Private Surrender The Stars

[Domina Prime]

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ᚨ ᚷᛁᚱᛚ ᚹᚺᛟ ᛞᚱᛖᚨᛗᛊ ᛟᚠ ᚠᛚᛟᚹᛖᚱᛊ ᚨᚾᛞ ᚠᛁᚱᛖ​

On the rugged, untamed world of Dathomir Dima stands on the edge of a rocky precipice, surveying a radiant nest of newly hatched Dovahdrakes. Their scales glisten like shards of obsidian under the planet's crimson sun, each one glowing with the promise of untapped power and potential as her five alien eyes flicked and scattered in examination.

"Hmm, sweet dreams little beast~" She whispered delicately.

Dimas four nimble arms make swift work of the tasks at hand, driven by a visionary purpose. She envisions transforming these majestic creatures into formidable War Mounts, a critical asset for the impending conflict in the stars.

She strips off her battle-worn armor, revealing her own hardened scales and toned muscles as she adjusted her underclothes she wore beneath her armor. Cradling the dragon eggs carefully in her arms, Dima carries them to a secluded mountain pool, a hidden oasis amid the rugged landscape. Under the soft luminescence of the crimson sun, Dima meticulously washes each egg. Her sharp claws move with tender care, ensuring the delicate shells are cleaned of any debris that could harm the growing beasts within.

"Splish, splash, takin a bath bu-duh-duh-dum~" Dima amused herself, whistling carelessly in the moment.

As she works however, mischievous baby Drakes flit around her like sprites, their inquisitive eyes full of wonder and mischief as they swarmed Dima since their parents were currently…off world and on a hunt. They nip playfully at her hair and the edges of her tunic, filling the air with chirps and squeaks that are both endearing and mildly annoying. These tiny creatures, no longer than her forearm, already show signs of the power they will one day wield as they cough and wheeze smoke and embers from their maws.

Guarding the nest with fierce loyalty and unwavering vigilance is also Azura, Dimas steadfast companion and Warmount. Azura's battle-hardened exterior, scar-marked by the wear and tear of countless battles, speaks of her formidable prowess. Yet, when the baby drakes approach him, a softer side exposes itself if but for a moment. He allows them to climb over him, wrestle his tail and overall treat his massive body like some kind of jungle gym, causing Azura to groan in obvious annoyance despite still letting them do it. Thumping his tail across the stone ground with force as if to scatter them.

Dima erupted in laughter as an impish, melodic sound echoes through the air. "Oh don't look so grumpy you big baby! At least they're not teething ye-EEEEOUCH!" Dima jumped several feet into the air as an audible CHOMP could be heard behind her. One of the fledglings snapping their jaws on Dimas tail and showing her that, a few of them, had indeed begun teething. As if she spoke her misfortune into existence Dima desperately pulled the little drake while trying to yank her tail away. The baby dovah only tightening its grip. "Woah, woah woah hey hey hey that hurts let go let go let go!" She wheezed in panic. Sending Azura into a bellowing, guttural hiss of draconic laughter. Dima flustered and throwing a rock at Azuras head which just bounced off his forehead. "Oh ok it's just soooooooo funny huh!?" She barked at her Warmount as the creature chittered in obvious amusement seeing Dima harassed by the young fledglings.

Something told her it was gonna be a long day~

Lady Falentra ​

 

[Lady Falentra]

Since her abduction into Jedi custody, it had taken a long time for things to return to normal, but now that she was back with the SIth, the young apprentice was resuming her plans and projects. It been a long time since she had wanted to come here, to Dathomir, it was not the planet itself that interests her, but a kind of beasts that made it their home.

It was a perilous venture, what she was about to do. These beasts were far larger than a purrgil and more menacing than a rancor, but with the force by her side, perhaps she might come out successful and unscathed. She had studied the behaviour of the creatures, and their nest sites. Knowing that she wouldn't have much time before the last of the clutch of eggs hatched.

However, when she arrived to the caves, thinking that most of the adults have left, she had not expected to see an odd four armed and tailed entity, who's mask made it clear of that she was a mandolorian warrior. There was only one adult in the area. The hatchlings were more than comfortable with the sentient humanoid in their midst. Yet, it would not dissuade Falentra from her task.

She warped the force around her, using the cloaking skill Malum had taught her to blend in with the surroundings. Falentra followed the woman as she carried the eggs to the spring near the caves. She waited, when the mandolorian was distracted by the rambunctious little dragons, she approached the clutch of eggs with nimble feet. She just needed to get her hands on one.

