her mother. Darth Hauntruss was a force of the dark side that became whispered legend, she crushed worlds and jedi temples with a fury Grimoire knew she could never match.

“I...am a failure.” Grimoire’s black inked lips mouthed. The thunder called to her once more, soothing her spirit with snapping cracks. Grimoire smiled a little, but, it limped back to a frown. Grimoire rolled again, this time to face the large window panes. The light cast from the lightening flashed streaks up and down her bed. Golden sith eyes watched the storm, and its power. An empty look for an empty feeling warrior without a cause.


[All Welcome]

 

[Siyndacha Aerin]

Aerin Estate
Gadrin Outskirts
Cularin

It was only by the grace of Marezius, her Echani grandfather - close to the Tarasin as he had been, as a Jedi - that Sekana, her Brentaalan father had been allotted the space to build at the foot of Cloud Mountain, rather than acquire an existing home in Gadrin proper. It was Karolle, her Echani mother, that had them end up so far from the core in the first place, for she despised the politics and commercial focus of Brentaal IV. This woman, the eldest of Marezius' offspring, was uncompromising in her desires, a strength different from that of her own mother, the now-aged matriarch, whom still lived on Eshan with the families of her other daughters and sons, and her last issue, who was now a teenager.

Those ties had shrivelled and crumbled with the death of her grandfather, years prior, and Cularin had not seen her face in the intervening time, once Sekana had nothing to fear from the old Jedi, at his passing. The Aerin Estate had once been known as an open, welcoming place. Now, with the Aerin heir its sole owner, it was private, exclusionary, and tainted with the faintest touch of darkness against the backdrop of the force-strong world.The Tarasin, for their part, left her alone during her forays into the city proper, out of respect for her grandfather, and respected her privacy by staying away from her home. She did nothing wrong in this place, but what she had become left an indelible mark, and made her interactions with the shopkeeps somewhat strained while she acquired wine and food - there were decent offerings, due to the influence of a prior governor and her father, but cupboards were bare, as she had yet to acquire organic 'help'.

Her speeder pulled into the parking bay, and she stepped out, gathering the bags and venturing into the lower level of the estate, tailed by her most constant companion, Koji: a partially repurposed battle droid from her brief time under the tutelage of one Carach, pilfered before she abandoned him for her last master, Adekos.

"Koji," she turned to the droid, and held out the bags, "take these to the kitchen."

The droid seemed to consider pointing out that this was not part of his programming, but gingerly accepted the bags, anyway; 'hai, sensei', he clipped, and off he lumbered. It had been relaxing, focusing, to pull the otherwise formidable construct out of storage and refurbish him to her specifications, but it did tug at her in how wrong it was to see such a fine, combative specimen doing menial tasks. If only for a second. She watched Koji make his way up the stairs, shrugging off her coat and hanging it on a hook before heading upstairs, herself.

"I'm back," she called for [member="Grimoire"]'s sake, again watching Koji put things away, as if the metallic thunk of his steps wasn't enough notice of her return.

 

[Darth Grimoire]

The thudding steps of Koji and [member="Siyndacha Aerin"]’s voice pulled Grimoire from her melancholic trance. Pushing herself up, her long black hair cascaded in a mess over her face as she sat up straight in bed pinning a pillow as a backrest against the wall. Grimoire raised a hand and pulled the door open with the force. She then rubbed her black lined eyes and tried to open her mouth to speak louder. At first her voice cracked, not used to speaking after an entire day of silent slothing about. Grimoire coughed her throat clean.

“Welcome back Siyn.” Grimoire grumbled softly, hoping her voice could travel past the steps to Siyndacha. Seeing her Echani mixed friend and present love made an honest smile stretch across her face. But, quickly it bent into grimace she just realizes the soft and fuzzy feelings she let her mind settle in. Did my heart just really skip a beat at hearing her speak? Grimoire’s eyes narrowed. Have I gone soft or am I being corrupted by the light side that swarms this place.

The spawn of darkness itself, infatuated, what a new feeling. Luckily it was with another flirt with darkness like herself. A short smirk came and went as Grimoire saw the slender form of Siyndacha appear near the thresholds of the bedroom door. Well at least I still have one conquest.

“How was the search for wine and food?” Grimoire questioned.