Aspect of Nihilus
Nothing but a hollow chill gripped him as he surveyed the rugged, sun baked reaches of the distinctly carved valley. Walls adorned in a manner befitting the ancients, familiar to him only in their nature rather than their appearance. Though he recalled the countless times he had ventured there both in form and in mind not but the most meager sensations gripped him; the cold countenance of his nature persisting through the fog of recollection that fought vigorously to make purchase against the fringes of his consciousness. This place had meant something to him once, but now it stood as nothing more than what it was: A relic.
Minutes passed as he stood beneath the baking sun, the glare of it's light against the sand harsh enough that only the faintest familiarity with an almost forgotten sensitivity echoed the need for a reflex. A lidless gaze instead pervaded past the empty notion and scanned the horizon, stopping upon each and every shadow before flowing onward as a stream would catch in ebb against the smallest of hindrance. While the manner of his arrival had been nothing short of an inconsequential consideration, each life calculated as one he knew beyond his permit to consume, an impatience gripped him like a vice to a crux that could not be quantified.
She and her presence were neither the cause nor merit of that impatience, however. Even as he reached out into the pulsing nexus of energy that oozed forth from the planet, like a wellspring of carefully tapped essence, in search of what had burgeoned his hunger time and again from across the reaches of the galaxy. That impatience, a palpitated ripple in dilation of his hollow calm, came from his own resilience. Resilience of mind that persisted through a deafening void that was hollow of any empathy for the suffering that it caused. And altogether he did not for even the margin of a moment care. Eagerness and complacence in the face of something he considered of greater importance.
Valuable enough to travel across the entire galaxy to seek out, worthless in more than it's nature akin to his own but invaluable on grounds of furthering an understanding that he already knew. Why had it been so easy to arrive upon the most ancient and revered planets of the Sith? Simple to trespass upon it with but a sliver of resolve against consuming the lives that crossed his path? Enough to create an ebb against a growing, flowing gnaw within him that would not be sated longer than it demanded was that she would know he was coming. She would feel him and know he had come looking for her. Much alike to the day she had sought him out.
Only now, recollecting the taste of her masters presence from but a lick against it during their confrontation that only a ravenous vornskr would funnel into a hunt, she was surrounded by anyone but that very same. Free from the entrapment she had been kept in, distant as she was enough that he could not find her without straining his own reach to acknowledge her presence even as it had momentarily flickered away before igniting once more with raw and unadulterated defiance. She was not alone, but here she had placed herself into a voluntary isolation in which he could approach her with an intent absent of malcontent.
None more than the dead can know the cavernous void that now lingers within you. And even they cannot.
Revna Marr
