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Tempered Souls

Anara Valnor

The Crimson Siren
Writer
Dromund Kaas
Night had settled upon the capital city many hours ago and while many were preparing to retire for the night, Anara found that sleep eluded her once more. Far below her balcony the lights of the city burned bright, those that served the Emperor scurrying about frantically in the hopes of pleasing their Lord. They were akin to cadaver worms in her eyes, each of them starving and eager for fresh meat to bloat their pathetic bodies upon. Her contempt for the Emperor's leal servants was clearly written upon her face as she turned her void eyes toward the heavens.

The night sky was spattered with stars, some she knew and others she was learning, but the moons were what caught her gaze. They were waning, but provided enough light to illuminate her balcony and dark room. Sighing, she leaned heavily upon the ornately carved railing, one corner of her mouth twitching upward at some random thought of days long past.

@[member="Kaine Zambrano"]
 
The Rovagug
Writer
Twas many moons before the war that would rage across the lesser Imperial territory, on a Dromund Kaas not yet molested by Mandalorian hands. The Emperor idly laid upon his extravagant bed, naked from the waist up, his bare torso exposed to the cold draft that wafted through the open doorway where his 'wife', the Empress Anara, absently gazed out into the darkened night. Kaine cast a sidelong glance at his 'beloved', despite herself objecting to him calling her by that name, but he did it anyways despite what she thought. Sighing he heaved himself off of the bed, and walked over to where Anara was on the balcony and attempt to place his organic hand upon her shoulder. "You should come back inside, Anara. It's going to be freezing tonight..."

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Anara Valnor

The Crimson Siren
Writer
She'd known he was awake all the while, but cared little as they seemed to lead separate lives. He was the Emperor and she his Empress, but the title was empty for her. She played her part when in the company of others, but when alone with Kaine things were vastly different. Eyes deeper than the void never strayed from the moons and she didn't shy away from his touch; a rarity he was not likely to miss. For many long minutes she said nothing, but as she stared at the moons looming overhead fleck of gold appeared in her eyes. The gold chased away the Darkness in her gaze brought about by the Souls of Byss until finally her eyes were as they were meant to be.

"I'm fine...its not so cold yet. Just a while longer."

@[member="Kaine Zambrano"]
 
The Rovagug
Writer
Kaine's face softened, an obvious look of sadness overcoming. "Alright dear, I'll be inside waiting for you." He gave her shoulder a light reassuring squeeze before turning back into the room, and taking a quick trip to the refresher to relieve himself. After he was done he cupped his hands full of water and splashed his face lightly, and then stared long and hard as his twisted reflection in the mirror, for once actually taking a long look at the mutilated side of his face. He traced his fingers across the exposed bone and frowned, remembering a time when he was completely handsome. A time before he dueled Ashin on Lwhekk, and he faced the terrible brute force of her lightning against his face in the finale of their heated duel. His frown deepened as he banished those thoughts of old and dried his face with the nearby towel, and then returned to the bedroom and sat down at the edge of the bed, his hands clasped between his legs as he stared blankly at the floor.

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Anara Valnor

The Crimson Siren
Writer
Some part of her had hoped he would fight her, but his soft tone caused her to actually turn to look at him. He was always so soft with her, so unlike the man the rest of the galaxy knew as Kaine Zambrano. Amber eyes followed him and she studied him, a soft frown upon her lips. Once she might have been willing to be his 'beloved', but as she had told him countless times, death changes a person. However, some part of the girl she had once been yet remained and she found herself leaving the balcony.

With silent steps she shut the cold out, leaving their room darker. She took a seat upon the bed beside him and began unlacing her boots. Removing her boots she tossed them aside and stood once more, fierce eyes staring down at him as she moved to her wardrobe. "Why do you wait for me, night after night?" Stripping of her corset and dress she returned in a simple sleeping gown the color of honey that stopped mid-thigh.

She stopped a short distance from him, brush in hand as she combed her hair for bed.

@[member="Kaine Zambrano"]
 
The Rovagug
Writer
He breathed in deeply as he looked up at Anara as she returned from the balcony, and changed just out of view into her honey-colored sleeping gown. He gave a short chuckle at her question, but it was one Kaine had been asking himself every night since he brought her here. "Because you are my Empress, whether or not you think that doesn't mean anything." He said simply, his eyes absently watching the brush move through her luscious hair, but his eyes wandered away from that to look at her amber eyes. "Would you do the same for someone you loved? Even though you knew they didn't love you back?"

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Anara Valnor

The Crimson Siren
Writer
As much as she was loathe to admit, he was worming his way into her heart bit by bit. However, whether or not that worming would bloom into love remained to be seen. The ghost of a smile graced her lips as her eyes became suddenly distant, her mind hundreds of years in the past. "Yes..." Her response was as soft as a sigh, her eyes slowly meeting his. How many had she waited for in vain? More than she cared to recall and yet right before her sat a man serving his heart up to her on a silver platter, but she refused him at every turn.