With the dragon babysitter entirely distracted, it almost seemed like she'd pull this off... her hands coming to pick up a red coloured egg. Only if it weren't for one of the gremlins running straight into her. "Omph!" She grunted as Falentra fell forward into waters of the nearby pool. The waters splashing and alerting everyone of her presence. Her force cloak also dropping.

Domina Prime

 

[Domina Prime]

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If You A Demon Show Your Damn Claws
And She'll Introduce The Blood To Fang
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Knew She Was Evil From The Damn Start
She Would Dance On Your Bloody Grave


Lady Falentra ​

Domina stretched her legs into the luminous water, her claws dipping below the surface as she chuckled at the fledglings. Their antics were an amusing contrast to the somber, brutal life she lived outside this sanctuary. Here, in the heart of her domain, she allowed herself to feel a rare, tender joy. Her feet splashed playfully in the water, sending droplets scattering like molten diamonds.

Then, it came.

A ripple spread from the far end of the pool, the disturbance subtle but unmistakable. Domina's body went rigid, her tail freezing mid-swish as her legs stilled. The air in the cave thickened as her alien senses flared. She inhaled deeply, her nostrils catching the faint, unfamiliar scent of an intruder.

Azura's head shot up, his serpentine neck curling as his lips parted to bare rows of jagged fangs. A guttural hiss rumbled deep in his throat, reverberating through the cavern walls. Smoke coiled lazily from his nostrils as he rose to his full height, his wings partially unfurling in a show of dominance. Domina's four arms clenched, her claws flexing instinctively as a low chittering sound escaped her lips, her species' natural alarm.

Domina set the egg she'd been tending aside carefully, her movements deliberate as her five alien eyes narrowed. Silently, she rose to her full height and stepped into the darker recesses of the cave, her claws clicking faintly against the stone as she moved. Her tail rattled faintly, a sound that would send a chill down the spine of any creature unfamiliar with its source. The luminescent glow of the crystals barely outlined her form as she navigated the tunnels with precision, her every step calculated, predatory.

The source of the disturbance soon revealed itself—a young girl, whose features nearly as exotic as Dimas, standing amidst the clutch with one of the radiant eggs cradled in her hands. Her wide eyes were locked on the egg, her trembling fingers betraying her nervous excitement. She clearly didn't notice Domina at first, too enraptured by her prize.

The silence was shattered by the slow, deliberate rattle of Domina's tail.

From the darkness, Domina stepped into the faint light of the crystals, her alien form a sight of both awe and terror. Her azure scales shimmered with a liquid brilliance, her five piercing eyes gleaming like jewels set into the mask of her primal Mandalorian visage. Her muscular, exotic frame, rarely seen without her beskar armor, was cloaked only in her primitive lounging fabrics and her natural scaled plating. Her clawed fingers curled slowly, each movement deliberate, menacing.

"Coming to steal kin from this one?" Domina growled, her voice carrying the dangerous cadence of restrained fury. She tilted her head, her mask catching the light as her muscular thighs flexed with suppressed energy. "You must clearly be unfamiliar with who you are provoking."

Domina leaned towards her with a snarl, her four arms tensing as her tail rattled louder. "Put. Him. Down." Her voice was venomous, each word dripping with an authority that left no room for negotiation. "Or become Prime's enemy."

Azura hissed from the shadows, his massive frame partially illuminated as flames licked at his lips. He exhaled a burst of smoke and embers, his sapphire eyes fixed on the trembling intruder. The fledglings, sensing the tension, chirped anxiously as they scurried to Domina's side.

"Stealing from Prime, You must think This One weak…they always learn otherwise" Domina finished for her, her voice dangerously soft as she took a slow, deliberate step forward. "And now you must decide: do you leave with your life or feed Azura's flame?"

 

[Lady Falentra]

The young siren was caught in the act, panic rising and so did dread as the very tall figure loomed, the shadow cast over her features, but her size all so menacing of a titan's - a very fitting form of a guardian of the dragons. Until her features were lit up by the faint glow of the crystals, Falentra's eyes widened and her mouth falling agape. It was not in terror, but in awe at the sheer perfection of the sentient before her. Every inch of her frame was sculpted muscle, glistening with shimmering scales against the light of the crystals. Just like her, tendrils extended from her head behind ashen fur-like hair. She'd never seen anything so alien aside from herself that the little apprentice wondered what she was.

