Private Still Waters || Cordelia

[Agravain]

REFLECTION

How twisted were the threads of fate.

Though the people regarded the Dark One as a King, Agravain found no joy in lordship. His ascension to the mantle was the result of spiraling circumstances. A world fell into plight and it was his sword which saw the chains broken. In gratitude, greatness was thrust upon him. Thus, Ukio found itself under the eternal guardianship of the fallen Jedi. And with this reality came many responsibilities and burdens. No longer was he responsible for his own well-being, but now countless souls hung in the balance.

Moreover, there were traditions aplenty. Expectations to uphold. For he had vowed to not make a mockery of their ways upon agreeing to lead them. Thus, there were far too few days where Agravain would be able to venture out of the capital's walls. For business or representing the world in the Viceroyalty? Absolutely. But for leisure? The response was always the same. What more could a King want? He had it all, did he not?

Thus, Agravain had to step into the shadows.

He hated doing such, but for his own sanity it must be done. Officially, he had embarked on a trip to Naboo to partake in yet another coronation. Unofficially? A protocol droid with excellent holograms had been sent in his place. The ruse afforded him the freedom to wander about the countryside of his kingdom. To finally enjoy some quiet away from the hustle and bustle. To finally escape the weight of the crown. He moved, always, under the cover of darkness. For the sun was his mortal enemy.

How poetic. Once a warrior of the Light, he ran from it in the name of survival.

Beside still waters did he sit. Feet plunged into the cool depths. A content sigh fell from his lips. And within his grasp rested the circlet. The source of so many burdens. Yet, for just a brief time, he was free. Free of it all. All save the burn in the back of his throat.​

Cordelia Malkavian​

 

[Cordelia Malkavian]

Alone​

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Tags: Agravain ​

Wearing: [xXx] ​

There were no words for the things that Cordelia felt these days. Loss had been something she had grown accustomed to, abandonment, the sensation of being utterly alone. All things that she had endured upon waking to her second life. There had been nothing but the monster who had stolen her from her life, and even that had only lasted until Delia had been strong enough to handle it herself. ​

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From there, she had known the desire to hunt; to be a predator, the seek out those who had betrayed her and left her for dead - for those who should have had the answers she had sought in regards of her daughters. But there had been no answers, there had been no finding her girls. And then once again she had known what it meant to be alone. ​

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And now? Now she knew hunger. The thirst raged inside of Delia, it twisted her, it controlled her. The scorching ache in her throat never seemed to ebb, and there was never satisfaction. The redheaded killer did not stay stationary for long for obvious reasons, she was killing as many people that she could get her hands on and sink her fangs into. It was no longer about the simple task of satisfying her hunger and making a person forget they had seen her. No, now she would not stop until bodies dropped from her grasp, cold and devoid of life - and she was still not satisfied.​

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That is what had brought her to this new place - another new place. Perhaps a chance to get away from her newly formed routine. Or perhaps to find a taste of something that slicked her hunger and quelled the thirst. Thus far, that had not been the case, as was evidenced by the fact that she had not killed cleanly. Her face a neck both were smattered in blood that did not belong to her, and that was why she had been drawn to the sound of water. While her clothing remained unmarred by the sticky substance, Delia needed for her skin to be clean. ​

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Though as she came closer to the water she immediately gave pause. She could feel it before she even found the source. Her gaze found the other body occupying the area and she frowned - she did not like the idea of not being alone here...​

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[Agravain]

WATER'S EDGE

A Boon and a Curse.

In his "past life", Agravain had been an upstanding warrior of the Light. Forged from infancy to carry the torch of peace and prosperity across the stars. His was once a righteous journey, poised to root out the darkness wherever it slumbered. An act of kindness towards a distant world had seen that journey come to a terrifying end. A conclusion which saw his natural life extended perpetually. Agravain was no longer a mere mortal. And as he gazed upon the waters, he saw only a monster staring back. Though he attempted to do good by all, especially the people of Ukio, the burning in the back of his throat told him what he truly was.

Agravain was no Jedi. He was a leech. A parasite who only knew destruction.

A solemn sigh fell from his lips at the thought. Yet, just before he could truly ruminate on the circumstances of his being, awareness raced down his spine. The monstrous curse came with many "benefits." The traits of mankind were magnified manyfold, allowing him to see, hear, and perceive better. In a sense, he was a hunter - equipped with all the tools to make hunting a Human prey easy. These days he settled for the blood of livestock instead. For murdering his own subjects certainly would not do. Nonetheless, in short order, Agravain knew that he was not alone.

Had his rouse been discovered? The Overliege turned his head, boldly staring in the direction of the newcomer. And when he saw her, instinct flared. It was as if two lions were staring upon one another. With one - himself - feeling his territory suddenly infringed. Defensive. Cautious. Agravain drew himself up to his full height. "Yours is a face I do not recognize." he began, keeping his tone even. Whilst his spoke, his crimson gaze swept over her person. Pallid flesh. Similar eyes. His instincts were telling him all he needed to know.

He was not alone.​

Cordelia Malkavian​