After a moment she set the brush aside and simply stared at Kaine, her feral eyes studying his features. "But we can wait all our lives and our happy ending will never come. We aren't meant to live happily ever after...Such a thing doesn't exist for us..." She wasn't speaking specifically about them, instead she was referring to others life themselves, Sith and Jedi alike. With silent steps she approached him and placed a hand upon his marred cheek, her thumb grazing the scarred flesh. "You came to late, my dark prince. Love has cost me everything."

Leaning down she planted a light kiss upon his forehead, her other hand sweeping through his hair before she pulled away. Moving away from him the dim light filtering in from outside caught a few of the scars that littered her body, making the usually imperceptible scars stand out.

@[member="Kaine Zambrano"]
 
The Rovagug
Writer
Kaine didn't wince when her thumb grazed his destroyed flesh, but he did when she planted the light kiss upon his forehead. It was unexpected and surprising, but it left Kaine wanting. Silently he rose to his feet behind her as she walked away from him, and in a few quick strides he lightly placed his right hand on her shoulder, and spun her around to face him. "No one ever has a happy ending, Anara. The concept of a happy ending is absurd and false, the galaxy is full of darkness and misery, and those born within it are left to fumble, stumble, and grope blindly for their own destiny. I am Sith, Anara. I was born to conquer the darkness, and master it. I have mastered the darkness, and I have the power to make those lesser than me fall to their knees in submission. But I don't want to do the same to you... I once knew love, and that nearly destroyed me. I once vowed never to love again, but ever since then that void has only grown larger and more hungry for what it was denied. I am a Sith, and a true Sith takes what he wants... and what I want, is you."

With that he suddenly pulled her in close, and whether she objected or not he planted a firm kiss upon her lips.

@[member="Anara Valnor"]
 

Anara Valnor

The Crimson Siren
Writer
"You've..."


She never got the chance to finish her sentence as he encased her in his arms, his lips capturing her own. She had just enough time for one hand to connect with his chest, but her other arm was trapped at her side. Eyes wide a mumbled protest was the only sound she made as she tried to break free of his grasp under her own power. He was unmoved, but the Force could easily fix that. However, she was in no mood to destroy their bedroom so she decided on another course of action.

Growling in annoyance she sank her teeth into his bottom lip, eyes ablaze in the darkness of their room. The hand upon his chest pushed and she tasted blood upon her tongue.

@[member="Kaine Zambrano"]
 
The Rovagug
Writer
Kaine let himself be pushed away, a trickle of blood slowly running down his chin from the cut on his lip from Anara's bite. He chuckled darkly, and slowly let his tongue roll out of his mouth to lap up the bead of blood. "You look cute when you're annoyed, Anara." He then gave the most mischievous smirk ever, and lightly clasped his hands behind his back as he just continued to look at Anara's more verbal reaction to his kiss , which he completely expected, with giddy excitement. For once he felt young again, and he remembered the years after his eighteenth birthday, where he was free from his parent's thrall and he traveled the Galaxy doing whatever he wanted whenever he wanted.

@[member="Anara Valnor"]
 

Anara Valnor

The Crimson Siren
Writer
She only growled in response, but wasn't willing to give him the satisfaction of backing away. Licking her lips she watched him, her eyes wandering of their own accord. He towered over her, but she wasn't intimated even after he'd stolen a kiss. "I'm a little more than annoyed..." The taste of his blood was still fresh upon her tongue and it caused something to stir within her, something he'd never been able to spark during any of his previous taunting sessions.

Despite being hundreds of years his senior, she was still physically a young woman and she had needs; needs she'd been ignoring for some time. Exhaling she closed her eyes, slowly inhaling a deep breath. His scent dominated her senses and she shook her head, eyes flashing open.

"Enough."

The word was growled out as she slammed an open palm against his abdomen, the Force behind the move as she attempted to throw him across the room.

@[member="Kaine Zambrano"]
 
The Rovagug
Writer
Kaine slowed his momentum with the force as his skidded back from Anara's blow, a laugh cascading out between his lips as a small trail of mixed spittle and blood drooled down his chin with the laugh. With the back of his hand he rubbed it across his chin, wiping away the spit and blood in one smooth motion. "Yes... Yeeeeesssss... That's what I want to see, that fire boiling inside of you Anara. That fiery passion I have longed for." He moved to the edge of the bed, and extended both of his arms out to his sides with palms facing Anara. "Let that all out, Anara."