For a good moment, Falentra found herself speechless before finally gently setting down the egg once she came to her senses. Falentra was not insane enough to take this creature on, she would surely lose, an ultimately perish in the cave. "N-no, Lady Prime. T-this was clearly a mistake." She mumbled in a fit of stutter, hoping her words might appease the furious guardian of the dragons.

"Yes, I must admit, I am unfamiliar of who you are, Lady Prime. I did not know this place was guarded. M-my name is Falentra." Almost self-consciously, one of her trembling clawed hand coming up to tuck a tentacle behind her ear, a tinge of indigo flushing at her cheeks. Indeed within the short moment, she had become incredibly intrigued to who this titaness was. "I will leave you and your dragons undisturbed... if thats what you prefer." She trully hoped so, with becoming dragon lunch being the much less desirable option.

Domina Prime

 

[Domina Prime]

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If You A Demon Show Your Damn Claws
And She'll Introduce The Blood To Fang
◈
Knew She Was Evil From The Damn Start
She Would Dance On Your Bloody Grave


Lady Falentra​

The heat between them was palpable, the flicker of azure light from Azura's fiery breath casting shadows that danced around the cavernous chamber. Domina Prime loomed over Falentra, her imposing form radiating both menace and an almost magnetic allure. The young alien trembled, her bioluminescent skin faintly glowing with the blush of her nervous energy. She was trapped—not by chains or walls, but by the sheer presence of this Mandalorian Warwitch, who held her gaze with an intensity that would make Fal feel utterly exposed.

Fals tentacles twitching under the gentle yet possessive touch of Domina's claws as they played through her mane. The coiling tail squeezing her leg would send a shiver through her spine, a mix of fear and... something else entirely. Falentra could feel the warwitch's breath against her lips, hot and taunting, as those five shimmering eyes seemed to bore straight into her soul.

Domina's lips curled into a smirk, sharp and predatory. She leaned in closer, her voice a low, purring growl. "This One does not think she can let you leave here unpunished…." Her claws tightened slightly on Fal's face, just enough to make her whimper softly.

From behind, Azura rumbled deeply, his wings stretching and casting an even darker shadow over the trembling girl. The dragon's presence alone was enough to make even the boldest cower, but Fal's attention remained locked on Domina, captivated by the warwitch's overwhelming dominance.

"But to maim such fine flesh would be such a waste," Domina declared, releasing Fal's face with a deliberate slowness. She stepped back, her tail unfurling from Fal's leg but brushing along her side as if to remind her of its power. "You've already touched what is Primes—Dimas drakes, Dimas sacred eggs! That's a privilege few survive~"

Domina chuckled darkly, turning away as her axe shimmered faintly at her side, its whispers of fire and fury stirring in her mind. "So tell Prime…what are you going to do? How far are you willing to go? To make this right...?" She turned her head slightly, one shimmering eye locking onto Falentra. "Tribute...or destruction?"

 

[Lady Falentra]

Falentra swallowed as Lady Prime leaned closer. As the long tail wrapped around her leg, anchoring her down, it had sent a tingle down her spine. What exactly was she feeling? The xenomorph was magnificent, as she grasped her face so tenderly yet threateningly, Falentra was forced to look up into her azure eyes. The young sith was no stranger to fear and terror, but this was something else she couldn't quite put her words to to which she felt. If Domina so as pleased, she could be dead by now as punishment for her attempted theivery.

Thankfully, today wasn't it. Instead she was offered a deal; to negotiate for her life. To make it right. What did she have that this Xenomorph did not? Not power certainly with how formidable the four armed alien was built. The apprentice was also under the sponsorship which meant she had very little in wealth to offer. And what extent of destruction would someone barely the age of seven and ten be able to carry out? But the Dark Councillor Marr had chosen her as his apprentice for a reason. If anything, she was ambitious and now desperate.

A cunning little thing she was. "I-I do not have much. But I can make a promise for when I do. I will give you an offspring of mine - a firstborn." She proposed. The girl knew her own biology well, she was sithspawn, an artificial creation, her genes such a complex concotion that it would be less than a one of a billionth for her to ever concieve. "In exchange for a kin of your own. A dragon egg." How far are you willing to go? Was she reaching too high? Never for a Sith.

Domina Prime