Private Ominous Gift

[Lord Creuat]

B L A C K G U A R D
Capris Halcyon
MIRIAL​

No matter how much one healed the trauma still remained. Scars were a reminder of what once was and always changed the nature of one's person, or even an entire world itself. Mirial still carried a hurt long ago during the carnage between the Silver Jedi and the Sith Empire. Both religions did a disservice to the planet, escalating to the act when the Jedi unleashed a wall of light that decimated a portion of the population and harmed the area's ecosystem. So devastating that the planet was at war with itself; a struggle between light and dark.

The Dark Side Elite secluded himself from the locals, meditating in a small cavern filled with lignan crystals. This place and others were branded with the dark side from the brutal carnage it suffered from its previous stewards. A forbidden place decreed by Mirialan elders, but a place of banishment for those who accepted the power of the dark side.

He awaited for her; the one that was dreamt by the Son of the Sword. Creuat was obsessed with Kyric, ordered by his master to capture him alive and be brought before him. Only the Emperor had the final verdict of the boy.

Become his Hand, or die.

It was upsetting and humiliating that his efforts did not give him the results he yearned, but perhaps there was another angle to all of this. He had probed Kyric's mind once and discovered the people he loved the most.

Talin Treicolt

Tansu Treicolt
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Auteme​

Damien Dooku​

But there was one that was the apple of his eyes.

As Kyric's subconscious was haunted by Creuat's persona, so did this girl but with other images. Beckoned to come to him on Mirial and be free what weighed her mind.

 

[Capris Halcyon]

Hedron​

The call had been largely the same. The same cold fingers needling at her shoulder–the same vanishing act they played in the time it took to turn her head. The same dull, steady ache that spared neither her body or mind. She'd fought it once before only to cave like a straw house. Clearly she hadn't gotten much stronger since then.

Capris stood at the threshold of the cave, body holding the same tension of a wild cat. The dark was alive here, snapping like a live wire. Ready to kill or electrify. The girl crept forward at the invitation.For better, or more likely for worse, Sinestra had stayed with her all these years. The cobwebs she'd spun cocooned her ears in whispers. Of abandonment. Of betrayal. And worst, belonging. The mirialan had found that shivering half-sunk visage balled up in her chest and gently pried it out. Through hell fire maybe, but at temperatures this low what did it matter. The Light in all its gentle flickers had never been such a comfort to her. In fact, there was nothing quite as natural as the blistering hate and venom that came alive the moment her eyes set on him.

Crueat.

He sat in a certain repose, like how one might wait for a guest or prey. Eyes red. Still. Like a predator who knew they'd already won. There was hunger too. For control. For access. For Kyric.

The reminder had her wincing. She'd tried not to think of him till now, to not imagine his disappointment at her being here.

"I should kill you." The girl said coolly, almost even enough not to betray the cord of anxiety. "For what you did to him."

Behind her and all around, the crystals dimmed and surged. She'd dreamt of this place, interspersed between nightmares of planets burning. Of Kyric screaming. Of a bloodied hand etched with runes.

Curiosity or perhaps fear kept her from acting on her more base instincts at that moment. The nautlon would definitely look better with a spire of ice skewered through the throat, but she had her questions first.

"Kyric won't come for me here." It was like she bit out the words. "You should know that before you go congratulating yourself on a job well done." Tawny eyes thinned in scrutiny. "Why bring me here of all places?"

Lord Creuat

 

[Lord Creuat]

B L A C K G U A R D
Capris Halcyon
MIRIAL​

The caverns glowed and dimmed with negative energy, but not by Creuat’s emotions but by the girl. The longer she remained the more addictive it could be to Capris.

Guilt.

Anger.

Fear.

A gluttony of emotions the Dark Side craved and begged for more. A troubled girl like her was a perfect vessel to empower with this aspect of the Force.

"Kyric won't come for me here." It was like she bit out the words. "You should know that before you go congratulating yourself on a job well done." Tawny eyes thinned in scrutiny. "Why bring me here of all places?"

He smirked at her attempt of words, allowing her to have this false sense of pride. “It is not that hard to find the boy, my dear. He naturally yearns the fight much like his father. It’s not uncanny how alike he and his father are, but there are dark aspects to such nobility,” his web of lies and truths began to spun, his intent to make Capris doubt everything she had believed about Kyric.

“I believe, however, there can be a mutual understanding between us. You’ve yet to realize how important you are, Capris. Much potential and a promised future of your design only to risk it all on a boy.”

The Nautolan stood up, red orbs softly gazing at Capris. “I know what you desire and I can help you with little to ask from you,” it would be futile for her to deflect and play ignorant. “What you think of Kyric he will not reciprocate back to you, but there is another of importance ripped from you who love you unconditionally,” she knew whom he spoke of. Someone of kin, an irreplaceable bond.

Brother.

 

[Capris Halcyon]

The use of her name thistled against her neck like thorns. A slight burn, but manageable. Certainly in comparison to the swell of darkness cording through her ribs like ivy. So much anger and hurt and venom coiling inside and such an excellent punching bag offered up in front of her.

And yet she listened.

"Promise" and "future" were words she rarely, if ever, made an association with. Hell, without Kyric swooping in the way he did, they might not have even been part of her vocabulary. The only other time she'd felt a flutter of self-actualization outside of that had been by Sinstera's manipulations. So at the given moment, yeah, risking it all on a boy sounded like the correct option.

And yet she listened.

Her eyes took on a hard glint as he mentioned Kyric again. Deep down, somewhere in the twitching remains of her logic and reason, she knew the Son of the Sword's feelings were as true as her own. Placed in the wrong person, certainly, but true nonetheless. And if all it took was standing in a dark, damp room for her resolve to weaken, for evil to settle in her bones– maybe she would never deserve his affection.


She had to wonder at this point what her motive even was. That her search for her brother was actually anything more than some childish attempt to crawl back to a past that no longer existed. Before she became this jagged and cruel and swamped in machinations of the dark. "Little to ask of me." She scoffed. "Last time someone made an offer like that to me, all I got out of it was two years of crippling guilt and funnily enough–still no brother."

"You have nothing to offer me but regret." This time it came out a hiss, one that promised violence as her hand drew back and her tattoos took on a faint glowing hum.

Lord Creuat

 

[Lord Creuat]

B L A C K G U A R D
Capris Halcyon
MIRIAL​

Like a heartbeat the fluorescent crystals glowed and dimmed, but they brightened more than previously. She was doubtful, yet still stood her ground and resisted the Sith’s temptations. All was not lost, however, it was all a matter on breaking her equilibrium and have her accept her darker side.

Pushing or pulling would not persuade her; an open, inviting hand to guide her would be sufficient.

“Sinestra did not lie to you,” he stated, using that as a foundation to earn an ounce of her trust. “Her words were cryptic, but she gave you the tools and vision to find what you seek. You’ve known, but you need to see deeper than what is shown.”

"You have nothing to offer me but regret."

His hands reached inside of his robes and presented a crystal. Hers to keep, but the crystal would not accept her willingly. She had to bend its will; make it submit to her command and assume the role of its master. The same crystal the Nautolan used for his own lightsaber.

“The gift of power, Capris. Power to save your loved ones and overcome what obstructs you.”

A small gesture of his hands to beckon the girl to him and take the crystal. Ignorant dogmas took a hostile approach to this power, and why? In the dark many found strength and knowledge, enriching themselves and releasing their chains from the opinions of a collective group.

“Take it, it’s yours. You can choose to remain a slave to the expectations of others.”

“Or take the measures to avenge your past and fulfill your destiny. No one else will construct the future you want, Capris, but you yourself.”

“The choice is yours.”