@[member="Anara Valnor"]
 

Anara Valnor

The Crimson Siren
Writer
She sneered as she had hoped he would retaliate somehow; she wanted a fight now. "The world will burn Kaine...and you with it..." Moving to the bed she stood upon it to put them at a more even height, deep red lightning crackling along her fingertips as the color left her eyes. Her eyes became as dark as the void and red flashed across the room as she slammed a fist into his chest.

The Souls of Byss screamed for blood and she moved to oblige them, his kiss had been meant to unlock a specific passion and instead he had found another.
 
The Rovagug
Writer
It wasn't exactly the passion he had hoped to unlock, but it would suffice. Kaine slid across the room, his back hitting one of the dressers lined up against the wall creating an audible thud as the dresser rocked back and forth. "Not a fan of burning..." He said hungrily as he suddenly bounded across the room to barrel into Anara with his massive frame, attempting to slam her onto the bed and pin her there with his superior size, and possibly superior strength.

@[member="Anara Valnor"]
 

Anara Valnor

The Crimson Siren
Writer
The sheets tangled about her feet as she tried to avoid his attack, but she never had the chance. He slammed into her, finishing what the sheets had started, and pinned her to the soft mattress. She sank into the mattress with a snarl as her body reminded her that he was a man and she a woman, and that neither of them was wearing much of anything. In an instant her eyes were gold once more as her body betrayed her.

Her anger fled before the flush that stained her cheeks, adrenaline and something more making her heart race. "Kaine..." Swallowing, she stared up at him wide eyed; she felt like a teenager all over again. Slowly her surprise faded into annoyance and she squirmed beneath him, not that it did her any good. Finally she stilled, chest heaving, she knew what her body wanted her to do, but she refused, the effort causing her to tremble softly.

She hated this game they played and the fact that he had cowed her simply because her body wanted one thing and her head the other. Her heart whispered one thing, her mind another, but above it all her body burned for only one thing. Torn, she simply stared at him, her stomach twisting as she closed her eyes and let her head fall to the side.

@[member="Kaine Zambrano"]
 
The Rovagug
Writer
Kaine laughed at Anara's annoyance and uncomfortable look on her face as he pinned her beneath his body. "Not much fire left in you now, huh? Giving up that easily?" He cooed playfully as he leaned his head in to lightly kiss her neck as she looked away from him, even lightly biting her neck as he did so. No doubt their bodies would rise in heat, being so close to each other with the fires of lust no doubt burning through both of them. At one point he let go of her arms, returning control of them to her while he was firmly situated on top of her.

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Anara Valnor

The Crimson Siren
Writer
His lips upon her neck caused gooseflesh to bloom, but his teeth pulled a gasp from her lips. Golden eyes shot open as a soft growl passed her lips, her freed hands moving. One hand found one broad shoulder and manicured nails dug into his skin, though it felt more like she was clawing steel given his muscles. Her other hand found its way into his hair and she grabbed a handful then pulled.

"Keep playing as you are...and you will get burned..."

Licking her lips she turned her head in an attempt to get him away from her neck, eyes burning with feigned anger.

@[member="Kaine Zambrano"]
 
The Rovagug
Writer
He chuckled as she dug her nails into his broad shoulder, and let out a small gasp as she pulled his hair back with the other hand. His head moved back as she pulled his hair, making his eyes level with her own as he smirked devilishly. "Let's see what you got." He said with a playful tone before suddenly pushing himself forward to lock lips with Anara again, his passion and lust rising with each passing second intertwined with his Empress. By the Dark Side, he hasn't felt like this since he was just a young lad. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity he didn't feel like the overburdened Emperor of the Sith Empire.

@[member="Anara Valnor"]
 

Anara Valnor

The Crimson Siren
Writer
Her words had been meant as a threat, however, he had clearly taken them as a challenge. Again she fought against his kiss, but her resistance waned as he pinned her beneath him further. Desire clouded her mind and she forgot why exactly she was so against what was happening between them. It had been something about tormenting him...perhaps. Growling against his lips, her arms wound around his neck as once more she sank her teeth into his bottom lip.

How had they been sharing a bed for months and never once ended up as they were now?

@[member="Kaine Zambrano"]
 
The Rovagug
Writer
Kaine let forth his own bestial growl as Anara once again sank her fangs into his lips, the coppery taste of it mixing with the her own taste. His hands gripped her shoulders as he asserted his dominance over her, his hair falling forward to create a curtain around her hair as they both began to give into their desires. There was more to the Sith than just a insatiable murderous bloodlust, and an arrogance born of the desire to subjugate those lesser than you. There was an intense passion and lust that boiled beneath all Sith, and only those who truly understood the very nature of the Dark Side gave into those passions when they were required. It was this passion that enthralled both Kaine and Anara as they further become intertwined in the exquisite sheets of Kaine's master bed.

@[member="Anara Valnor"]
 
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